Passing the One Year Mark and Other Things...
So it's been around a year and I'm still alive, which is pretty darn amazing. Nightmares have been really acting up, so I haven't slept much this past week. Still have no idea when trial is.
Mum's finishing up FAFSA nonsense. She keeps asking me random questions, which is very distracting. I'll be so glad when she's done with it--she's a little loopy now.
I still hate painters. Today I went to work (this is week three of fixing idiotic mistakes, by the way) and Em and I were shifting/sorting the JP S section and we almost cut our hands. Apparently the idiots formerly known as painters (who have obviously never heard of PAINTER'S TAPE!) came back to secure the shelves to the wall. Well, in order to do so, they drilled holes in the metal shelves.
The big problem? They FORGOT to clean up the METAL SHAVINGS!
Why is this a problem? Sharp, pointy, shiny things in a library at little-kid level. I'm still getting the shavings off my clothes. Can we say hazardous?
I finally got the laptop fixed. Then it stopped working again, so I had to fix it again. Now it's just moody.
Marlene and I are working overtime to meet the yearbook deadline. My head was spinning all day Friday as I tried to make list after list of what was still needed for various pages. Some days I just want to kill my entire staff. Friday was one of those days since none of the pages due that day were finished, despite constant reminders.
Friday was also the day of the guitar pizza party. Trevor got screamed at by Mrs. Malone for trying to take the TV for Guitar Hero (but he also forgot the correct adaptors, so it was all for naught). I ended up chilling in Mrs. Malone's room for a chance at sanity. Being stuck in a room with all guys (who are all freshmen except for three) can really get old. Also I still need a new concert piece. There's no way 'Don't Know Why' will be ready in time like Mr. Priddy wants. Nope.
Fatal Target broke the 27,000 word mark last night. When you realize that I only spend perhaps two nights a week working on it, it's quite amazing how fast I'm moving through it. The new system I worked out with Mrs. Campion works sooo much better. Of course, it requires a lot more from me. We now only get as far as I get written out, instead of how far Mrs. Campion can read in 20 minutes. She prints out the new stuff, edits and comments on it during the day, and then we meet for 40 mins to go over the changes and etc twice a week. We didn't get as much as I hoped done this week because I was exhausted. Mum's pretty sure I have a serious case of anemia, but we haven't heard back about the blood work from Monday.
I'm going to try and get chapter 17 started before I collapse at my desk.
Mum's finishing up FAFSA nonsense. She keeps asking me random questions, which is very distracting. I'll be so glad when she's done with it--she's a little loopy now.
I still hate painters. Today I went to work (this is week three of fixing idiotic mistakes, by the way) and Em and I were shifting/sorting the JP S section and we almost cut our hands. Apparently the idiots formerly known as painters (who have obviously never heard of PAINTER'S TAPE!) came back to secure the shelves to the wall. Well, in order to do so, they drilled holes in the metal shelves.
The big problem? They FORGOT to clean up the METAL SHAVINGS!
Why is this a problem? Sharp, pointy, shiny things in a library at little-kid level. I'm still getting the shavings off my clothes. Can we say hazardous?
I finally got the laptop fixed. Then it stopped working again, so I had to fix it again. Now it's just moody.
Marlene and I are working overtime to meet the yearbook deadline. My head was spinning all day Friday as I tried to make list after list of what was still needed for various pages. Some days I just want to kill my entire staff. Friday was one of those days since none of the pages due that day were finished, despite constant reminders.
Friday was also the day of the guitar pizza party. Trevor got screamed at by Mrs. Malone for trying to take the TV for Guitar Hero (but he also forgot the correct adaptors, so it was all for naught). I ended up chilling in Mrs. Malone's room for a chance at sanity. Being stuck in a room with all guys (who are all freshmen except for three) can really get old. Also I still need a new concert piece. There's no way 'Don't Know Why' will be ready in time like Mr. Priddy wants. Nope.
Fatal Target broke the 27,000 word mark last night. When you realize that I only spend perhaps two nights a week working on it, it's quite amazing how fast I'm moving through it. The new system I worked out with Mrs. Campion works sooo much better. Of course, it requires a lot more from me. We now only get as far as I get written out, instead of how far Mrs. Campion can read in 20 minutes. She prints out the new stuff, edits and comments on it during the day, and then we meet for 40 mins to go over the changes and etc twice a week. We didn't get as much as I hoped done this week because I was exhausted. Mum's pretty sure I have a serious case of anemia, but we haven't heard back about the blood work from Monday.
I'm going to try and get chapter 17 started before I collapse at my desk.