Life, static
I just re read some of my old posts and am saddened to see that life, in many ways, has not changed for me at all. But enough of my doldrum ways!
One way it has changed is I've started to read some new stuff. I've been sculling down some ST slash of late and yay for Quinto and Pine for being so fine <3 Oh so funny, the other day I read a fic and I often like to read the reviews (or at least, look at the reviewers' cool icons) and one commenter had written 'I less then three this fic!' What makes this funny is that the fic author had no idea what less then three meant and thought it was a flame :D there was commenting about being bitchy and then there was smoke, everywhere. Lost in translation much.
In general life/living: I left that new job I was talking about in my lastest posts, the ASC was a massive bitch (want to write harsher words but don't want to offend christian readers) but really, she was an F'n C. That's the problem with disability client service, politics and management. I was so glad to leave in the end it was a no brainer, but I angsted there in the middle for a while... oh, well. So I went back to my old job and was barely there for a few months before I was attacked by one of the clients. I was put on work cover while I recovered but in the end I decided not to go back, I didn't want to deal with the stress of it all, and then I quit. So, I rang my mum to tell her I'd quit and she asked me if I could take on her client since she was working more and more in her quilt shop, and that was that. I've known this client forever and I have one client now, instead of 5, and get paid near the same while being able to work from home. I do miss the social aspect of working, but I spose it has made me realise that most of my friends are a bit love-the-one-your-with style, so once I wasn't there anymore we had little in common. Sad, but that's just the way it is.
I drown my sorrows in fanfic and in writing maudlin, depressive posts on LJ and get on with life in the meantime. Mum has a quilting fair next week I'm helping with, went to St Kilda on the weekend with the sisters and their kids (have to do that again, awesome!) Oh, Temara is pregnant, my last sister not to have a baby. making me angst about my infertility, but, anyway, whatever...
Another thing the same, xmas is coming up and no one is talking about xmas day plans. not caring this year cause Idk, I'm just not in the mood, so we'll see what happens without me or mum to push things along. It will be an interesting social experiment.
One way it has changed is I've started to read some new stuff. I've been sculling down some ST slash of late and yay for Quinto and Pine for being so fine <3 Oh so funny, the other day I read a fic and I often like to read the reviews (or at least, look at the reviewers' cool icons) and one commenter had written 'I less then three this fic!' What makes this funny is that the fic author had no idea what less then three meant and thought it was a flame :D there was commenting about being bitchy and then there was smoke, everywhere. Lost in translation much.
In general life/living: I left that new job I was talking about in my lastest posts, the ASC was a massive bitch (want to write harsher words but don't want to offend christian readers) but really, she was an F'n C. That's the problem with disability client service, politics and management. I was so glad to leave in the end it was a no brainer, but I angsted there in the middle for a while... oh, well. So I went back to my old job and was barely there for a few months before I was attacked by one of the clients. I was put on work cover while I recovered but in the end I decided not to go back, I didn't want to deal with the stress of it all, and then I quit. So, I rang my mum to tell her I'd quit and she asked me if I could take on her client since she was working more and more in her quilt shop, and that was that. I've known this client forever and I have one client now, instead of 5, and get paid near the same while being able to work from home. I do miss the social aspect of working, but I spose it has made me realise that most of my friends are a bit love-the-one-your-with style, so once I wasn't there anymore we had little in common. Sad, but that's just the way it is.
I drown my sorrows in fanfic and in writing maudlin, depressive posts on LJ and get on with life in the meantime. Mum has a quilting fair next week I'm helping with, went to St Kilda on the weekend with the sisters and their kids (have to do that again, awesome!) Oh, Temara is pregnant, my last sister not to have a baby. making me angst about my infertility, but, anyway, whatever...
Another thing the same, xmas is coming up and no one is talking about xmas day plans. not caring this year cause Idk, I'm just not in the mood, so we'll see what happens without me or mum to push things along. It will be an interesting social experiment.