the update
One week in and it's going okay. The people are pretty friendly, although I am still the one making most of the overtures, some of them are overturing back.
There were Early Morning Exchanges today (when you're the first in the office, you tend to say 'hi' to people and interesting conversations result) with co-workers, and my offering in response to 'there are plenty of songs about Fridays' was that "Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays" was inspired by a female school shooter back in the 70s.
So.
Anyway, I've been in at 7:30am pretty much every day this week, so this afternoon, I plan to be out the door at 3:30pm. I might even get home before dark. *shock*
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B1 finished her study course!
She's been doing this study for 4 years. It was supposed to finish 2 years ago, but she kept on struggling - emotionally, psychologically, physically. But she was GOING TO FINISH IT.
When she didn't finish it by the initial deadline, she asked for an extension. And then another extension. And then another. And then another.
At some point, the guy marking her stuff sent it back telling her that she needed to do more on the unit and resubmit it. He probably expected her to throw something together and hand it in a week later. Instead, she fell into a funk and didn't do any study for TWO MONTHS. This is the way B1 operates: when she experiences criticism, she doesn't get angry and want to show the fuckers, she goes into a negative spiral of 'oh noes i am dreadful and awful and everything i do turns to lead' self-doubt.
Anyway, she eked out the modules she needed to do, one by one. And finally - FINALLY - she handed in her last module last week. She was planning to get the resubmission done before the end of the month...but almost the day after she'd handed in the module, she got an email from the marker: CONGRATULATIONS ON FINISHING THE COURSE, YOUR QUALIFICATIONS WILL BE SENT OUT NEXT WEEK.
B1's response is: "But he can't have even read it yet! And I haven't even sent back the resubmission! And they closed the submission site, so I can't even fix anything..."
Frankly, if the guy can't work out that B1 probably knows her stuff given the detail with which she hands things in, then he'd be an idiot, and he's doubtless not.
But our family thinks this (the closing of the submission site) is freaking hilarious. This guy has been waiting for B1 to complete this qualification for two years and the instant he could rubber stamp her, he did! Given the patient thoroughness with which B1 does things, he probably figured he was looking at another six months and thought: "oh, john ringo, no" and moved to certify her ASAP.
The end result is that B1 is properly certified for her work with our stepdad, and can now turn her hand to cleaning up all the papers and stuff in the dining room, and working a couple of days a week...
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Fannishly: an AtlA live-action done by the original creators, with non-white actors in the major roles!
EXCITEMENT!
I mean, it's a Netflix series and I will doubtless have the same issues with watching it the way I have with, well, everything. I just can't focus enough to watch TV anymore: it doesn't satisfy me.
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It's amazing how many writers, when coming into a group meeting, won't actually address anyone else in the group or even ask names. Like, wow, not even a basic courtesy of hi...
I know, we're writers, we're introverts and social misfits, but even a shy, "uh, hello," is generally considered polite.
(We had a local Camp NaNo group meeting last night. I was there first, but the woman who turned up at the Starbucks after didn't even ask to see if there was anyone else from the group there. I mean, I may not be the lily-white-skinned writer that she expected to see, and the Starbucks is full of Asian students studying, but I'd posted that I was there, and not a word did she say to me directly in person or online all night. Luckily, she was at one end of the table and I was on the other, so interaction was not socially expected for the duration of the evening.)
I just...damn well say hi when you join a group. Make eye contact for a split second, give a nod. Address me online if talking to strangers/people inclined to be friendly/Asians is too terrifying for you. Something. You are a grown woman who apparently holds down a job since you turned up in professional business clothing. All you had to do was address me like I was an actual person.
--
Uhoh. Building alarm being investigated. And suddenly a lot of people are 'going for coffee'...
There were Early Morning Exchanges today (when you're the first in the office, you tend to say 'hi' to people and interesting conversations result) with co-workers, and my offering in response to 'there are plenty of songs about Fridays' was that "Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays" was inspired by a female school shooter back in the 70s.
So.
Anyway, I've been in at 7:30am pretty much every day this week, so this afternoon, I plan to be out the door at 3:30pm. I might even get home before dark. *shock*
--
B1 finished her study course!
She's been doing this study for 4 years. It was supposed to finish 2 years ago, but she kept on struggling - emotionally, psychologically, physically. But she was GOING TO FINISH IT.
When she didn't finish it by the initial deadline, she asked for an extension. And then another extension. And then another. And then another.
At some point, the guy marking her stuff sent it back telling her that she needed to do more on the unit and resubmit it. He probably expected her to throw something together and hand it in a week later. Instead, she fell into a funk and didn't do any study for TWO MONTHS. This is the way B1 operates: when she experiences criticism, she doesn't get angry and want to show the fuckers, she goes into a negative spiral of 'oh noes i am dreadful and awful and everything i do turns to lead' self-doubt.
Anyway, she eked out the modules she needed to do, one by one. And finally - FINALLY - she handed in her last module last week. She was planning to get the resubmission done before the end of the month...but almost the day after she'd handed in the module, she got an email from the marker: CONGRATULATIONS ON FINISHING THE COURSE, YOUR QUALIFICATIONS WILL BE SENT OUT NEXT WEEK.
B1's response is: "But he can't have even read it yet! And I haven't even sent back the resubmission! And they closed the submission site, so I can't even fix anything..."
Frankly, if the guy can't work out that B1 probably knows her stuff given the detail with which she hands things in, then he'd be an idiot, and he's doubtless not.
But our family thinks this (the closing of the submission site) is freaking hilarious. This guy has been waiting for B1 to complete this qualification for two years and the instant he could rubber stamp her, he did! Given the patient thoroughness with which B1 does things, he probably figured he was looking at another six months and thought: "oh, john ringo, no" and moved to certify her ASAP.
The end result is that B1 is properly certified for her work with our stepdad, and can now turn her hand to cleaning up all the papers and stuff in the dining room, and working a couple of days a week...
--
Fannishly: an AtlA live-action done by the original creators, with non-white actors in the major roles!
EXCITEMENT!
I mean, it's a Netflix series and I will doubtless have the same issues with watching it the way I have with, well, everything. I just can't focus enough to watch TV anymore: it doesn't satisfy me.
--
It's amazing how many writers, when coming into a group meeting, won't actually address anyone else in the group or even ask names. Like, wow, not even a basic courtesy of hi...
I know, we're writers, we're introverts and social misfits, but even a shy, "uh, hello," is generally considered polite.
(We had a local Camp NaNo group meeting last night. I was there first, but the woman who turned up at the Starbucks after didn't even ask to see if there was anyone else from the group there. I mean, I may not be the lily-white-skinned writer that she expected to see, and the Starbucks is full of Asian students studying, but I'd posted that I was there, and not a word did she say to me directly in person or online all night. Luckily, she was at one end of the table and I was on the other, so interaction was not socially expected for the duration of the evening.)
I just...damn well say hi when you join a group. Make eye contact for a split second, give a nod. Address me online if talking to strangers/people inclined to be friendly/Asians is too terrifying for you. Something. You are a grown woman who apparently holds down a job since you turned up in professional business clothing. All you had to do was address me like I was an actual person.
--
Uhoh. Building alarm being investigated. And suddenly a lot of people are 'going for coffee'...