Can't Trust That Day
My weekend was pretty good. O came up from school for a little while on Saturday, and we met her boyfriend. Who, unfortunately, is a Florida fan. Other than that, he seems to be an okay guy, but only time will tell now that his true colors are revealed.
I chatted with queenb23more for forever on Saturday night. That was a goshdarn blast.
I came in second place in the rwhg_ldws, but only by two points and against very stiff competition. I did win mod's choice this week.
No Mr. Choir Director sightings this weekend, sorry. I'll keep you updated if and when there are more. :)
I also finished most of my drabbles, except for the fic-length one for
queenb23more, which is done. It just needs to be typed up. We also discussed several WIPs the other night during our chat.
Here they are, at my fic journal:
Raindrops for pili204
Modification for mugglemama
Prompt for kerosinkanister
Elbow for hp_canon_fest
Next Gen Kids for brissygirl
I hope you enjoy them.
This morning, I wake up, stretch, look at the clock, and it's a little past 8. I was supposed to be at work at 7. So I jump up, scramble for clothes, get dressed- don't shower, because I'm already that late- grab my dance stuff and jump in the car. I call, letting them know that I'm alive and on my way, and that I am sorry.
When I do show up our computer is messed up and the doctor and I try and fix it, and in the meantime call our CPhT to let him know that I was late and that the computer isn't working. He tells me that he already knows that I was late (he doesn't care btw, he realizes that it happens to everyone and it's not something that I do often, if ever), because the OCW has called him to let him know.
I would like to point out that she didn't call me to see if I was okay, since, again, I have never been an hour and a half late. She just called to tattle, prefacing this with a "I'm not calling to try and tattle, but..."
Being late made me mad enough. Being tattled on like we're six years old- this is the woman that calls me 'little girl', by the way'- pisses me off in a way that I can't even describe. I'm more than happy to admit my screw-ups. I don't need someone else pointing them out for everyone else.
I chatted with queenb23more for forever on Saturday night. That was a goshdarn blast.
I came in second place in the rwhg_ldws, but only by two points and against very stiff competition. I did win mod's choice this week.
No Mr. Choir Director sightings this weekend, sorry. I'll keep you updated if and when there are more. :)
I also finished most of my drabbles, except for the fic-length one for
queenb23more, which is done. It just needs to be typed up. We also discussed several WIPs the other night during our chat.
Here they are, at my fic journal:
Raindrops for pili204
Modification for mugglemama
Prompt for kerosinkanister
Elbow for hp_canon_fest
Next Gen Kids for brissygirl
I hope you enjoy them.
This morning, I wake up, stretch, look at the clock, and it's a little past 8. I was supposed to be at work at 7. So I jump up, scramble for clothes, get dressed- don't shower, because I'm already that late- grab my dance stuff and jump in the car. I call, letting them know that I'm alive and on my way, and that I am sorry.
When I do show up our computer is messed up and the doctor and I try and fix it, and in the meantime call our CPhT to let him know that I was late and that the computer isn't working. He tells me that he already knows that I was late (he doesn't care btw, he realizes that it happens to everyone and it's not something that I do often, if ever), because the OCW has called him to let him know.
I would like to point out that she didn't call me to see if I was okay, since, again, I have never been an hour and a half late. She just called to tattle, prefacing this with a "I'm not calling to try and tattle, but..."
Being late made me mad enough. Being tattled on like we're six years old- this is the woman that calls me 'little girl', by the way'- pisses me off in a way that I can't even describe. I'm more than happy to admit my screw-ups. I don't need someone else pointing them out for everyone else.