After I watched your creation- made on MY dime I might point out, I am prompted to make the following observations:
It is so blatantly obvious that you have MASTERED the notion of being self-directed! You clearly have no need for direct supervision.
You have really gained enormous maturity and business acumen working this summer in a high powered international professional business office where you have been forced to really s-t-r-e-t-c-h yourself and your business skills.
Your writing skills have really improved.
The years of art lessons at the Art Center really came through
I feel good about my golden years and entrusting my future to the person who spent who knows how much time drawing dancing baguettes!
Oh my. You are clearly my child.
You are clearly starved for attention Bean. PLEASE LJ readers, step up here and fill Bean's obviously empty cup of good self esteem. I fear the cat is out of the bag now. Bean is clearly an LJ junkie. She needs her daily dose of love(aka laughs) from her loyal LJ readers. How does that love manifest itself you ask? By responding to her posts. Please do it. Now. This minute. You know you want to.
It is so blatantly obvious that you have MASTERED the notion of being self-directed! You clearly have no need for direct supervision.
You have really gained enormous maturity and business acumen working this summer in a high powered international professional business office where you have been forced to really s-t-r-e-t-c-h yourself and your business skills.
Your writing skills have really improved.
The years of art lessons at the Art Center really came through
I feel good about my golden years and entrusting my future to the person who spent who knows how much time drawing dancing baguettes!
Oh my. You are clearly my child.
You are clearly starved for attention Bean. PLEASE LJ readers, step up here and fill Bean's obviously empty cup of good self esteem. I fear the cat is out of the bag now. Bean is clearly an LJ junkie. She needs her daily dose of love(aka laughs) from her loyal LJ readers. How does that love manifest itself you ask? By responding to her posts. Please do it. Now. This minute. You know you want to.
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Also, my baguette was NOT dancing. It was just, you know, hanging out with its baked good friends (get it? BAKED? HAHAHA).
Oh, and I'm not a junkie...I can stop posting whenever I want.
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so...there.
If I WANTED to, though, I could TOTALLY stop. Yeah. Definitely.
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1) dark, sunken-in eye sockets from late night mainlining of posts
2) spindly, calloused fingers from repeated and excessive data entry
3) hunched shoulders from hours spent hunched over your Mac while you secretively post away
4)harried, frenzied look upon learning the Internet connection is down and you are cutoff from your daily dose of LJ
I feel an intervention is imminent
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