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no more sunday shifts ever
Nov. 6th, 2006 10:07 amYesterday was just... Well, I left the house at 7:45 am, and I got home at 12 midnight, only to fail to open the kitchen door until Z got out of bed and came and unlocked the deadbolt. We don't usually lock the deadbolt, so I was completely baffled by the fact that the doorknob was turning but the door wasn't actually opening, and I thought I just wasn't turning the knob all the way, because I had so much crap in my hands and arms, so I had paused to put everything down and I flatter myself I would've figured out the door handle in a minute if Z hadn't rescued me.
So, practice first, which was fun-- I am pretty confident about my skating and control, but we were learning the technique for skating the track and that kind of sucked because it's a circle and I'm much better on the straightaways. Bah.
Then the league's monthly meeting: We're going to try to have our first bout by late January. And they're trying to make it easier to meet minimum attendance requirements-- I think I'm the only one who will really have to struggle to make two practices a week, but there's a speed skating class on Monday nights that counts towards attendance as well. So I should be able to keep up. I hope.
Then I had to leave the meeting and head straight for work. I clocked in while still wearing my knee-length workout pants and my black-and-white stripey knee socks. (But I changed before work.)
And man oh man. It was the most annoying shift ever. I will not be working any more Sundays for anybody for the foreseeable future, unless I lose my fucking mind. Forget it! Bah. Ugh.
I made a bunch of money, I think, but it was just so annoying, and you know what, I can make more in a decent Thursday shift, so really I'm not sorry to miss out on Sundays in future. Don't need that kind of stress. Also I didn't see Z at all and I sort of miss him.
So I haven't written a word on my NaNoWriMo novel in 2 days. I just now went back and while reading it over added about ten words, making me within 300 words of breaking the 20k mark. I have a tentative plan now that I should aim to finish an act a week, and if the thing's divided into 3 acts, that should mean I have a completeish novel by the end of Week 3, so I have a whole week to completely fuck things up.
It is very handy for me that the weeks end on a Monday, as I can pretty well predict that I won't be getting any writing done on weekends.
And now I am going to blather on about my novel, more about the form of it than the content, because I am interested, but I am putting it behind a cut because I am not assuming you are. ( My first real coherent experiment in alternating POVs )
OK that wasn't as coherent as I wanted to be.
Oh, I had meant to talk about Saturday-- I got home from work, we decided we needed beer, and we decided to go out someplace that had beer. Where would one go for beer at 5 on a Saturday?
Why, Nietszche's, of course. They have their Irish seisuns from 4-7, and also they have beer.
( in which I sing in public )
So Nietszche's is still just about my favorite place in the world. And the fact that the owner, Joe, is such a nice guy only makes it better. (He's a big advertiser with Z's magazine and comes in and hangs out in the back office making up his ad every week, so he and Z talk about the blues.)
So, practice first, which was fun-- I am pretty confident about my skating and control, but we were learning the technique for skating the track and that kind of sucked because it's a circle and I'm much better on the straightaways. Bah.
Then the league's monthly meeting: We're going to try to have our first bout by late January. And they're trying to make it easier to meet minimum attendance requirements-- I think I'm the only one who will really have to struggle to make two practices a week, but there's a speed skating class on Monday nights that counts towards attendance as well. So I should be able to keep up. I hope.
Then I had to leave the meeting and head straight for work. I clocked in while still wearing my knee-length workout pants and my black-and-white stripey knee socks. (But I changed before work.)
And man oh man. It was the most annoying shift ever. I will not be working any more Sundays for anybody for the foreseeable future, unless I lose my fucking mind. Forget it! Bah. Ugh.
I made a bunch of money, I think, but it was just so annoying, and you know what, I can make more in a decent Thursday shift, so really I'm not sorry to miss out on Sundays in future. Don't need that kind of stress. Also I didn't see Z at all and I sort of miss him.
So I haven't written a word on my NaNoWriMo novel in 2 days. I just now went back and while reading it over added about ten words, making me within 300 words of breaking the 20k mark. I have a tentative plan now that I should aim to finish an act a week, and if the thing's divided into 3 acts, that should mean I have a completeish novel by the end of Week 3, so I have a whole week to completely fuck things up.
It is very handy for me that the weeks end on a Monday, as I can pretty well predict that I won't be getting any writing done on weekends.
And now I am going to blather on about my novel, more about the form of it than the content, because I am interested, but I am putting it behind a cut because I am not assuming you are. ( My first real coherent experiment in alternating POVs )
OK that wasn't as coherent as I wanted to be.
Oh, I had meant to talk about Saturday-- I got home from work, we decided we needed beer, and we decided to go out someplace that had beer. Where would one go for beer at 5 on a Saturday?
Why, Nietszche's, of course. They have their Irish seisuns from 4-7, and also they have beer.
( in which I sing in public )
So Nietszche's is still just about my favorite place in the world. And the fact that the owner, Joe, is such a nice guy only makes it better. (He's a big advertiser with Z's magazine and comes in and hangs out in the back office making up his ad every week, so he and Z talk about the blues.)
