My previous agency sent me email saying "Hey, your break-in-service is almost over, and we want to start finding you work!", and one of the things they asked was if I had any job prospects I was already working on. I told them I was interested in finding work, and that I did have a prospect I was working on. The agency person said "Oh, we can help with a vendor position! Let me talk to someone!"
Which is great and all, but I've got another company lined up to be my reps for the vendor gig.
I think I may have put too much rice wine into my beef & baby portabello mushroom dinner. I suddenly want to go lie down.
You should have had mutton!
Right? But no muttons in my freezer, and the beef was.
I'm pretty sure that rice wine wouldn't have gone with mutton, either.
Timelies all!
Went to my MIL's for dinner. Latkes were part of the menu, of course.
I have reluctantly picked out a business casual outfit to wear to the office tomorrow, as we're having our holiday party in the evening. I don't have any brown shoes I'm willing to wear when it's this icy, so I'm going with purple suede wedges. Because they go.
But I am going back to the office after the party to get my snow boots, because it's going to be frickin' cold tomorrow.
I've spend the past week at work wearing my coat on my lap. I hate the cold.
I think I am possibly bad date material, as frankly I want to put off a meetup until after I get back, because I just have too many stupid evening chores and shopping in the next near while to take a night off. But I might. Ehn. Fuck if I'll give up a swim though! I'm not that invested! Possibly another poor sign. Trying not to think too hard about this.
I've been wearing my coat on my shoulders.
OMG, complete nightmare. Cuddling with strangers! Stranger boners! That's ninth level of hell, right there.
Cuddling with strangers! Stranger boners!
I was considering a tasteless joke comparing cuddle parties with rush hour public transportation, but... stranger boners on a train aren't funny when it's happening to you.
I love pimping my friends' work, but am horrible at doing it for me.
Maybe like-minded authors should get together and pimp each other's work. Like, you pimp Barb, and Barb pimps you. Hypothetically.
This would lead to certain authors realizing they're really good at pimping for other authors, and then they would go into business doing that, and then a whole new layer would appear in the publishing cake.
I think I would actually enjoy a cuddle party.
Someone stole a catfood bowl from my front yard. WTF.