Je m’appelle empereur, donnez-moi une baguette et deux livres de recon.
Gaming is gone I think.
Today my new colleague at work told me I have proven I’m senior with how I’ve been dealing with this ungrateful sh*t sandwich of a integration ticket.
What a fool!
He doesn’t know how hot my imposter syndrome succubus is and how powerless I am. I’m intoxicated with her bro. She’s my one itis. your validation is ignored!
I nominated him to colleague of the year, though. He’s been a champ.
I also feel I care less about female validation from random girls. Which is natural and should be the case as I am in a LTR. Making progress on my reflections. It’s simple once you realise how foolish it is. But it’s hard and I have ways to go.
Every recon wave is like a wave of lava, what’s then left is the strong core only. I am starting to enjoy this dance.
Met with a dietician. Why? I’ve probably read more fitness stuff and done more random diets and fasting fads, and reaped the results, abs and beer bellies, more than all of her clients combined probably.
So why?
Because I like to experience new things and I also want to support my local hot Persian dietician.
Second part was a half joke. She is hot, but she can support herself, given her rate.
I want to see what I can learn and also experience something new in the real world.
First up is a blood test.