Metrics, redux
So, one week of vacation was completely undone by roughly 10:30 AM today, when I became so completely pissed off with a colleague in a different department that I stalked away from my desk, went downstairs, left the building, and stood in the sudden tropical downpour for the three minutes that it was pouring. It was an attempt to cool off, okay?
I did drip on the way back in, though. When my supervisor asked what was going on, I told him, "When someone sends you a request that is so fucking unclear, you have to ask for a clarification, and they respond with a snarky, no, this is what I want, are you some sort of idiot, which is even less clear than the original request and completely ignore the two questions I asked which would've settled the whole thing, then they're getting whatever the fucking hell I feel like giving them. If they complain, just once, I dare them to, you tell them to come talk to me, yeah?"
My supervisor's response?
"O... Okay?"
It helps that when I forwarded the email I received to him, he had to agree that, yeah, it's their own fault if they're getting whatever I wanted to give them. He asked, "How generous are you feeling?"
I said, "NOT VERY MUCH AT ALL."
Anyway, today's wordcount on part 10 of the Loaded March series -- yes, you read that right, I'm writing LM again -- amounts to somewhere in the ballpark of 2,500 words, plus or minus (okay, more plus than minus) a couple hundred, but I lost track of the words, so a nice round number is what you're getting. Let me head off any questions right now:
I suspect my sort-of-total word count is somewhere around the just-over-20K mark (this was before there were New Words).
I have no idea how long this one will be, but there are plot points I am struggling to pull loose enough to tie together, so depending on how well I manage
Yes, the boys definitely do kiss, and that's all the spoilers I'm willing to give up right now.