tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post113138960398983273..comments2023-10-01T09:27:58.532-07:00Comments on Yes, it's Cute...but Can I Wear it to the Office?: Last Week On The World of Aarwenn, or, why I hate SundaysAarwennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04803036088464900924noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131636455097194742005-11-10T07:27:00.000-08:002005-11-10T07:27:00.000-08:00Oh come on, the crazy stories are WHY we read your...Oh come on, the crazy stories are WHY we read your blog. Amy. She was the triple major CS/HCI/Spanish who enjoyed dancing on the bar while sober. Her latest spring break plans apparently is a week trip to argentina or something like that.<BR/><BR/>-QAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131466286655851612005-11-08T08:11:00.000-08:002005-11-08T08:11:00.000-08:00Now who, exactly, is aeo? And why do I feel the ne...Now who, exactly, is aeo? And why do I feel the need to share more stories to compete with this unknown crazy person? I've realized recently that a lot of my stories never make it onto the blog because they either a) seem too commonplace, or b) are so downright disgusting or crazy that I wouldn't force them upon anyone. :)Aarwennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803036088464900924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131463779733603542005-11-08T07:29:00.000-08:002005-11-08T07:29:00.000-08:00In a nutshell, you're larger than life. You're on...In a nutshell, you're larger than life. You're one of the people who others collect stories about, "I've got this one friend who..."<BR/><BR/>*grins* Though honestly, I don't quite have as many Aarwenn stories as I do aeo stories...<BR/><BR/>-QAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131462317216231532005-11-08T07:05:00.000-08:002005-11-08T07:05:00.000-08:00I definitely have have two different personalities...I definitely have have two different personalities - Work Erin and Any-Other-Time-Erin.<BR/><BR/>I used to be the same person at work and at play. But that lead to rumors, drama, and eventually getting stabbed in the back by coworkers who were supposedly friends. As a result, I keep to myself at work and resume my normal outgoing personality outside of work.<BR/><BR/>I thought that when I switched jobs I could go back to the old me, but not so. They all looked at me like I was from another planet.<BR/><BR/>I chalk it up to some people just don't live life as largely as some people. And those that don't just don't know how to handle those that do.<BR/><BR/>Not that this helps you out in any way. But at least you know you're not alone.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17446048705822647602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131456148426812692005-11-08T05:22:00.000-08:002005-11-08T05:22:00.000-08:00So your life is like "Curb Your Enthusiasm"? Every...So your life is like "Curb Your Enthusiasm"? Every week, Larry does something stupid, Cheryl gets pisssed off ... <BR/><BR/>Interesting observation about living life in one-week arcs. I've always disliked Sunday nights, too. They were one long reminder that I had to go back to school, and then, they were one long reminder that I had to go back to work.<BR/><BR/>These days, I work from home, so the ennui isn't as bad, but it's still there. <BR/><BR/>Think of your life as a spiral, not a circle. You may come back around to similar circumstances, but you're higher (more evolved?!) than you were the last time you were in that place.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06629186602501399976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131410012123534732005-11-07T16:33:00.000-08:002005-11-07T16:33:00.000-08:00CMU is certainly an atypical engineering school, a...CMU is certainly an atypical engineering school, although my visits at MIT proved it to be pretty similar. (They work hard and play hard; I walked in on several rooms doing nitrous.) So, yes, CMU students are weird, and I started out weird to begin with, being from Seattle--it's culture shock to those from, say, Michigan. Apparently I now have a reputation as a coke-snorting bisexual succubus. Suffice it to say that this is a gross exaggeration. Worse, I don't know what to do to fix it--emphasize my volunteer work at my church? My singing in the choir? No one will apparently hang out with me long enough for me to prove otherwise anyway; I can almost feel the fear that I might suddenly drag them into a dark alley, force them into unspeakable sex acts and jab a needle in the arm, and worse, that they'll <I>like it.</I> I represent to them things they've shut away in the darkest corners of their mind, because that's what you do in, say, Cleveland.Aarwennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803036088464900924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12621176.post-1131408762888713232005-11-07T16:12:00.000-08:002005-11-07T16:12:00.000-08:00In other news, apparently some of the other B-----...<I>In other news, apparently some of the other B----- New Hires (and some of their friends, mainly from places like Michigan or Wisconsin) think that I'm weird and sort of far-out.</I><BR/><BR/>I think that's not too uncommon for fellow graduates of our Alma Mater. The world is a little different, maybe unprepared, once we step across Forbes Ave. I don't see it as a bad thing.alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11212818177170402906noreply@blogger.com