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Nov. 5th, 2005 09:17 amdon't wanna. Don't wanna! *sings the Don't Wanna song*
Of course there's a song.
Have spoken with the manager and am shifting my hours at work. Because of a complex situation in which someone is missing from the schedule (because the people filling that position all either quit or were fired because it's a STUPID SHIFT), I have been stuck being the second server at the dead bar, while the busy bar has only one server. After sitting on my ass for over an hour yesterday, and nearly two the day before, with nothing whatsoever to do (because we'd already done all the cleaning and rearranging we could), I asked the manager if I could just come in an hour later and thereby fill both my shift and the stupid missing shift, and also work down at the busy bar instead. (They have made all of this so so so very much more complicated than it needs to be.)
The last thing I want is to stay at work later. But if I have to be there, I'd rather be earning money and actually doing something, instead of sitting around thinking about how I could be at home instead. So I'll be working 12-8:30 all next week, which is dumb, but there it is. Instead of working fewer hours, I'm working later hours, and that's irritating.
On a better note, I brought my laptop and worked on NaNo on the way home on the bus (Z needed the car yesterday), and that was kind of a nice interlude. I've managed to achieve the 15000 marker. I admit the other day I went and entered my wordcount and then went to look at the participants sorted by wordcount, as I was always on or near the front page in previous years, and this year the first four or five pages are all people who have absolutely ridiculous wordcounts. Like, obviously these people are working on WIPs and they're counting earlier progress. I'm not a real sour grapes kinda person usually, but on November 3rd there is nobody who has legitimately got 400,000 words.
Which really takes away much of the fun, competitive sport that was involved in my frenzied word-building in previous years. I have no way of competing with these people. I know how fast it is possible to write, when writing fast; I have done over 20k words in a day, and know what that does to your brain. These people? Are beyond feasible. Obviously they're not playing by the same rules. So... it's not fun to play.
Oh well. I'm not producing anything good, and have been forgetting to post. My iMac went to the shop yesterday to be fixed and, well, isn't, so I'm only on the laptop, which means I'm not looking at my past materials as much as I otherwise would. Which means I'm just noodling along from scratch. Eh well.
I am interested to see where my imagination goes at times like this. I had thought I had none; I was wrong, but it's sort of squashed and warped and I'm kinda obsessing over really odd things. Mostly my characters are having chatty, witty conversations. I think this is sort of the best I can hope for: chatterboxes entertaining one another. It'll be interesting.
Z is on the phone with a fellow-scooterist. They're going to go on A Big Ride today since it's gorgeous out. This makes me deeply, deeply sad. I am missing out. But I called in last week, so I won't this week, and my cold is not that bad, so...
But I'm really sad now.
Of course there's a song.
Have spoken with the manager and am shifting my hours at work. Because of a complex situation in which someone is missing from the schedule (because the people filling that position all either quit or were fired because it's a STUPID SHIFT), I have been stuck being the second server at the dead bar, while the busy bar has only one server. After sitting on my ass for over an hour yesterday, and nearly two the day before, with nothing whatsoever to do (because we'd already done all the cleaning and rearranging we could), I asked the manager if I could just come in an hour later and thereby fill both my shift and the stupid missing shift, and also work down at the busy bar instead. (They have made all of this so so so very much more complicated than it needs to be.)
The last thing I want is to stay at work later. But if I have to be there, I'd rather be earning money and actually doing something, instead of sitting around thinking about how I could be at home instead. So I'll be working 12-8:30 all next week, which is dumb, but there it is. Instead of working fewer hours, I'm working later hours, and that's irritating.
On a better note, I brought my laptop and worked on NaNo on the way home on the bus (Z needed the car yesterday), and that was kind of a nice interlude. I've managed to achieve the 15000 marker. I admit the other day I went and entered my wordcount and then went to look at the participants sorted by wordcount, as I was always on or near the front page in previous years, and this year the first four or five pages are all people who have absolutely ridiculous wordcounts. Like, obviously these people are working on WIPs and they're counting earlier progress. I'm not a real sour grapes kinda person usually, but on November 3rd there is nobody who has legitimately got 400,000 words.
Which really takes away much of the fun, competitive sport that was involved in my frenzied word-building in previous years. I have no way of competing with these people. I know how fast it is possible to write, when writing fast; I have done over 20k words in a day, and know what that does to your brain. These people? Are beyond feasible. Obviously they're not playing by the same rules. So... it's not fun to play.
Oh well. I'm not producing anything good, and have been forgetting to post. My iMac went to the shop yesterday to be fixed and, well, isn't, so I'm only on the laptop, which means I'm not looking at my past materials as much as I otherwise would. Which means I'm just noodling along from scratch. Eh well.
I am interested to see where my imagination goes at times like this. I had thought I had none; I was wrong, but it's sort of squashed and warped and I'm kinda obsessing over really odd things. Mostly my characters are having chatty, witty conversations. I think this is sort of the best I can hope for: chatterboxes entertaining one another. It'll be interesting.
Z is on the phone with a fellow-scooterist. They're going to go on A Big Ride today since it's gorgeous out. This makes me deeply, deeply sad. I am missing out. But I called in last week, so I won't this week, and my cold is not that bad, so...
But I'm really sad now.
