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[jebbypal]

cassiee, I finished it and sent it back. Thus goes to show that I can beta three pages in under thirty minutes--probably less if I didn't spend 8 looking for an operative quote and discovering that google refuses to pull up a transcript of the movie. Siiigh, woe is me to not be able to carry my Serenity Visual Companion everywhere. But it's done and it's good:)

Also, me not doing any work today. Or at least, no experiment based work. I've concluded that to do so may be dangerous. While nothing bad has happened today as of yet, I've decided that using expensive equipment may just be tempting fate since the sounds I heard last night seemed to indicate that my bathroom sink is leaking. Anyone know if I need to fear for spewage into my closet next to the bathroom similar to the debacle w/ the blasted tub glaze if I call to get it fixed? *hugs the adults* Also, had to go by uber creepy maintenance guy on the way out and can I just say I still soooo do not like the way he actually turns so he can follow me w/ his eyes. Typically, this is not something I have a problem w/ -- few guys actually notice me enough to drop comments etc and those that do usually are drunk or exceedingly elderly. I know that part of what skeeves me out is his looks, but that's justifiable since I'm convinced part of his teeth problem is meth mouth. *shrugs* I don't know, I just know I've heard it enough to trust my instincts and my instincts have never screamed so loudly about any single individual before. He's never said or done anything that I can report, and I hope it stays that way.

Bad thanksgivings seem to be the theme for those in my lab though. One person had a death in the family immediately before and another had a fight w/ her uber religious dad about living w/ her boyfriend.

Okay, off to do some productive reading where my karma will hopefully not injure anything expensive.

Comments

[mona1347.livejournal.com]

Not that men stare at me all the time or anything but...a) I have breasts, b) I grew up in the ghetto, therefore c) I've had my fair share of skanky, possibly-scary men staring and often out-right yelling crude things from porches and cars at me.

So here's what I got.
- Absolutely do not act afraid and/or duck your head and/or avoid eye-contact and scurry down the hall. If he's a sicko, this will only encourage his behavior to know or infer that you are afraid.
- If he's being so disgusting as to turn his head to leer at you, you just pluck yourself up and stare at that SOB right back. Give him a good, "You got an EYE PROBLEM, asshole?" withering stare.
- Maintain eye contact, NOT of the friendly variety but of the "what's wrong with you, freak?" variety. SHAME HIM into looking away first with your "I have every right to stare at and judge you if you're staring at and judging me"-ness. Make no attempt to hide your contempt. If they know you're onto them the thrill is gone and they fear you might do something about it. Your garden-variety pervos (which this guy likely is) are going to back down. Force the issue.
- Plus, it's way fun to turn the game back around on them. These gross leering types deserve a little get-back since they expect women to just sidle away and avoid avoid avoid. Don't allow yourself to be an object of The Gaze! :) If nothing else, gazing back gives the power back to you.

*hugs* Hope some of this helps!

[mona1347.livejournal.com]

Give him a good, "You got an EYE PROBLEM, asshole?" withering stare.

On second thought, hell, say it out loud. Bet he wasn't expecting THAT shit, huh? :)