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dragonlady7I managed to break 20k words last night. I'm not posting story snippets because they're just not... that interesting, and I just can't get into the routine. I don't have long enough writing sessions to post like I did last year.
I was all proud of myself, and smug, because I thought 20k was ahead of schedule, and then I realized, it's not. So, oh well.
I think the story may actually go somewhere soon. But yes-- I am 2/5ths of the way through it and absolutely nothing of note has actually happened. Are you proud of me? You shouldn't be. Thusfar it's a phenomenal waste of time, and to be honest I miss writing things for an audience. This, patently, isn't.
Oh well. In the meantime, life continues apace-- yesterday at work we were short three people, including two senior people who called in without any notice, and so I was left pretty much alone to run Big Bar, with no notice. And then the power went out. And it was awesome. And yeah. I feel like I got beat up, and guess what? I get to do the same thing today. Only probably less lucratively.
Happy Veteran's Day, by the way. Some of you lucky fucks have a long weekend. To you I say, good for you, but don't rub it in: long weekends are, in my book, only ever bad trouble, and of course I never have them off.
I've fought off my cold, but only by inadvertently giving it to Z, who is disgustingly snurfly. Meanwhile my sister Fiona, who has a Mary Kay party in Geneseo on Saturday, is going to come visit this weekend. And she has a cold too. So we'll all get each other sick and it will be a lark. Of course I have to work on Saturday, until late, and then early on Sunday, but I'm going to try to see whether I can possibly switch with someone so I can get out early on Saturday. Naturally the person with whom I would have switched most easily is the one who quit because she thought she was getting fired, last week-- and wasn't that a treat, can I tell you-- and so we're already short a person that day, and that makes it complicated. Yes: my workplace is officially fuxored.
And oh! Z's work website has been relaunched and is all shiny and new now. Isn't it cute? I think it is. He's still working on it, but there's the latest issue up there, and stuff like that. It's good stuff.
Right. I must shower. And the fact that all the clocks in my house are wrong is starting to get to me, finally. If it weren't for computers, how the hell would we know what time it was? I am reminded of a story from my old boss back when I was in college and worked in the slide library. She was a Slovenian refugee/immigrant, and when she first came to the US, she was in a house that had only one clock and the clock didn't work right. So she was puzzled as to how to determine what time it was. She had a phonebook. So she just randomly called stores and asked them what time it was. Her English wasn't very good. She mostly just confused a lot of retail clerks. But at least she could find out what time it was. Eventually.
I'm not sure what I'd do without at least one device set by network time.
I was all proud of myself, and smug, because I thought 20k was ahead of schedule, and then I realized, it's not. So, oh well.
I think the story may actually go somewhere soon. But yes-- I am 2/5ths of the way through it and absolutely nothing of note has actually happened. Are you proud of me? You shouldn't be. Thusfar it's a phenomenal waste of time, and to be honest I miss writing things for an audience. This, patently, isn't.
Oh well. In the meantime, life continues apace-- yesterday at work we were short three people, including two senior people who called in without any notice, and so I was left pretty much alone to run Big Bar, with no notice. And then the power went out. And it was awesome. And yeah. I feel like I got beat up, and guess what? I get to do the same thing today. Only probably less lucratively.
Happy Veteran's Day, by the way. Some of you lucky fucks have a long weekend. To you I say, good for you, but don't rub it in: long weekends are, in my book, only ever bad trouble, and of course I never have them off.
I've fought off my cold, but only by inadvertently giving it to Z, who is disgustingly snurfly. Meanwhile my sister Fiona, who has a Mary Kay party in Geneseo on Saturday, is going to come visit this weekend. And she has a cold too. So we'll all get each other sick and it will be a lark. Of course I have to work on Saturday, until late, and then early on Sunday, but I'm going to try to see whether I can possibly switch with someone so I can get out early on Saturday. Naturally the person with whom I would have switched most easily is the one who quit because she thought she was getting fired, last week-- and wasn't that a treat, can I tell you-- and so we're already short a person that day, and that makes it complicated. Yes: my workplace is officially fuxored.
And oh! Z's work website has been relaunched and is all shiny and new now. Isn't it cute? I think it is. He's still working on it, but there's the latest issue up there, and stuff like that. It's good stuff.
Right. I must shower. And the fact that all the clocks in my house are wrong is starting to get to me, finally. If it weren't for computers, how the hell would we know what time it was? I am reminded of a story from my old boss back when I was in college and worked in the slide library. She was a Slovenian refugee/immigrant, and when she first came to the US, she was in a house that had only one clock and the clock didn't work right. So she was puzzled as to how to determine what time it was. She had a phonebook. So she just randomly called stores and asked them what time it was. Her English wasn't very good. She mostly just confused a lot of retail clerks. But at least she could find out what time it was. Eventually.
I'm not sure what I'd do without at least one device set by network time.
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Date: 2005-11-11 02:47 pm (UTC)Not much is happening in mine either. 13,000+ words, and the love interests haven't even had a conversation. Oy.
Got the CD yesterday, thanks! Haven't had a chance to listen to it yet, but I'm hoping for time this weekend...
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Date: 2005-11-11 05:09 pm (UTC)