Oh thank G-D!
Oh internet, I've missed you!!!!!!!!!
Not that I'm addicted to the computer or anything (who am I kidding, of course I am) but I started temping for a corporation that's basically an umbrella for 4 different magazines, and I have been bored to death! The phone barely rings, and when it does it's just to say who they want to be transferred to, the door bell buzzes once or twice and that's the end of my responsibilities. Oh yeah, they had about 50 things to be bound ... I did that yesterday morning.
They were supposed to get me internet access before the person I'm replacing (fabulous gay fellow who showed me the ropes on Friday) left but they JUST got it to me now. Security measures and all that red tape. I thought I was going to fall asleep though. I finished a book, and worked on my short story.
Speaking of which, I'm completely re-writing this story I've been working on since H.S. The wording in the first version is very detailed, flowery, big words, and the descriptions of the smallest things takes PAGES. So I'm simplifying it into something geared towards a younger audience. Since I find that most people don't read for fun anymore, I'm sort of left with a "why bother" mentality. I think I'll ultimately write out both versions and then some how combine them. I really like the flowery version better but the other one is more succinct and helped me to work out some obvious plot holes and make the language more fluid since my writing style has changed in the 6 years since I finished H.S.
Now I feel old. Crap.
Everyone here treats me like I'm really young... or just inexperienced. I guess the word "temp" comes with a shadow of that though. I've done all this stuff before, and it's funny to watch them jump to help me. Hehehe.
I've been in a severe funk lately. Like, I hate everybody funk. I find myself clinging to other people for self-validation and that just isn't my style. I blame the medication. I never really gave two shits before. Although I have always depended on my significant someone to boost my self-worth.
What a crock. I need to figure out how to stop that. Although I figure I would have if I knew how by now.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Entertain me.
Not that I'm addicted to the computer or anything (who am I kidding, of course I am) but I started temping for a corporation that's basically an umbrella for 4 different magazines, and I have been bored to death! The phone barely rings, and when it does it's just to say who they want to be transferred to, the door bell buzzes once or twice and that's the end of my responsibilities. Oh yeah, they had about 50 things to be bound ... I did that yesterday morning.
They were supposed to get me internet access before the person I'm replacing (fabulous gay fellow who showed me the ropes on Friday) left but they JUST got it to me now. Security measures and all that red tape. I thought I was going to fall asleep though. I finished a book, and worked on my short story.
Speaking of which, I'm completely re-writing this story I've been working on since H.S. The wording in the first version is very detailed, flowery, big words, and the descriptions of the smallest things takes PAGES. So I'm simplifying it into something geared towards a younger audience. Since I find that most people don't read for fun anymore, I'm sort of left with a "why bother" mentality. I think I'll ultimately write out both versions and then some how combine them. I really like the flowery version better but the other one is more succinct and helped me to work out some obvious plot holes and make the language more fluid since my writing style has changed in the 6 years since I finished H.S.
Now I feel old. Crap.
Everyone here treats me like I'm really young... or just inexperienced. I guess the word "temp" comes with a shadow of that though. I've done all this stuff before, and it's funny to watch them jump to help me. Hehehe.
I've been in a severe funk lately. Like, I hate everybody funk. I find myself clinging to other people for self-validation and that just isn't my style. I blame the medication. I never really gave two shits before. Although I have always depended on my significant someone to boost my self-worth.
What a crock. I need to figure out how to stop that. Although I figure I would have if I knew how by now.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Entertain me.