slow green fans turning in the courtyard.
I am SO GLAD it's Friday, ugh. This week hasn't been that bad - successful fic post ftw! - but there are signs accumulating that work is about to get a lot more stressful. If it were just more hours, I wouldn't mind much, but my supervisor sat me down earlier this week to tell me that she is basically trying to take on the task of single-handedly changing how the entire administration operates. Which is great, because my understanding is that it's mad dysfunctional, but it also means I'm going to have to do increasingly complex graphic design things. Which are not things I know how to do, not things I am good at, and not things I was hired to do. D:
Hopefully if I can just a) be not stupid and b) keep anything from turning out super ugly, I'll be okay. But still. D:
I need to sit down this weekend and catch up on Burn Notice, because it is KILLING ME not knowing what's going on. How am I caught up on The Event and not on Burn Notice?! AUGH. Also, I need to put that treat fic on hold, for serious. I do not have time to wrangle another worldbuilding notes document, self. **shakes fist**
Also, I can't wait for my dad to move his base of operations back into the living room. The roof work is over, there is no more hammering, why is he still in my space. D:
[crossposted; original at Dreamwidth]
Hopefully if I can just a) be not stupid and b) keep anything from turning out super ugly, I'll be okay. But still. D:
I need to sit down this weekend and catch up on Burn Notice, because it is KILLING ME not knowing what's going on. How am I caught up on The Event and not on Burn Notice?! AUGH. Also, I need to put that treat fic on hold, for serious. I do not have time to wrangle another worldbuilding notes document, self. **shakes fist**
Also, I can't wait for my dad to move his base of operations back into the living room. The roof work is over, there is no more hammering, why is he still in my space. D:
[crossposted; original at Dreamwidth]