Arrrgg...yle
So work continues to ruin my life. Much like insurance companies, student loans, reality, and gravity, but you know what I mean. Today during a large and drawn out process of correcting thirty or more fecking cars that weren't really bad ordered and a lot of other nonsense, Chelsey, one of my esteemed account managers, comes by to announce that she's changing jobs after next week and moving to the marketing department, and would I mind taking over her incomplete patterns? What am I going to say, no? It's really not that bad, I was just frustrated at that hour and it made me really behind to stop in the middle of my second bloody pattern of the day, train on something that I'm not all that sure about, and then go back into it. Updates are such a pain in the ass, but I got them done before lunch like the uber contractor that I am. And I'm not too put off by these new patterns, I just need more practice with them. The company that uses them is kind of anal about stuff. And I guess I should've known that if Monday was pretty darn decent that the rest of the week was going to throw me curveballs. Blargh. So there's that to do tomorrow. Oh, and she mentioned that they might move some of my smaller fleets off me, but I only have two small fleets, and one of them goes to back to its original owner on Monday, leaving only the ten minute fleet, but I was thinking that if they got rid of that, then I'd be left with Formosa and Freeport, and I could be the F-ing Fleet Girl.
I need that on a t-shirt.
Uh, let's see, solved the mystery of my insurance from last week's timecard. All is well there. Worked a little on the novel last night. I might work more on it tonight, I don't know. The page count slowly riseth, but I'm kind of feeling like just reviewing last night's progress and then watching Bill Bailey standup on youtube for the rest of the night. And for some reason, my friend Jason's story about his boss's inability to use argyle correctly has been providing me with a lot more amusement than I think is proper. Seriously! It's a pattern, or a coast somewhere in the UK, how can you possibly misconstrue the meaning of it?! It makes my Scottish English major brain want to get all Robert Burns on his ass. Even though I'm actually better with Jonathan Swift.
Whatever.
Oh! And the grey Focus is back, safe, sound, reformed from its brush with the Dodge Street median. I think I better go ahead and name the cars before they get into bigger trouble. Naming things seems to keep them safe. It worked for Martin the tree. I think we'll have the Grey Ghost for one, the Silver Spirit for the other, and the van can just be That Really Old Thing In the Garage. No, I can't give the cars human names. It works for some people, but that would require gender placement, and the Focus just seems so...asexual. Besides, I prefer titles to names when it comes to cars. If it were the DB9 I desire, then we'll discuss the possibility.
If I think of anything else, I'll let you guys know.
I need that on a t-shirt.
Uh, let's see, solved the mystery of my insurance from last week's timecard. All is well there. Worked a little on the novel last night. I might work more on it tonight, I don't know. The page count slowly riseth, but I'm kind of feeling like just reviewing last night's progress and then watching Bill Bailey standup on youtube for the rest of the night. And for some reason, my friend Jason's story about his boss's inability to use argyle correctly has been providing me with a lot more amusement than I think is proper. Seriously! It's a pattern, or a coast somewhere in the UK, how can you possibly misconstrue the meaning of it?! It makes my Scottish English major brain want to get all Robert Burns on his ass. Even though I'm actually better with Jonathan Swift.
Whatever.
Oh! And the grey Focus is back, safe, sound, reformed from its brush with the Dodge Street median. I think I better go ahead and name the cars before they get into bigger trouble. Naming things seems to keep them safe. It worked for Martin the tree. I think we'll have the Grey Ghost for one, the Silver Spirit for the other, and the van can just be That Really Old Thing In the Garage. No, I can't give the cars human names. It works for some people, but that would require gender placement, and the Focus just seems so...asexual. Besides, I prefer titles to names when it comes to cars. If it were the DB9 I desire, then we'll discuss the possibility.
If I think of anything else, I'll let you guys know.