Charlie? I'm not Alfred am I? You know like Batman and Alfred?
If anything, my staying home in order to keep my sanity yesterday proved at least one thing. They need me here. The girls rejoiced when I came in this morning even though I actually feel crappy.
Yet I am still a temp. Go figure. Well, I can figure that out actually. Temps are cheaper for companies to hire than actual company employees. But, everyone in this office started out as a temp so I'm still hopeful.
Yes, yesterday I was made of complete FAIL because I woke up when my alarm blared at me and I just did not want to do anything about it. I called in and stayed home for a rest. Wish I could have done that again this morning but that would have just been slacking. I would have gone from exhausted lazy person to downright lame in a matter of forty eight hours.
I woke up at around nine-ish because of the banging and sawing going on upstairs. It was rather obnoxious. I watched a little bit of Life while making my breakfast, then tinkered around on the piano because I found my music binder miraculously shoved behind a shelf in Cecily's music book shelf. Then I opened up Strider and started working on that story idea I was talking about last week or the week before that... I'm not really sure, everything's all blurred together pretty much.
That futuristic, dominant female story. I hammered out a history and plot line, character names, and started on the first chapter. I even thought of a title that I may or may not keep: Dominance. I'm not sure how much will come of this right now. The plot line is interesting but a little weak and will move really fast, much faster than Warped. I think that if nothing else it's just satisfying my hormonal female self for the moment. If that's all it does *shrugs* whatever.
I'm just "nanoing" it right now so we'll see how far I can take it before I hit a dead end. So it's kind of self satisfying right now but I'm not ashamed to admit that because it's an original story.
After I wrote for several hours I dug out my House season one DVDs and just started watching. I love that show! I now remember how and why I fell in love with it. I'd forgotten a lot of the funny too.
"You're interested in this woman with a bump in her leg. That's like Picasso deciding to white wash a fence."
House: "There's just one pitcher left on our team and he throws like a girl."
Cameron: "I hate sports metaphors."
House: (yelling after her) "Make it hard and long!"
Oh and the clinic! I just LOVE the clinic! Anyway, it made me happy. :D
I figure I need to keep my brain busy and focus on things that do make me happy for right now because I've been feeling unusually depressed as of late and it just comes crashing down when I'm by myself and can't immediately think of something to occupy my thoughts and time. It may just be the tiredness and the toll these long hours are having on me and I'm just cracking under the fatigue. But whatever it is, I can't not have something to do.
And something else to add to the depression - Date dud e-mailed me and asked me out again. *headdesk* I'm not feeling very sympathetic at the moment so right now I feel that I have every right to reject him via e-mail as well. Would that be too insensitive of me?
Yet I am still a temp. Go figure. Well, I can figure that out actually. Temps are cheaper for companies to hire than actual company employees. But, everyone in this office started out as a temp so I'm still hopeful.
Yes, yesterday I was made of complete FAIL because I woke up when my alarm blared at me and I just did not want to do anything about it. I called in and stayed home for a rest. Wish I could have done that again this morning but that would have just been slacking. I would have gone from exhausted lazy person to downright lame in a matter of forty eight hours.
I woke up at around nine-ish because of the banging and sawing going on upstairs. It was rather obnoxious. I watched a little bit of Life while making my breakfast, then tinkered around on the piano because I found my music binder miraculously shoved behind a shelf in Cecily's music book shelf. Then I opened up Strider and started working on that story idea I was talking about last week or the week before that... I'm not really sure, everything's all blurred together pretty much.
That futuristic, dominant female story. I hammered out a history and plot line, character names, and started on the first chapter. I even thought of a title that I may or may not keep: Dominance. I'm not sure how much will come of this right now. The plot line is interesting but a little weak and will move really fast, much faster than Warped. I think that if nothing else it's just satisfying my hormonal female self for the moment. If that's all it does *shrugs* whatever.
I'm just "nanoing" it right now so we'll see how far I can take it before I hit a dead end. So it's kind of self satisfying right now but I'm not ashamed to admit that because it's an original story.
After I wrote for several hours I dug out my House season one DVDs and just started watching. I love that show! I now remember how and why I fell in love with it. I'd forgotten a lot of the funny too.
"You're interested in this woman with a bump in her leg. That's like Picasso deciding to white wash a fence."
House: "There's just one pitcher left on our team and he throws like a girl."
Cameron: "I hate sports metaphors."
House: (yelling after her) "Make it hard and long!"
Oh and the clinic! I just LOVE the clinic! Anyway, it made me happy. :D
I figure I need to keep my brain busy and focus on things that do make me happy for right now because I've been feeling unusually depressed as of late and it just comes crashing down when I'm by myself and can't immediately think of something to occupy my thoughts and time. It may just be the tiredness and the toll these long hours are having on me and I'm just cracking under the fatigue. But whatever it is, I can't not have something to do.
And something else to add to the depression - Date dud e-mailed me and asked me out again. *headdesk* I'm not feeling very sympathetic at the moment so right now I feel that I have every right to reject him via e-mail as well. Would that be too insensitive of me?