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The Loooooongest Mondaaaaaaaay.
Apr. 5th, 2010 04:52 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I imagine I would get on my own nerves a great deal. I'm loud and funny, but I wouldn't typically be in the mood to listen to myself chatter on about nothing. I'm pretty impatient, which from my side seems perfectly justified--but from the outside, I would keep telling myself to chill the hell out about things. I also like to be the center of attention. I wear a tiara to my own birthday party--and I'm old--like dirt old.
So yeah, I don't really see me getting along with myself.
I started writing this post at around 10:30 this morning, but I've been working pretty hard here at the day job. ( work and CS related blather )
Had my review at work on Friday. As I expected, it was along the lines of You're great. We love what you do, you meet or exceed every expectation. Your communication skills are exemplary. In fact, we want you to do training sessions so you can teach other people what you do--you're just so damn good at it. Cool, thanks. I haven't had a raise since 2007, can I have one now? No. Sorry. No one in this department is getting one. Drag.
This week I'll be recording, editing, and mixing chaps 1-2 (and beyond, perhaps) of Kiss Me Like You Love Me in audiobook form. I wish I hadn't given that book such a long title. Not sure why I keep doing that. A Stabbing for Sadie should have been called "Tiamata" and this book should have been called "The Villain." I know that now...why didn't I know it then? Fie. I'm also going to try to read The Lost by my new hero, Jack Ketchum. He is a horror master, for shizzle. I want him to come over to my place and tell me stories so I can have nightmares based on them. That'd be sweet.
And finally, I believe it's time for me to begin the search for An Agent.
Wish me luck!
I imagine I would get on my own nerves a great deal. I'm loud and funny, but I wouldn't typically be in the mood to listen to myself chatter on about nothing. I'm pretty impatient, which from my side seems perfectly justified--but from the outside, I would keep telling myself to chill the hell out about things. I also like to be the center of attention. I wear a tiara to my own birthday party--and I'm old--like dirt old.
So yeah, I don't really see me getting along with myself.
I started writing this post at around 10:30 this morning, but I've been working pretty hard here at the day job. ( work and CS related blather )
Had my review at work on Friday. As I expected, it was along the lines of You're great. We love what you do, you meet or exceed every expectation. Your communication skills are exemplary. In fact, we want you to do training sessions so you can teach other people what you do--you're just so damn good at it. Cool, thanks. I haven't had a raise since 2007, can I have one now? No. Sorry. No one in this department is getting one. Drag.
This week I'll be recording, editing, and mixing chaps 1-2 (and beyond, perhaps) of Kiss Me Like You Love Me in audiobook form. I wish I hadn't given that book such a long title. Not sure why I keep doing that. A Stabbing for Sadie should have been called "Tiamata" and this book should have been called "The Villain." I know that now...why didn't I know it then? Fie. I'm also going to try to read The Lost by my new hero, Jack Ketchum. He is a horror master, for shizzle. I want him to come over to my place and tell me stories so I can have nightmares based on them. That'd be sweet.
And finally, I believe it's time for me to begin the search for An Agent.
Wish me luck!
