muh

I dragged myself out of bed to start getting ready to get ready for work (by which I mean, write three pages of original fiction to stupefy myself into submission) and had already washed my face and brushed my teeth when I realized-- I have today off.

But, I do have to go in to work at the airport, just to collect my ID badge. See, I got approval for the badge, the HR lady said, disapprovingly, but if I don't come in when the badge office is open, I can't get the badge.
"When is the badge office open?" I asked patiently. I know those hours aren't posted anywhere. I know I wasn't given the slightest hint of instruction about that. Nobody said what I was going to have to do. And she's talking like I'm negligent for not having done anything about this, when I had no way of knowing. OK, lady.
"Come in tomorrow at noon," she said. Because not only does the badge office have to be open, but she has to be there too, and she's going home early tomorrow, and... I just wasn't going to ask if I could get it when I work on Sunday or Tuesday. (Yes-- they've scheduled me until 4:30 on Tuesday for the next two weeks running, knowing I have to be at Local Bar by 5, and that it always takes a half hour after closing to get out of there. Hm. Great.)
So I do have to go into work. But I don't have to be decent or coherent.

Hmm.... back to bed, or write?

Do you really have to ask? I'll probably have some excerpts posted later this morning. If you want to get onto the friends-filter for fiction (don't want to spam the rest of you) please leave a comment so you can read my glorious works. I'm planning on still posting rough alpha drafts and fictional rants on treigylgweith, but I'll put more polished betas up here, under a friends filter so those who really truly aren't interested can be spared.

And no-- if you sign up for the fiction friends-filter, you don't have to read or comment. Only if you really want to, only if something moves you. I'll post the first excerpt simply friendslocked so you can see the format. It will consist of a series of questions I'd love answered about the excerpt (usually, my concerns about the piece, which I want confirmed or laid to rest), a brief summary or any necessary explanation, any necessary warnings (sex, violence, language, etc), and a word count.

oh CRAP

I am such an incompetent accountant.

Argh. Somebody just shoot me. I am so sick of worrying about money.

Yup yup. Screwed up the math. Checks will bounce. Yay. Checks will bounce, I will pay big fees, it will be sweet. I am world's biggest idiot.

Oh, this just struck me-- I am making less now than I did when I was on unemployment. Rich, isn't it?

edit: mom thinks I deserve what i get for not keeping better tabs on my outstanding checks. Sorry-- my skills have never been with math or accounting, and I failed to take into account the thought that someone would hold onto a check for 340-odd days.

But, yes, any amount of credit I had for being the thriftiest of my sisters is gone out the window, right in time for the holidays. I'll just make a t-shirt that says "FOOL" in big letters across the chest.