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I really want to talk to the project lead (and highest ranking member of my company here on a daily basis) about my intent to leave. Especially after this week's commuting, I think I'm just plain done with this place. But ... do I tell him now and get him as a reference for when I sound out my resume (which starts tonight, yes I've finally gotten my act together)? OR do I wait and make sure he doesn't end up forced to let me go? Clearances do have a funky impact on job changes.

Hey, Jean ... ever get a chance to think about this?

- Pookah


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Mar. 22nd, 2001 06:54 pm (UTC)
it makes more sense
when you have time to read it.

the structure appeals to me.
it's so impossibly sad.
because the 'you' can't do anything...
but I want to.
but I can't
It's like...
a pullback and a reach at the same time.

maybe it's a definition of what makes a person
a friend.
'not just a good friend, but the kind that changes your life.'

and the roles reverse somewhere...
so both are the 'patientwise' person.
Mar. 22nd, 2001 08:47 pm (UTC)
*meaningful nod*
Not that much of a story behind it, but it can be told if you want. I'll write more poems as I get inspired to do so, though I'll make no promises on quality. Hopefully they'll be good, too. =)

- Pookah
Mar. 24th, 2001 12:17 pm (UTC)

My associate claims that eveything I ever write has a mention of my cat.
Mar. 26th, 2001 08:27 am (UTC)
The "Big" Story
I got interrupted daydreaming. People were actively trying to get my attention and it wasn't working. They joked about it a little bit. After I answered their questions, I remembered how a friend of mine freshman year stopped by my dorm room a few times to chat with my roommate and ended up watching me sleep. Even left me notes when she'd do that. It must have seemed like waking me up would've spoiled the moment, as well as my night's rest.

So I wrote, and tried to put down some of that sentiment and the patience to let me come round at my own pace. It also sounds very distant.

- Pookah
Mar. 26th, 2001 01:27 pm (UTC)
Or coma?
Distance does come through :-)

I really really love watching people sleep.
I, apparently, both speak and sing while sleeping.
How would I know?
Mar. 28th, 2001 12:57 pm (UTC)
Re: daydream...
Thankfully, no coma for the Dave. I've rarely even had to go to the hospital. When I daydream, I'm WAY gone.

And I've heard sleepchatter ... the babe and my two college roommates could all carry on conversations while asleep and completely not remember them the next morning.

But I've never heard anyone sing in their sleep. Never even heard of it before. As things-done-while-asleep go, that's pretty cool.

- Pookah
Mar. 28th, 2001 07:54 pm (UTC)
hospitals, eh?
I go to the hospital fairly often...
but my mum works there.
I've never broken a bone.
I had stitches once.
when I ran into a pole on a girl scout weekend.
It was a first-aid/outdoor survival type weekend.
They dived on me, those rescue 40 people and ambulance drivers, boy and girl scout leaders.
My head was butterflied so well that it'd started to heal by the time I got into the emergency room, 4.5 hours after arriving at the hospital.
They ripped it open while cleaning it, and I had a third eye for a while. They'd cover it and say I was third eye blind.

I like how suggestable people are when they're almost asleep. Put any notion in their mind... *grins*

I've never met anyone else who claims to sing in their sleep.
I've met several people who claim I do.
Again, though... I wouldn't know :-)
Mar. 29th, 2001 12:28 pm (UTC)
Re: hospitals, eh?
No broken bones or stitches here, and yeah, my head got butterflied, too. Weird.

Anyway, it left this nifty scar just over my right eyebrow. I got it from convincing my sister to jump to me off the steps (I was 6 at the time) like she did with dad ... and failing to catch her. Having a nurse for a neighbor and a former nurse for a mom kept me from having to deal with the worst.

Implanting suggestions that way ... that's evil. Stylish and simple as hypnosis goes, but evil. =) Most I've accomplished is to mess with people's dreams.

- Pookah
Mar. 29th, 2001 08:32 pm (UTC)
scars and suchlike
Every time I start talking about injuries, I get into a big long conversation where both people mention every single injury they've ever recieved.
My left foot is cursed.
It has four really really obvious ones... but despite all the time I spend running about barefoot, they're all on the top, not the bottom.
The bottom's just tough.

And it may be evil...
but it's funny :-)
Mar. 29th, 2001 08:34 pm (UTC)
scars and suchlike
My mom's a nurse, too.
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