The angry birds make me angry.
Apparently I haven't updated with anything of substance in over a month.
First off, thanks to mutinous, dine, bertee, shinyslasher and teapostal for the holiday cards and/or postcards you sent me! Am I forgetting someone?!
I've been offline for a couple of reasons. One, there's been a lot going on at work. Two, the changes LJ made to the comment pages are giving me migraines and I'm still trying to find a new custom comment page that works for me. Three, been spending a lot of time with the family due to the holidays. Four, general end of year blahs.
Work has been crazy busy and yet extremely boring at the same time. There's a lot going on what with several new clients coming on board, but at the same time, I feel like I know everything there is to know about this position in the company now and I'm looking for something else to do. I'm not allowed to switch departments until February, but I'm already starting to look and see what's out there. The good thing about this department is that my boss ADORES me, lets me run the show, and doesn't seem to give a shit if I show up to work at 8am or 11am or not at all as long as I get everything done on time. In fact, he adores me so much that he got me a $100 gift card to my fav restaurant for xmas. I was floored. Work is also crazy because we're in the middle of a move. When I go back into the office on Wednesday, I'll be in a new cube on the other side of the floor. Still doing this sucky cube sharing/working from home 3 days a week thing, too.
Holiday time was pretty chill. Christmas and the couple of days before were spent with my parents and all three dogs. Dad decided he hates all my clothes and sent me on a shopping spree with his credit card. I was extremely reluctant to do that because I hate shopping for clothing (I have a weird body shape. Big shoulders, big chest. Medium hips. A belly with a tiny waist that makes me look like I have a muffin top regardless of what I wear. Long legs, short torso, thick thighs, regular calves) and I don't like spending my parents' money. But he insisted. So Mom and I went to the mall where I nearly broke down in the dressing room over jeans. Mom and I also did a lot of cooking and baking, although Christmas dinner was pretty simple (standing rib roast, asparagus, mashed potatoes, biscuits, gravy, red velvet cake). My brother Tom came over for that and presents. Didn't really do anything for New Year's Eve other than the traditional dinner with my parents.
My resolution for 2012 is to not use my credit cards. Because it's a lot easier to pay them off when you don't keep adding to them, duh. And to get my house in better order. Mom is helping with that by coming over every Tuesday afternoon to help me clean and organize. We're starting with the front closet this coming Tuesday.
I have a charity fic I owe someone and then I think that's it for me and fandom. I say this now, but you know how it goes; I'll probably be hit with inspiration tomorrow. But for awhile now I've felt like it's been more of an obligation than something fun. If I'm going to write, I feel like it should be for something I'd get paid for or be able to put on a resume. Like my dissertation or my long abandoned tumblr about restaurants in Chicago or even some shitty erotica like what I've gotten published before.
First off, thanks to mutinous, dine, bertee, shinyslasher and teapostal for the holiday cards and/or postcards you sent me! Am I forgetting someone?!
I've been offline for a couple of reasons. One, there's been a lot going on at work. Two, the changes LJ made to the comment pages are giving me migraines and I'm still trying to find a new custom comment page that works for me. Three, been spending a lot of time with the family due to the holidays. Four, general end of year blahs.
Work has been crazy busy and yet extremely boring at the same time. There's a lot going on what with several new clients coming on board, but at the same time, I feel like I know everything there is to know about this position in the company now and I'm looking for something else to do. I'm not allowed to switch departments until February, but I'm already starting to look and see what's out there. The good thing about this department is that my boss ADORES me, lets me run the show, and doesn't seem to give a shit if I show up to work at 8am or 11am or not at all as long as I get everything done on time. In fact, he adores me so much that he got me a $100 gift card to my fav restaurant for xmas. I was floored. Work is also crazy because we're in the middle of a move. When I go back into the office on Wednesday, I'll be in a new cube on the other side of the floor. Still doing this sucky cube sharing/working from home 3 days a week thing, too.
Holiday time was pretty chill. Christmas and the couple of days before were spent with my parents and all three dogs. Dad decided he hates all my clothes and sent me on a shopping spree with his credit card. I was extremely reluctant to do that because I hate shopping for clothing (I have a weird body shape. Big shoulders, big chest. Medium hips. A belly with a tiny waist that makes me look like I have a muffin top regardless of what I wear. Long legs, short torso, thick thighs, regular calves) and I don't like spending my parents' money. But he insisted. So Mom and I went to the mall where I nearly broke down in the dressing room over jeans. Mom and I also did a lot of cooking and baking, although Christmas dinner was pretty simple (standing rib roast, asparagus, mashed potatoes, biscuits, gravy, red velvet cake). My brother Tom came over for that and presents. Didn't really do anything for New Year's Eve other than the traditional dinner with my parents.
My resolution for 2012 is to not use my credit cards. Because it's a lot easier to pay them off when you don't keep adding to them, duh. And to get my house in better order. Mom is helping with that by coming over every Tuesday afternoon to help me clean and organize. We're starting with the front closet this coming Tuesday.
I have a charity fic I owe someone and then I think that's it for me and fandom. I say this now, but you know how it goes; I'll probably be hit with inspiration tomorrow. But for awhile now I've felt like it's been more of an obligation than something fun. If I'm going to write, I feel like it should be for something I'd get paid for or be able to put on a resume. Like my dissertation or my long abandoned tumblr about restaurants in Chicago or even some shitty erotica like what I've gotten published before.