Sewing the seams
Yay, I finally found my flashdrive that I lost!
I put the porn I write in there.
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I found it in the living room, next to a plate of half eaten cake.
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Moving on!
Collection of trinkets on my table at work
Work! work work work... Whenever I come from a meeting wth my (2nd? 3rd?) boss, I'm all pumped up, motivated like, 'Yeah, bring it on, I'ma be awesome and make this job my bitch. I'm gonna be so productive like nobody's business!'
That feling fades after the first hour. =3=
I still want to, but.... uggghhh. Maybe it's my disorganisation that makes me feel useless, maybe it's the bureaucracy of a big institution. He was talking casually about why don't I apply for the permanent position that just opened up. I said that I hadn't thought about it but in my head, I was like, 'Nooo! I don't wanna be tied down'. It's a great job, and I'm so grateful I got it when I did, but it's not what I want to do forever. I have two years left in my contract. I want to see what else the world has to offer. He said something about me being in charge of the department later on; I didn't say anything to that.
In other news, my niece left little Isabelle on my bed because she wanted me to fix the rip. Awww.. Too bad I can't sew. I feel awkward with children generally (except ones I live with) and I don't really know how to play with them ("That's not how you play Mastermind! ... Fine, you're four, whatever."), but it's nice to be wanted for little things like that. Granted, I did end up doing it, and it was a crappy job, but she didn't seem to mind.
//I'm listening to 10+ hours of Disney songs. Suddenly want a princess dress :/
And a gun. But that's irrelevant.
I put the porn I write in there.
...
I found it in the living room, next to a plate of half eaten cake.
...
....
¬_¬
Moving on!
Collection of trinkets on my table at work
Work! work work work... Whenever I come from a meeting wth my (2nd? 3rd?) boss, I'm all pumped up, motivated like, 'Yeah, bring it on, I'ma be awesome and make this job my bitch. I'm gonna be so productive like nobody's business!'
That feling fades after the first hour. =3=
I still want to, but.... uggghhh. Maybe it's my disorganisation that makes me feel useless, maybe it's the bureaucracy of a big institution. He was talking casually about why don't I apply for the permanent position that just opened up. I said that I hadn't thought about it but in my head, I was like, 'Nooo! I don't wanna be tied down'. It's a great job, and I'm so grateful I got it when I did, but it's not what I want to do forever. I have two years left in my contract. I want to see what else the world has to offer. He said something about me being in charge of the department later on; I didn't say anything to that.
In other news, my niece left little Isabelle on my bed because she wanted me to fix the rip. Awww.. Too bad I can't sew. I feel awkward with children generally (except ones I live with) and I don't really know how to play with them ("That's not how you play Mastermind! ... Fine, you're four, whatever."), but it's nice to be wanted for little things like that. Granted, I did end up doing it, and it was a crappy job, but she didn't seem to mind.
//I'm listening to 10+ hours of Disney songs. Suddenly want a princess dress :/
And a gun. But that's irrelevant.