oh whistle while you work....or sneeze, whatever
I am at work. I should be doing work since I am at work but am I...nope. I am running a fever, sneezing right and left, sore throat, earache, tired, runny nose and therefore I feel like doing nothing. So that is what I am doing...nothing.
NC1 is out of the office today and tomorrow. She left me with a list of things to do...which I finished over half of in the first 3 hours of work and so I decided to leave the rest for tomorrow. I have to pace myself on the list anyway. Because if I knocked it all out today...what the hell would I do tomorrow? Probably what I am doing right now. Absolutley nothing. Everytime someone walks into my office I quickly pull up a work type screen to make it look like I am being semi productive. But that hasnt happened much today. I have the office to myself and no one seems to have any pressing issues for me to (unsuccessfully) deal with. I swear...people think that since I have been in this office I should be able to answer questions on obscure ass topics. No, I am dreadfully sorry Chief but I do not know the latest CREO nor do I know where to find it. Sorry AWF1 I can't tell you how many SELRES made First. Uh...you want me to go where and get what from whom??????
It is now 3:05. In approx. one hour and ten minutes I can go ask if I can leave. So basically I have one hour and ten minutes to make it look like I am a good little sailor that doesnt want to throw up on the Skipper's shoes when he comes in. I actually put makeup on this morning to make myself look less like death. It didn't really work though, I just look like death with pretty eyelids now.
In exactly one week from this very moment I will be watching the clock like a hawk. Once I get let out next Monday it is back to my house to finish packing then hopping on a plane Tuesday morning to go HOME. I really can't wait. And there had better be some white fluffy stuff all over the ground when I get there. I am so sick of the color green I could scream. Texas doesn't even have a real fall. The leaves go from green to a darker green or some shade of poop brown and then fall off the trees. I have seen a couple that are trying to be yellow or reddish but they look litke they missed the mark and hit a dingy variation of brown instead. Whatever.
Life in general is okay. I am still having issues with medical so I still don't have an upchit so I still can't fly but whatever. Honestly, now that I am no longer in NATOPS I am quite content with my office job. I would sign a non-vol to fly right now if it meant that I could just stay in this office for the rest of my term...or get transfered to Oklahoma so I can be with my boything.
I still love where I am living. My housemates rock my socks off. Stacey and Chase moved out and a new girl named Kimberlee moved in. She is pretty nice. Megan and Brandon are still the Texas version of me and Adam which is pretty cool. Speaking of Adam, he will be here Friday. He moved into an apartment in OK this past weekend which is why I didn't see him but thats ok. Going down there and staying with him in his own place will be a definite bonus. The barracks suck.
The writing front is difficult lately. Curtis' Harry Potter Christmas present is kicking my ass and I haven't written any new stuff for The End of a Rainbow in months. I've lost my mojo. my writer's mojo has left the building. I think I am gonna knock out the Harry Potter deal and then try to get a little more done on The End of a Rainbow. If I still don't have my mojo back by then I am thinking about a new story line I may try to develop. I can't abandon The End of a Rainbow though. For one, this idea has been in my head since junior year of high school. The plot line has changed a bit, I like it better now, but the general idea is still there. And for two, if I abandon it and never finish it. I think Tiny Toon will kill me a little. She has been reading my shitty ass attempts from the very beginning. If I don't get a once upon a time all the way to and they lived happily ever after in her hands sometime soon... I will die a horrible painful death.
And a little elaboration on my previous entry...my big dog, Rowdie, died last week. He had really bad hips and he figured it was his time to go because he stopped eating for 5 days. My mom was with him in the garage when he died. He was covered up with a blanket and Mom sat beside him so he was okay when he went. He wasn't in much pain, he was warm and he wasn't alone. He was such a good dog. He was my big ol buddy boy.
Thats all for now...yay...now it is 3:20...only 55 minutes left until I can try to go home....what to do for 55 minutes though...this may prove to be a difficult task....
NC1 is out of the office today and tomorrow. She left me with a list of things to do...which I finished over half of in the first 3 hours of work and so I decided to leave the rest for tomorrow. I have to pace myself on the list anyway. Because if I knocked it all out today...what the hell would I do tomorrow? Probably what I am doing right now. Absolutley nothing. Everytime someone walks into my office I quickly pull up a work type screen to make it look like I am being semi productive. But that hasnt happened much today. I have the office to myself and no one seems to have any pressing issues for me to (unsuccessfully) deal with. I swear...people think that since I have been in this office I should be able to answer questions on obscure ass topics. No, I am dreadfully sorry Chief but I do not know the latest CREO nor do I know where to find it. Sorry AWF1 I can't tell you how many SELRES made First. Uh...you want me to go where and get what from whom??????
It is now 3:05. In approx. one hour and ten minutes I can go ask if I can leave. So basically I have one hour and ten minutes to make it look like I am a good little sailor that doesnt want to throw up on the Skipper's shoes when he comes in. I actually put makeup on this morning to make myself look less like death. It didn't really work though, I just look like death with pretty eyelids now.
In exactly one week from this very moment I will be watching the clock like a hawk. Once I get let out next Monday it is back to my house to finish packing then hopping on a plane Tuesday morning to go HOME. I really can't wait. And there had better be some white fluffy stuff all over the ground when I get there. I am so sick of the color green I could scream. Texas doesn't even have a real fall. The leaves go from green to a darker green or some shade of poop brown and then fall off the trees. I have seen a couple that are trying to be yellow or reddish but they look litke they missed the mark and hit a dingy variation of brown instead. Whatever.
Life in general is okay. I am still having issues with medical so I still don't have an upchit so I still can't fly but whatever. Honestly, now that I am no longer in NATOPS I am quite content with my office job. I would sign a non-vol to fly right now if it meant that I could just stay in this office for the rest of my term...or get transfered to Oklahoma so I can be with my boything.
I still love where I am living. My housemates rock my socks off. Stacey and Chase moved out and a new girl named Kimberlee moved in. She is pretty nice. Megan and Brandon are still the Texas version of me and Adam which is pretty cool. Speaking of Adam, he will be here Friday. He moved into an apartment in OK this past weekend which is why I didn't see him but thats ok. Going down there and staying with him in his own place will be a definite bonus. The barracks suck.
The writing front is difficult lately. Curtis' Harry Potter Christmas present is kicking my ass and I haven't written any new stuff for The End of a Rainbow in months. I've lost my mojo. my writer's mojo has left the building. I think I am gonna knock out the Harry Potter deal and then try to get a little more done on The End of a Rainbow. If I still don't have my mojo back by then I am thinking about a new story line I may try to develop. I can't abandon The End of a Rainbow though. For one, this idea has been in my head since junior year of high school. The plot line has changed a bit, I like it better now, but the general idea is still there. And for two, if I abandon it and never finish it. I think Tiny Toon will kill me a little. She has been reading my shitty ass attempts from the very beginning. If I don't get a once upon a time all the way to and they lived happily ever after in her hands sometime soon... I will die a horrible painful death.
And a little elaboration on my previous entry...my big dog, Rowdie, died last week. He had really bad hips and he figured it was his time to go because he stopped eating for 5 days. My mom was with him in the garage when he died. He was covered up with a blanket and Mom sat beside him so he was okay when he went. He wasn't in much pain, he was warm and he wasn't alone. He was such a good dog. He was my big ol buddy boy.
Thats all for now...yay...now it is 3:20...only 55 minutes left until I can try to go home....what to do for 55 minutes though...this may prove to be a difficult task....