Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just wrote 4 pages on my WIP, and the words came more easily than they have in a long time. All because I decided I'd be *damned* if I let angst over all this crap at work keep me out of my story. It's not the best work I've ever done, but that's what rewrites are for.
I also found a listing for a public information specialist position--a department at the university who wants a writer, basically, someone with a marketing background and strong communications skills to make their research accessible to a wider audience. Newsletters, web content, press releases, and the like. It doesn't close for another two weeks, which gives me some time to update my resume and get my cover letter out there.
Until today happened, I'd been feeling inclined to try to stay. I'll never find a perfect position, and job searching is hard work that cuts into writing time. But after today I just don't see how I can trust TPTB again. I don't think they want to fire me, but I feel like I need to watch my back at all time for stabby knives.
Go Susan!
MY THESIS PASSED!!!!! I'm graduating with honors!!!!!! W00t!
Double woot VW! We already knew that, of course, but always nice to see it in writing. Now go forth and show off the degree!
Aims (or what ever your name is this week), much love to you & your sis. I will say, it does seem like you have a positive attitude, and that helps a TON
Today I got an update about the news I wrote in code. Very interesting development. It frustrates me to no end that I can't TELL ANYONE! Grrrrrr. My cheeks and tongue are really starting to hurt!
KT, I'm burning a couple DVD's for you as I write this. If I don't forget, I'll bring them up this week, as it seems we'll be seeing each other.
Oh, Aims! What a damn nightmare!
This is just horrible for you. And more horrible for your sister. But what about your boss? Won't anybody think of your poor boss?
brilliant realization of the evening. If one is burning a DVD in the computer, one can *not* insert a Stargate SG-1 in same slot to watch. Thankfully I realized just prior to attempted entry, so no damage was done. But ya, a brilliant moment on my part.
...er, I have just polished off a small tray of peanutbutter-chocolate fudge.
I mean, at least it was unsweetened chocolate, but still. WTF?
I mean, at least it was unsweetened chocolate, but still. WTF?
Ya! WTF! You didn't even offer to share! Pffft! And I thought we were friends. WHATEVER!
Look, Omnis, dude, I
tried
shoving a piece into the MacBook, but I couldn't find the right slot. Ahem.
...man, I need to stop obsessing about Matt/Mohinder and get out of the house. (But...so much pretty!)
but I couldn't find the right slot. Ahem.
Like I've never heard that before.
I'm leaning toward getting a cast vertebra, because I can't stop thinking about, with a real human vertebra, I'd always wonder about the person it came from. And not the whimsied kind of wondering, or even plain old bemused wondering -- I mean more like will-I-be-haunted-by-the-person-this-BONE-came-from kind of wondering.
I'm finding this conversation kind of amusing because there's a table behind my desk with plastic bags full of baby skeletons, and earlier I ended up sneezing dead person dust for ten minutes because someone's pelvis decided to disintegrate.
Sitting in a corner with osteologists is fun.
ETA less crappy spelling.
Oh, Aims, so much love and many prayers to you and your sister.
I got a very sweet e-mail from my grandma overnight. In part of it she said, "I am about as excited as you are." It's so fun! Now I want to see the comments!
Yes, it's always something with me :).
