HI. I’m Sean and I am an Inside Salesman. Most of our customers either build or repair US Navy and Coast Guard ships. They call me when they need some equipment - level indication, gauges, temperature indicators, hand held test equipment, special cables, pressure and temperature switches. We (Technical Thingies, Inc) are factory authorized repair and sales representatives for most of the companies that make indicating and alarm systems for the ships. Because I was an end-user of most of the stuff we sell, install and service during my 20 years in the Navy, I was hired to be the guy that could talk shop with our military and ship-repair customers. I also write (freelance) entertainment pieces for an on-line T&A website.
You want a job description? :eek:
Well, technically, I am a goddess of love and dispenser of sage advice, lore and wisdom aka an oracle. I am too beautiful to gaze upon without shielding your eyes and so far above you all that nosebleeds are mandatory. Oh, and I’m a helluva sex kitten.
Huh? Oh, you want to know what I do in RL? Why?
I’m a nurse. An RN-I work in stepdown (only slightly less acute than ICU). I lift heavy people, give them meds, clean them up and teach them about their illnesses. I am also a library page-I shelve books. I am also a grad student-I read alot of shit I don’t want to and write reams about it. I am also a mother. I still fix owies and dispense totalitarian justice, grocery shop and nurture a growing herd of dustbunnies.
In my spare time, I solve world hunger, cure AIDS, and get my nails done.
I need to tell you all about the dream I had last noc. Sorry to interrupt the role call of jobs and all, but.
A ways back, we talked here in the MMP about sexual fantasies. Now, if it wasn’t in the MMP, it should have been, so don’t ask me to find it. Anyhoo, someone, it might have been Pugs or Rebo told me that I was overthinking my fantasies (I always got stuck on whether the guy should have green or blue eyes. Hey-it’s my fantasy-if you don’t care what color eyes your guy has, that’s fine by me. It matters).
So, anyway, I have this dream. I am in a house-lovely English estate home, with grounds and south lawns etc. I am with a guy. We decide to have sex in the garden. I run out into the garden (I should say we), shedding clothes as we go. No, I don’t remember the sex. That’s not the point. Yoohoo! Could you pay attention, please?
Thing is (and this is why I am set for nunhood or at least cranky old ladyhood), my al fresco er, congress was interrupted by the Mr and Mrs Neighbor peering over the hedge.
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English country houses don’t have “neighbors” who just walk over-so, grr to that.
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I can’t believe my mind is that mundane.
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I don’t remember the rest of the dream, which is frustrating for this very odd fact: as I awoke from this, I thought to myself-god, I’ll have to tell the folks on the Dope-they’ll never believe this!
And I can’t remember what THIS is!
Just thought I’d share. Apparently I need meds. Or something.
oh god. falls over laughing rigs, you disrupt your own fantasies with reality? I’m so choked up with tears of laughter over here I can’t see to type.
falls over again
wait, wait, I shpouldn’t make fun of you.
falls over yet again
I do the same thing, actually. “Okay, so my fantasy is I’m on vacation in a foreign country … wait … how did I get there? Who paid for the trip? Am I missing work? Do I have vacation days left?”
And those are my conscious fantasies. My dreams are totally different. Very often, I’m just about to have sex with Ewan McGregor in a vat of chocolate pudding, but we can’t until we save the lobsters!!!
I hate my dreams. :mad:
Glares in an easterly direction at Mika. nyah to you!
Yeah, so I have sexual ADD. Wanna make something of it? Ooh, look, it’s raining outside… 
Thank you Draelin -I don’t feel such an ass. But chocolate pudding? You’ll never get it out of the carpet! :eek:
Do you all SEE why porn doesn’t work for me? Between seeing more naked bodies in my lifetime than I ever wanted to, to not being able to hold a thought, much less a <chickabow> sensation…I am doomed.
I’ll watch the coats while y’all do the nasty on the dance floor.
Thanks everyone for posting what you do for your job. It’s really interesting, especially that there are so many of us engineering geek types here.
The main system that I need to pull data from is down. And my boss is out of town. I’m thinking I should take off early. Hmmm…
Raining? It’s been snowing here! :eek:
Re: naughty dreams, even sleeping my mind always knows I’m in a committed relationship and never gets past that to go do something fun with random dream guy. What’re dreams for if not to act out the stuff you wouldn’t do in when you’re awake?? :mad:
See? This a problem! Screw world hunger–we need to solve this.
I can work up a great visual of Aragorn or just Viggo and then…bupkus. Christ-how to make my fantasies to stop being chaste? Is this ridiculous or what?
But I do have sexual dreams- I know I do. I have woken up due to orgasming in my sleep. WTH? Why can’t I do this with my waking mind? I am hardly repressed (there are those here who would like me to not share so much, no?).
I don’t buy all that “be a good girl” stuff-I didn’t when I was a teen. You need to be safe and careful, but not frigid or anti-sex.
Is there a home for misfit sexual fantasy sufferers?
If you find it, give me the address
Nuttin’ much to say here 'cept my face hurts. How bad you ask? I have not had a beer since Sunday cause I just don’t want one. :eek:
Oh and I have very vivid sex dreams.
My sex dreams always turn into “I have to pee and I can’t find a toilet” dreams. Talk about being bummed out…
What’s the matter with your face, Swampus? I must have missed the explanation somewheres. I’m sorry you’re hurting.
Rebo I went to the dentist Monday for a cleaning. I have very, very sensitive teeth and if the hygienist gets shall we say, a bit overenthusiastic about her work, I sometimes have swelling. I have antibiotics and pain pills to take. For some reason today it hurts more. So, I sit around with ice on my face, which helps make it feel better. BTW, I meant to comment earlier… there is nothing wrong with your being excited over being able to take this break from work. You shouldn’t feel guilty either. It’s something you’ve earned and you need it now. So no more of this guilty talk, ok young lady?
Stoopit gravity! <sigh>
I trimmed 4 pots, but I dropped the 3rd one. It didn’t break because it was still pretty wet, but it smooshed pretty bad, and it got dog hair stuck to it, So I picked off the hair, smooshed it all the way, and put it back in the bag to be reused later. Stoopit gravity. 
I put a handle on the pitcher and rewrapped it so the joint will fuse better. Then tomorrow, I’ll unwrap it and put a decorative medallion on it. Plus I’ll finish the face jar and the bank - dunno whether to make it a kitty bank or a piggy bank. I’m not very artistical with that sort of thing, so we shall see what happens.
I’m having some stew - it’s not near as good as it should be. Oh well, it was easy. I’ll have the rest for lunch tomorrow.
Ice cream for dessert.
Such is my evening.
Woo, and a little hoo.
FCM needs a sex dream or two. Have mine-it’s PG!
:rolleyes:
Sorry about your face, swampus --and can I just say to all, that I really don’t want to hear about your sex dreams? Can we talk about sex dreams on the meta level?
I don’t want the MMP to become Monday Morning Porn…
I ahve to go to class soon. This means I stay right here, but put on geeky headphones and dont’ move for 2 hours. Fun, fun, fun…
Oops-I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to hear about that which has already been shared. I just don’t want the thread to become a porno thread…sorry to be so tactless.
I completely agree with rigs. This is a morally upright thread. A pillar of the community. We have standards. Sure, they’re not real high standards, but still… 
Besides, we don’t want **swampy ** to feel compelled to defend his title as King of TMI!!! :eek:
And you know durn well he’d do it!
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Where is it, and which lady ordered a middle aged white guy, a can of spray starch, and 40.3 square feet of bubble wrap?
swampy a pillar? <snerk>
rebo, my sex dreams are normal, my other dreams are f**ked up like a football bat.