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Happy St. Paddy's Day
Mar. 17th, 2004 04:29 pm*yawn* Tired. Tired. Man, I am getting old.
Must. Gather. Energy. To. Go. Out.
One of the engineers I work with invited me along with half the other younguns in our crowd to have a píonta or two after work. My husband and I are Lame and we never hang out at bars or anything, so of course our idea of Grand Entertainment is enjoying the company of other engineers and scientists. Thus, what happens when you get so overspecialized that no one understands your humor. Or, conversely, when you describe something likely to vanish as "having a high vapor pressure" and everyone thinks you are immensely clever instead of giving you the You Are A Total Geek look.
I suppose there's news...
( random babble for the archives )
Must. Gather. Energy. To. Go. Out.
One of the engineers I work with invited me along with half the other younguns in our crowd to have a píonta or two after work. My husband and I are Lame and we never hang out at bars or anything, so of course our idea of Grand Entertainment is enjoying the company of other engineers and scientists. Thus, what happens when you get so overspecialized that no one understands your humor. Or, conversely, when you describe something likely to vanish as "having a high vapor pressure" and everyone thinks you are immensely clever instead of giving you the You Are A Total Geek look.
I suppose there's news...
( random babble for the archives )
