Being Elizabeth
Jun. 14th, 2005 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisabetI was lacking motivation at work and needing a change and currently there are some promotions available and whatnot and so I turned to my life-coach, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
renenet who is the perfect life-coach for me because she understands that what motivates me is not what motivates a lot of people. I am more likely to do something if we can disguise it as a game or play or something I can make into a big story in my head and run with it. Otherwise, I'll just kind of do the bare minimum and spend most of my mental energy thinking about John Sheppard having to deal with Compartmental Syndrome alone on an away mission. It is quite riveting and much more interesting than anything having to do with insurance, I can promise you that.
Sorenenet, in a stroke of genius, has me playing the role of this real big corporate go-getting achiever. Her name is Elizabeth and she has this real complicated back story and woman pain and what-not - but the main thing is that she just does not have ANY TIME at all to post (even if she went to see Camper Van Beethoven Saturday night and had a fabulous time) or to read her LJ or even to answer her email (::waves sadly to rydra_wong and sweetestdrain::) and it is exhausting being Elizabeth.
Seriously, she will work herself to the bone or the nub or whatever it is that people work themselves down to (I've never been in this situation before, it is all new). She also has Klute hair and she wears pink toenail polish instead of red (I have no idea why - I like red, but my toenails are now this pale pink. Very strange). She wears the same glasses as me, but they are much cleaner for longer periods on Elizabeth. I think this is because she remembers to wear powder and uses a special oil control cleanser and is just generally neater all the way around. Like, right now - I can see my desk. Like there is desk visible and while this makes me all kinds of nervous, Elizabeth is a real stickler for order (I would probably not like her very much, but I know all of this is just a sublimation of her vast Woman Pain, so I feel very charitable towards her).
She is more into this Weight Watcher diet than me and MY GOD is she ever a stickler about the points and keeping track of everything and she eats lunch at her desk and doesn't invent excuses to go out to her car and drive around town listening to songs about Angel and Spike. She possibly doesn't even know who Angel is! She MAY BE ANGEL!
In short - my new role at the office intimidates the hell outta me - if I knew her in real life, I'd be scared of her and in awe of her competance. Also, when I get home and get to be Liz, I am just worn out. Last night, I didn't get home until after 7:00pm and it wasn't even my late day (Elizabeth just will not leave her desk) and I was so tired I collapsed on the sofa with the intent of watching the 8:00 Daily Show. I woke up in the dark with my glasses on the floor to the Daily Show music and I was a bit confused that I'd slept all the way until 11:00. Except I was wrong. It was 1:00 am.
I just hope Elizabeth can get me a promotion and maybe some more money so this is all worth it. Cause man - this is one tiring character AND she doesn't even have an OTP. Unless she did and now they are DEAD! DEAD LIKE STARBUCK'S DREAMS! Ohh! Starbuck!
/me being me.
renenet who is the perfect life-coach for me because she understands that what motivates me is not what motivates a lot of people. I am more likely to do something if we can disguise it as a game or play or something I can make into a big story in my head and run with it. Otherwise, I'll just kind of do the bare minimum and spend most of my mental energy thinking about John Sheppard having to deal with Compartmental Syndrome alone on an away mission. It is quite riveting and much more interesting than anything having to do with insurance, I can promise you that. So
renenet, in a stroke of genius, has me playing the role of this real big corporate go-getting achiever. Her name is Elizabeth and she has this real complicated back story and woman pain and what-not - but the main thing is that she just does not have ANY TIME at all to post (even if she went to see Camper Van Beethoven Saturday night and had a fabulous time) or to read her LJ or even to answer her email (::waves sadly to rydra_wong and sweetestdrain::) and it is exhausting being Elizabeth. Seriously, she will work herself to the bone or the nub or whatever it is that people work themselves down to (I've never been in this situation before, it is all new). She also has Klute hair and she wears pink toenail polish instead of red (I have no idea why - I like red, but my toenails are now this pale pink. Very strange). She wears the same glasses as me, but they are much cleaner for longer periods on Elizabeth. I think this is because she remembers to wear powder and uses a special oil control cleanser and is just generally neater all the way around. Like, right now - I can see my desk. Like there is desk visible and while this makes me all kinds of nervous, Elizabeth is a real stickler for order (I would probably not like her very much, but I know all of this is just a sublimation of her vast Woman Pain, so I feel very charitable towards her).
She is more into this Weight Watcher diet than me and MY GOD is she ever a stickler about the points and keeping track of everything and she eats lunch at her desk and doesn't invent excuses to go out to her car and drive around town listening to songs about Angel and Spike. She possibly doesn't even know who Angel is! She MAY BE ANGEL!
In short - my new role at the office intimidates the hell outta me - if I knew her in real life, I'd be scared of her and in awe of her competance. Also, when I get home and get to be Liz, I am just worn out. Last night, I didn't get home until after 7:00pm and it wasn't even my late day (Elizabeth just will not leave her desk) and I was so tired I collapsed on the sofa with the intent of watching the 8:00 Daily Show. I woke up in the dark with my glasses on the floor to the Daily Show music and I was a bit confused that I'd slept all the way until 11:00. Except I was wrong. It was 1:00 am.
I just hope Elizabeth can get me a promotion and maybe some more money so this is all worth it. Cause man - this is one tiring character AND she doesn't even have an OTP. Unless she did and now they are DEAD! DEAD LIKE STARBUCK'S DREAMS! Ohh! Starbuck!
/me being me.
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Date: 2005-06-14 08:22 pm (UTC)What have I missed? Vids? Fic? Is there gonna be an Angel movie?
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Date: 2005-06-15 12:26 pm (UTC)I hung tiny plush Al on the doorknob to my bedroom. He guards my sleep. I really need to find a camera. Not-quite-so-tiny not-quite-so-cute plush Kamui with one angel wing and one bat wing guards the hallway closet, which I guess means he is preventing evil spirits from stealing unread books, extra towels, and ten years' worth of unsorted paperwork.