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Yeah I give up
Mar. 10th, 2004 10:42 amIn today's installment of the Amazing Adventures of Bitterwoman, we find that absolutely nobody has called in all the time I've been sitting here at work. For those of you who missed yesterday's installment, I'm here at work instead of having all of today off so I could be at home, in my bed, and ideally sleeping off my Oxford cold because the blackout that hit last week screwed up our answering machine at the office so apparently at least half a week went by with people calling and not knowing that we were out on vacation. Understandably annoying, but I'm not really sure what putting me here today was going to do about it. I'm ironically less happy now that fate has chosen to prove me right about how useless this action was.
I would've argued the point more yesterday when the boss suggested it (Or at least tried a few rounds of "Let's understand how it affects my morale to A) lose a day off I was promised weeks ago and B) do it when I'm not jetting off to England again but sick and therefore very much needing the ability to sleep in and recover.") but I was so exhausted from coughing the night before I didn't have the brain power to do it. Sigh. Grr. Grumble. Growl. And all that sort of stuff.
But at least I'm out of here in five minutes.
In other news I tried to use this very important work time to catch up on LiveJournal. I made it to skip 9hundredsomething (skimming, I assure you) and realized that I hadn't even gotten back more than 3 days. So... I give up. If there's anything going on that you need me to know about I humbly ask that you give me a heads-up here in the comments. Thank you kindly in advance.
In still other news I'm dying to write about a billion things and have the brainpower for possibly only one of them. I suspect that trying to do the recap of the London trip is going to win out, since I want to get that done while I can still remember most of the details.
Other things that are on the waiting list include commentary on Shells, more commentary about A Hole in the World (which may get folded into Shells), my continuing adventures as Bitterwoman with regards to what those two eps do to Fred and Wes (which may also get folded into Shells), the Fred/Wes essay that I've been sitting on for a while and may not make it to the end of the series (ie, I was originally thinking I'd let this season play out and write about the story as a whole, but now I don't know if I can be that patient), random insane fic snippets that I either need to keep locked up until they die or write them just to scratch the itch, and more Pet.
Pet, btw, is also driving me insane b/c I had an epiphany (heh) about a plot point for that (yes, sometimes it has plot) and I really want to write it now now NOW but even for my admittedly low standards for what makes plausible narrative structure for that fic I couldn't possibly do that plot point without first laying some groundwork. So I sit here twitching in my seat and wondering when I'll get the brainpower back to put the groundwork in, or if I should give up hope and write the plot point now anyway, possibly by cheating and going "So then some exposition happened". Though I don't think I will because there were a few minor things that I actually did want to write out.
I think what we're finding here is that a week and a half of me being away from a keyboard slowly drives me out of my mind. I offer this tidbit of trivia to those of you wondering how to torture me without making it obvious.
Okay, time's up. I'm out of here. More later, possibly with London recap if I can get enough brainpower going to do it. Stupid work. Stupid cold. Stupid need to breathe.
I would've argued the point more yesterday when the boss suggested it (Or at least tried a few rounds of "Let's understand how it affects my morale to A) lose a day off I was promised weeks ago and B) do it when I'm not jetting off to England again but sick and therefore very much needing the ability to sleep in and recover.") but I was so exhausted from coughing the night before I didn't have the brain power to do it. Sigh. Grr. Grumble. Growl. And all that sort of stuff.
But at least I'm out of here in five minutes.
In other news I tried to use this very important work time to catch up on LiveJournal. I made it to skip 9hundredsomething (skimming, I assure you) and realized that I hadn't even gotten back more than 3 days. So... I give up. If there's anything going on that you need me to know about I humbly ask that you give me a heads-up here in the comments. Thank you kindly in advance.
In still other news I'm dying to write about a billion things and have the brainpower for possibly only one of them. I suspect that trying to do the recap of the London trip is going to win out, since I want to get that done while I can still remember most of the details.
Other things that are on the waiting list include commentary on Shells, more commentary about A Hole in the World (which may get folded into Shells), my continuing adventures as Bitterwoman with regards to what those two eps do to Fred and Wes (which may also get folded into Shells), the Fred/Wes essay that I've been sitting on for a while and may not make it to the end of the series (ie, I was originally thinking I'd let this season play out and write about the story as a whole, but now I don't know if I can be that patient), random insane fic snippets that I either need to keep locked up until they die or write them just to scratch the itch, and more Pet.
Pet, btw, is also driving me insane b/c I had an epiphany (heh) about a plot point for that (yes, sometimes it has plot) and I really want to write it now now NOW but even for my admittedly low standards for what makes plausible narrative structure for that fic I couldn't possibly do that plot point without first laying some groundwork. So I sit here twitching in my seat and wondering when I'll get the brainpower back to put the groundwork in, or if I should give up hope and write the plot point now anyway, possibly by cheating and going "So then some exposition happened". Though I don't think I will because there were a few minor things that I actually did want to write out.
I think what we're finding here is that a week and a half of me being away from a keyboard slowly drives me out of my mind. I offer this tidbit of trivia to those of you wondering how to torture me without making it obvious.
Okay, time's up. I'm out of here. More later, possibly with London recap if I can get enough brainpower going to do it. Stupid work. Stupid cold. Stupid need to breathe.
