Writing, Rants, and Other Things
Nothing ficcy or arty here, just a little ranting. First off, I've got to rant about this person. And I'm not gonna use a name, and I have to do it here and not on my facebook because too many people would know. And I feel bad. Yes, I do. I'll get to that in a minute. But, before we get to my full-on rant, I just have to talk a little bit about my writing and the speed-bumps I've hit. I put each rant under cuts, just in case you wanted to scroll past one or two.
I mentioned this on an earlier post, like with a fic or something, but my laptop died. It just freakin' died. I think the motherboard went out. Which, for the years I've had this thing, I definitely got more than my money's worth out of it. The freak-out? I had signed up for a bunch of challenges and guess where all the entrants were? Yup, on my harddrive. Okay, well, fine, I had to drop a couple of challenges, but I got an adapter that basically turned my harddrive into an external for the computer I'm on now (borrowed). But guess what? Guess, freakin' what? The data--through some error--randomly transformed into RAW data. Unreadable without being formatted. Guess what formatting does? It deletes everything. EVERYTHING. Which is pretty much what is on that drive. Everything. But I can save it. I can download a freeware that will salvage most (most is really what I need, honestly, apparenlty God's way of telling me to clean my damn computer) of my data. But the computer I'm on has, like, no space. For real. It's got a 65 GB harddrive... mine was 134. Yeah... and only 22 of mine was free at the TOD. But that's money spent that I didn't want to spend but now I feel like I have to spend. Argh.
So that's that. Onward, I press. I ended up entering a couple of other things here on LJ, and the OneNote notebooks I use most often are actually on this computer now, so I shouldn't complain. Oh, and my Zombi-fic-cation story is gonna be beta'd at the last minute, since, guess what? That's right, it's on the drive. Thank God, I know my beta IRL. Anyhow, other challenges, I'm still chuggin' away on my bingos, both Hc-bingo and SPNPairingbingo. Oh, and twisted-slinky and I are thinking of opening up a Big Bang--probably in the new year, or at least in Dec.--if we can decide what we want it to be about. I'm open to any thoughts on that. Other than that, I'm prepping for SPN-BigPretzel's Reverse Halloween Micro Bang--got my claim--and the multi-fan-gift challenge.
And then there's the next big thing. My 2014 NaNoWriMo novel!
Totally excited by this! I've got my cover done (I'll post it here later, as I'm a little pressed for time in doing this post, work awaits). I've still got to fill in my playlist and a few more chapters of outline, at least. I spent some time last night handwriting out some flashback-type chapters that I need to appear in this story. Also, is anyone out there in LJ-land doing NaNo? My name is PatriciaLouise on that site. Let's buddy up and cheer each other on!
Okay, as for the work rant. Twisted-slinky knows who I'm talking about, and if anyone else I work with happens to stumble upon this post... I'm probably not talking about you. But, there's this girl. And she annoys the piss out of me. I mean, really. I feel like I want to scream at her half the time. I think, honestly, she reminds me of someone else I know (someone I don't ever want to work with) and that's part of the problem. I just feel like she can't get with the program. And if I have to hear about her freakin' husband-to-be one more fuckin' time... I'm gonna snap. Folks, I don't work with her today. And I'm actually thanking God for that right now. I can't stand her. And she comes off all sweet and nice, and that's what makes me feel bad. But I think she's... huh, honestly, now that I think about it, there's a couple of questions I've got to ask her... and then I think I might have her figured out. I'll report back to let you guys know my hypothesis when I get the answers. She doesn't sound all that bad right here, I realize that, but... okay, I work retail. And I'm her manager. And she just hasn't grasped on to what's more important in the to-do list of working where I work. I would't be so harshly thinking of her, except the things she hasn't figure out are pretty damn obvious. Customer comes first? Yeah. Breaks don't always happen right when you think they need to? Yeah. She actually sent a customer who had been waiting in her line over to mine because I told her to turn out her light. She always wants to go right when she wants to, and if she doesn't, then she sighs and says, "I'm not feeling good." Or "My blood sugar is dropping." Okay, folks, let me tell you why that latter phrase has no effect on me. My mother, may she rest in piece, was a freakin' diabetic. Insulin and everything. I know what it looks like when sugar bottoms out. You getting a bit hungry? Doesn't flippin' count!
So, in summary. Challengs are still a'comin'. Buddy me over at NaNoWriMo.org (or ask me here for more info if you don't know what this is), and I freakin' hate this girl.
