Hermit mode; cause unknown
Howdy. I realized sometime yesterday that I couldn't remember the last time I posted. More than a week ago, it seems. I'm here, I've just been feeling reclusive lately and have had ridiculously little to say about anything. In one of those not-quite-funks where I don't feel social or creative, which makes fannishness less compelling.
I went to my friend Christina's birthday party Saturday night and had a good time. Drank just enough too much to have been hung over yesterday, but not actually sick from it. Just tired and lethargic and nappy. Cabbed it back to Sarah W's afterwards and stayed there, which was an excellent choice. It was an interesting evening on several levels.
One was having Sarah W talk to me about how she would love to have me come work at a (currently non-existant) position in her group. It would be a grade-level promotion (I'm at the middle of three grades for my position, and this would take me to the highest one, and presumably bring in a bit more money), and she understands about my school and career goals meaning that I'm only planning to be with EvilCorps for thee more years, max. So, there's that to follow up on. Could be good, but would certainly mean that I would have to spend every minute that I'm at work actually working, and possibly many minutes when I'm not at work. On the other hand, it would, in theory, be nice to be challenged and engaged my my job again. Changing groups isn't a guarantee that I'll be motivated and engaged, but it at least opens the possibility.
Then there was the social level of the evening, which was that I ran into a guy who used to work in our group and who left a couple of years ago. He is a total fanboy geek, really smart, and newly broken up with the (silly, silly) girlfriend he'd started dating when I first discovered his fanboy adorkableness. And I sort of went for it. Very forwardly told him that while I was sorry for his break-up pain, I was pleased to hear he was single again and did he want to get coffee or something. And offered to lend him my Doctor Who DVDs, as he's been meaning to catch up on the new series. So we spent most of the evening talking and flirting, which was nice. I was definitely more forward than I would have been sober, but didn't do or say anything horrific and kept my hands and lips to myself. Just need to remember to dial it back considerably if/when I see him again. He is in relationship mourning, after all, and continuing to throw myself aggressively at his head would be ill advised.
On the embarrassing level, the women who sit in the cubes adjacent to mine admitted that they can, in fact, hear me humming along with my music all day long. They claim to find it cute rather than annoying, but pointed out that last week it got considerably louder than usual. I was doing a cut-and-paste all week and apparently disappeared further into my head than usual. Now I'm sitting here making a conscious effort to curb the humming impulse.
And in fannish news (hah, "news," that's a good one) I wrote a whopping 618 words last week. And I miss our show and am becoming rather depressed about the writers' strike and what effect it will have on us all. Still totally in support of the writers and think the studios are greedy assaholics. Just sad that we may not get more than 12 episodes this year. And then there's this latest LJ flap with the Russians, and who am I kidding, I don't want to move anywhere else, so I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing where I'm doing it until everyone I know and love goes elsewhere.
I went to my friend Christina's birthday party Saturday night and had a good time. Drank just enough too much to have been hung over yesterday, but not actually sick from it. Just tired and lethargic and nappy. Cabbed it back to Sarah W's afterwards and stayed there, which was an excellent choice. It was an interesting evening on several levels.
One was having Sarah W talk to me about how she would love to have me come work at a (currently non-existant) position in her group. It would be a grade-level promotion (I'm at the middle of three grades for my position, and this would take me to the highest one, and presumably bring in a bit more money), and she understands about my school and career goals meaning that I'm only planning to be with EvilCorps for thee more years, max. So, there's that to follow up on. Could be good, but would certainly mean that I would have to spend every minute that I'm at work actually working, and possibly many minutes when I'm not at work. On the other hand, it would, in theory, be nice to be challenged and engaged my my job again. Changing groups isn't a guarantee that I'll be motivated and engaged, but it at least opens the possibility.
Then there was the social level of the evening, which was that I ran into a guy who used to work in our group and who left a couple of years ago. He is a total fanboy geek, really smart, and newly broken up with the (silly, silly) girlfriend he'd started dating when I first discovered his fanboy adorkableness. And I sort of went for it. Very forwardly told him that while I was sorry for his break-up pain, I was pleased to hear he was single again and did he want to get coffee or something. And offered to lend him my Doctor Who DVDs, as he's been meaning to catch up on the new series. So we spent most of the evening talking and flirting, which was nice. I was definitely more forward than I would have been sober, but didn't do or say anything horrific and kept my hands and lips to myself. Just need to remember to dial it back considerably if/when I see him again. He is in relationship mourning, after all, and continuing to throw myself aggressively at his head would be ill advised.
On the embarrassing level, the women who sit in the cubes adjacent to mine admitted that they can, in fact, hear me humming along with my music all day long. They claim to find it cute rather than annoying, but pointed out that last week it got considerably louder than usual. I was doing a cut-and-paste all week and apparently disappeared further into my head than usual. Now I'm sitting here making a conscious effort to curb the humming impulse.
And in fannish news (hah, "news," that's a good one) I wrote a whopping 618 words last week. And I miss our show and am becoming rather depressed about the writers' strike and what effect it will have on us all. Still totally in support of the writers and think the studios are greedy assaholics. Just sad that we may not get more than 12 episodes this year. And then there's this latest LJ flap with the Russians, and who am I kidding, I don't want to move anywhere else, so I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing where I'm doing it until everyone I know and love goes elsewhere.