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Nothing much going on in the past few days. I went on a crazy shopping spree and blew a lot of money on clothing, which was needed. My wardrobe was looking really ratty. I was feeling like those kids in school -- you know the ones, that wear the same thing over and over and over -- so drastic action had to be taken. I went with my sister to Victoria's Secret. I never went there before, and got sized... turns out I'm a cup size bigger than I thought I was. I'm waaaay past puberty but it seems like every five years or so I grow another size. I would brag, but now I'm a little afraid if I ever have children I'll look like Beth Chapman from Dog The Bounty Hunter. You know, like size F.
The next day me and one of my friend's went to Ikea for some much needed dicking around and shopping. She's a photo-major so of course she had to take the camera and of course she had to stop every few minutes and snap a picture. *grin*
On the writing front, things have been fairly sparatic. To be honest, this shift at work is killing me. I'm dead tired when I get home and it's hard to get up the will to write. Another shift change is coming in a few months, and I might go back to late nights. That way I can do chores, shopping, writing and crap done in the morning and then go to work. (Good for scheduling job interviews, too.)
I just need to finish one last part in Another Brother -- I was bad. I have like a quarter of the next chapter after that already written, so now I want to focus on that instead of finishing the last bit of the current chapter. :D
A shitload of people have reviewed on Rampage, the Stargate/Avatar crossover. Most of them are asking me to continue, and I've gotten two or three PM's on it with some very good ideas. I dunno, though. It's not that I don't have ideas for it -- I do, but I'm really not sure I want to tackle the whole Science VS Avatar Magic theme, which would have to be tackled. Frankly, I don't like science losing out, which it would have to do. And I don't want Avatar magic to be explained logically away. Sigh. Whatever. I'll figure it out or I won't.
Speaking of job interviews (which I was a few paragraphs ago) I had one today. It was lame. I aced it, of course, because if there's one thing this job has taught me it's to fucking nail interviews. Nothing is scarier or more demanding than an interview at my company. The one just to get my job took an hour and a half. I'm not even exaggerating. People have come out of those interview rooms crying. (Okay, just one guy I knew about, and hey, he got the job, so it's okay right?).
Anyway, this job I interviewed for today is another call center job. I don't even know why I applied for it. I would rather put a bullet in my brain than work in another call center. Worse, it's for customer care for a garbage collection agency. So basically I would be fielding complaints about people's trash not being picked up on time. Sounds like a blast. So I have another interview and if I pass that then they'll offer me the job. I plan on waiting to see how much money they'll offer me, and then 98% sure I'll decline (although the bullet option is on the table too. *grin*). This economy stinks -- I would rather keep my brainless job and let someone else have that other one.
Last night I had a Margaretta and then woke up in the middle of the night hiccuping. Classy.
... And that's all I have.
The next day me and one of my friend's went to Ikea for some much needed dicking around and shopping. She's a photo-major so of course she had to take the camera and of course she had to stop every few minutes and snap a picture. *grin*
On the writing front, things have been fairly sparatic. To be honest, this shift at work is killing me. I'm dead tired when I get home and it's hard to get up the will to write. Another shift change is coming in a few months, and I might go back to late nights. That way I can do chores, shopping, writing and crap done in the morning and then go to work. (Good for scheduling job interviews, too.)
I just need to finish one last part in Another Brother -- I was bad. I have like a quarter of the next chapter after that already written, so now I want to focus on that instead of finishing the last bit of the current chapter. :D
A shitload of people have reviewed on Rampage, the Stargate/Avatar crossover. Most of them are asking me to continue, and I've gotten two or three PM's on it with some very good ideas. I dunno, though. It's not that I don't have ideas for it -- I do, but I'm really not sure I want to tackle the whole Science VS Avatar Magic theme, which would have to be tackled. Frankly, I don't like science losing out, which it would have to do. And I don't want Avatar magic to be explained logically away. Sigh. Whatever. I'll figure it out or I won't.
Speaking of job interviews (which I was a few paragraphs ago) I had one today. It was lame. I aced it, of course, because if there's one thing this job has taught me it's to fucking nail interviews. Nothing is scarier or more demanding than an interview at my company. The one just to get my job took an hour and a half. I'm not even exaggerating. People have come out of those interview rooms crying. (Okay, just one guy I knew about, and hey, he got the job, so it's okay right?).
Anyway, this job I interviewed for today is another call center job. I don't even know why I applied for it. I would rather put a bullet in my brain than work in another call center. Worse, it's for customer care for a garbage collection agency. So basically I would be fielding complaints about people's trash not being picked up on time. Sounds like a blast. So I have another interview and if I pass that then they'll offer me the job. I plan on waiting to see how much money they'll offer me, and then 98% sure I'll decline (although the bullet option is on the table too. *grin*). This economy stinks -- I would rather keep my brainless job and let someone else have that other one.
Last night I had a Margaretta and then woke up in the middle of the night hiccuping. Classy.
... And that's all I have.
