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That's right, I said "Biblical FanFic!"
I really wish I could get past hating my day-job. It's not that bad in many ways. Air conditioned, comfy desk, 85% is just plain old talking to people, either helping them buy shit or helping them return it. Co workers are great, supervisors are cool and easy to work with. More importantly, they are great about giving me the schedule I want, and about not giving me a hard time if I can't come in.
So what's the problem? Well, the money is not very good. I knew that when I took the job, but assumed they'd pay me better once they realized how awesome I was. As Dumbledore would say that stance was optimistic to the point of foolishness. So now that I've taken years to learn all about the products, the customer base, and the way the company works, I feel like a chump for trying so hard. They refuse to pay me even remotely what I am worth; nor will they let me write for catalogs, or anything really except the newsletter for my department, which I don't actually get paid for. I deal with that by refusing to work on it at home (anymore) with the result that it is sometimes late. It's a drag, really. Because I think the people in the company genuinely like me. The president of the whole company came to my book signing even. But there's a disconnect somewhere between them liking me or having some vague appreciation for the work I do, and them actually treating me like a valued employee. Plus there's continuous bullshit with computers and software and inventory. Today our entire phone system went out twice. Our website advertising things we no longer carry, and sales we are no longer having. The new interface is still loaded with bugs, and we have no stock whatsoever of several products the new catalog is pushing hardest. Not the best way to begin the busiest season of the year. On the plus side, one of my co-workers is into doing cupcake runs to Cake Neuveau in Ann Arbor. Mmmmm.
I'm getting pretty sick of all this "Mosque on Ground Zero" bullshit. As we should all know by now:
1. It's not just a mosque, it's a community center where everyone is welcome.
2. It's not at Ground Zero, there are strip clubs closer to ground zero than this thing.
3. It's only "hurtful" and "insensitive" to people who equate all Muslims with terrorism.
4. It's not remotely the same as putting a statue of Hitler at the Holocaust Museum, building a Catholic Church at Mecca, or converting the entire US legal system to Taliban law.
So people, please STFU with your bigoted ignorance.
I super, crazy busy currently. In addition to my usual novel drafting and podcast producing I have two short stories I need to write--pronto. Not only do I have only one awesome new idea, but "pronto" is not my favorite writing speed. I'm seeing my regular doctor and psyche doc next week, and getting new glasses. Plus I have to go to a work meeting on my day off, and do all the regular stuff I gotta do. Don't worry though, I'm still going to make time to see Piranha 3D with H on Tuesday. The reviews have been awesome thusfar and I am incredibly stoked to see it.
Things I'm thinking about doing:
--Figuring out why Americans are so reactionary and stupid about shit.
--Finding a passionate but unknown director to turn The Growlers into a short film.
--Biblical fanfic (No, I am not kidding. It might even be slash)
--One blue stripe, one pink stripe in my fabulous hair.
So what's the problem? Well, the money is not very good. I knew that when I took the job, but assumed they'd pay me better once they realized how awesome I was. As Dumbledore would say that stance was optimistic to the point of foolishness. So now that I've taken years to learn all about the products, the customer base, and the way the company works, I feel like a chump for trying so hard. They refuse to pay me even remotely what I am worth; nor will they let me write for catalogs, or anything really except the newsletter for my department, which I don't actually get paid for. I deal with that by refusing to work on it at home (anymore) with the result that it is sometimes late. It's a drag, really. Because I think the people in the company genuinely like me. The president of the whole company came to my book signing even. But there's a disconnect somewhere between them liking me or having some vague appreciation for the work I do, and them actually treating me like a valued employee. Plus there's continuous bullshit with computers and software and inventory. Today our entire phone system went out twice. Our website advertising things we no longer carry, and sales we are no longer having. The new interface is still loaded with bugs, and we have no stock whatsoever of several products the new catalog is pushing hardest. Not the best way to begin the busiest season of the year. On the plus side, one of my co-workers is into doing cupcake runs to Cake Neuveau in Ann Arbor. Mmmmm.
I'm getting pretty sick of all this "Mosque on Ground Zero" bullshit. As we should all know by now:
1. It's not just a mosque, it's a community center where everyone is welcome.
2. It's not at Ground Zero, there are strip clubs closer to ground zero than this thing.
3. It's only "hurtful" and "insensitive" to people who equate all Muslims with terrorism.
4. It's not remotely the same as putting a statue of Hitler at the Holocaust Museum, building a Catholic Church at Mecca, or converting the entire US legal system to Taliban law.
So people, please STFU with your bigoted ignorance.
I super, crazy busy currently. In addition to my usual novel drafting and podcast producing I have two short stories I need to write--pronto. Not only do I have only one awesome new idea, but "pronto" is not my favorite writing speed. I'm seeing my regular doctor and psyche doc next week, and getting new glasses. Plus I have to go to a work meeting on my day off, and do all the regular stuff I gotta do. Don't worry though, I'm still going to make time to see Piranha 3D with H on Tuesday. The reviews have been awesome thusfar and I am incredibly stoked to see it.
Things I'm thinking about doing:
--Figuring out why Americans are so reactionary and stupid about shit.
--Finding a passionate but unknown director to turn The Growlers into a short film.
--Biblical fanfic (No, I am not kidding. It might even be slash)
--One blue stripe, one pink stripe in my fabulous hair.
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Damn. There I go again...judging.
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Or maybe he and Edward Cullen could go out and pick up some underage chicks. Or maybe Jesus could end up on the LOST island.
Yeah...I guess I don't really have anything yet. But I will.
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