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Jan. 31st, 2019 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7My coworker had resolved to come in today, but as he was on a major street close to his house he was overtaken by an actual snowmobile, and when he stopped to buy coffee, as was his custom, he discovered that the coffee shop was closed.
So he turned around and went home.
Immediately after that, the lake effect band swung north and we're in it now. It's meant to recede by evening, though, so I should be able to go home by 5 or so.
The ice cream shop remains closed, though. We stare through the windows at it disconsolately every so often. (I have to go downstairs to do that; there are no windows up here.)
I've fucked around, since there's no supervision, until I've had a surfeit of fucking around, and I just want to go home. I know I won't have the energy to do anything when I get there, but I want to start a new sewing project, and all I can do here is fret and think about it. I won't do it, though, when I get there, so. I might as well sit here and get paid. I've put out a few things that could have blossomed into fires without me here, so there's that; it's not futile. I'm just not being super productive.
I listened to folk music all morning and now I've moved on to early-00s gay club bangers. It's not as liberating as you'd think.
We have had 0 customers all day-- but there's a lot for the photo lab to do, and I've had a normal amount of online orders.
I have been fucking around by writing a tiny fic for Uprooted, which we'll see if I can ever make have enough of a punchline to get posted. I am so jealous of all of you who can write exquisite little 1000-word things. Mine's 3,800 words and hasn't decided whether it has a point yet. And it's not a big fandom, so it's not like I'll get many readers of it. Especially since I think it's going to be 100% introspection and 0 action or sex. So like. Well-- whatever. It's better than not writing anything, which was what else was going to happen.
Oh yeah-- yesterday when unsupervised I made a bunch of new icons, so-- I probably won't use them, since I'm so thoroughly out of the habit, but there we go! A snowflake.
So he turned around and went home.
Immediately after that, the lake effect band swung north and we're in it now. It's meant to recede by evening, though, so I should be able to go home by 5 or so.
The ice cream shop remains closed, though. We stare through the windows at it disconsolately every so often. (I have to go downstairs to do that; there are no windows up here.)
I've fucked around, since there's no supervision, until I've had a surfeit of fucking around, and I just want to go home. I know I won't have the energy to do anything when I get there, but I want to start a new sewing project, and all I can do here is fret and think about it. I won't do it, though, when I get there, so. I might as well sit here and get paid. I've put out a few things that could have blossomed into fires without me here, so there's that; it's not futile. I'm just not being super productive.
I listened to folk music all morning and now I've moved on to early-00s gay club bangers. It's not as liberating as you'd think.
We have had 0 customers all day-- but there's a lot for the photo lab to do, and I've had a normal amount of online orders.
I have been fucking around by writing a tiny fic for Uprooted, which we'll see if I can ever make have enough of a punchline to get posted. I am so jealous of all of you who can write exquisite little 1000-word things. Mine's 3,800 words and hasn't decided whether it has a point yet. And it's not a big fandom, so it's not like I'll get many readers of it. Especially since I think it's going to be 100% introspection and 0 action or sex. So like. Well-- whatever. It's better than not writing anything, which was what else was going to happen.
Oh yeah-- yesterday when unsupervised I made a bunch of new icons, so-- I probably won't use them, since I'm so thoroughly out of the habit, but there we go! A snowflake.
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Date: 2019-01-31 08:17 pm (UTC)Or something... Ice cream sounds good though. Brownies and ice cream.......
Do you want to have a small motivation party? If I get things done tonight, I can probably go to the Riveters game on Saturday. Maybe I can cheer you on to get sewing done and we can get shit done together?
Also I've literally been fucking around on the internet all day since I'm in the north office and no one can see me or my computer in my cubicle unless they're coming to talk to me so I've really really been fucking around.
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Date: 2019-01-31 08:45 pm (UTC)No ice cream, though. I gave the ice cream maker to Annie and don't have any way to make ice cream anymore. And I could probably buy it, but I'm not sure anywhere is open, in the blizzard, and don't really want to drive around in this nonsense. So I guess I could just. make do with brownies. Or my mom's old chocolate upside-down-cake recipe, which IIRC doesn't have a lot of ingredients. But that one's sad without ice cream, and would only highlight the lack, I think.
If I do any baking I probably won't get sewing done. But I would accept any form of motivation. I just want to do something except be exhausted and listen to Dude snore on the couch, which is what he did all evening yesterday after having watched me make dinner. (I shouldn't be mean, he spent two hours trying to fix the snowblower and then snowblowing the driveway.) (but the snoring was really annoying, and only slightly less annoying than the watching me make dinner. argh.)
Maybe we'll just eat leftovers for dinner and I'll bake brownies instead of cooking dinner. That'd be ok.
I have now spent two days fucking around and I think my coworker will notice. But! Will he give me shit for it? I'm the one that came in. He's on salary so he got paid anyway. But he got to work from home (which there's no reason he couldn't do anyway, except that the boss objects), so I bet he won't really be that mad! Still.
I need to force myself to at least make up two or three more listings for products so I plausibly-deniably didn't do absolutely nothing.
(I mean. Besides packing and shipping and processing all the orders, which wasn't nothing, but also wasn't much.)