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maderrNick is such the angsty bunny bitch of the show. I want to pet him and hook him up with Warrick because the whole marriage thing is REALLY FUCKING LAME. Poor Kat, those two always did have pretty tension (<--pretend that makes sense).
Work has gone to shit.
Let me break this down. My site is a growing one - rapidly growing. Like O_o We Be Fucked growing. I was brought in to basically take over and eventually Control the firm records. And I do mean Control, that cap isn't accidental. Our contract is up for renewal and it's not getting renewed - it's getting scrapped and started over because that much is changing.
Enter the Sparkly. A nice piece of softward that will make my life verra verra easy. Once it's installed. There's just one catch. The customer will only buy it if we get the files scanned yesterday. The Asshats in charge of negotations declared we could do it in ninety days.
Here's where it gets fun for me. At a guess? I threw out 5,000 files. It's hard to gauge with the way they float around the various employees and my three filerooms. The actual number?
Just shy of 12,000. Each of these files range in size from about 20 pieces of paper to 500 (or even more). Do the math.
Now you'll see why I basically had a meltdown. I'm going to be given "help" but as any onsite sucker in this city will tell you - our "help" is worthless. So over the next three (possibly four) months I will be expected to oversee this project, do most of the work involved and make full use of the fact that the customer has signed off on whatever overtime is necessary.
Which means I'll be lucky to have time for nano, I probably can't go to the convention Maile invited me to *cries* and they're going to piss and moan when I go on vacation in October (hopefully; gomes get the fuck back to me so I know what I'm doing). Just to get the ball rolling I'll probably have to waste this weekend's writing time in the office scanning shit.
It sucks. More than I can say. I feel like I'm whining, but I despise having to put my writing on hold for a job I hate. But I can't afford to find another job - that'd be almost as hard as just sticking with this. Because in four months I'll be sitting very pretty indeed.
Sammie told me I shouldn't, and I think I made her mad when I disagreed - but I still want to try Nano. I have fun with it. I like deadlines and all, they get me moving. And I'm dying to write Prisoner. If I can make it half as good on paper as it is in my head, it'll be a story worth reading.
But yeah. If you hear a scream of rage and pain from the general vicinity of Cincinnati, that'll be kicking my fucking IAM in his goddamned little nutsack for foisting a near-impossible job on me just so he can look good and get his mother fucking commission. *seethes* And I had better get a raise or a bonus or something out of this. Because I'm going to do it, and I'll do it well, and I'll fucking write my novel too and then all these bitches can fucking kiss my ass and tell me just how 1337 I am.
Hmm...time to go to bed.
In other news, am rereading The Blue Sword. I don't even remember anymore which of the two is my fav. It's so rare to find books where the chicks are so fracking cool and the romance is cool without turning her into some simpering little homemaker puddle. I'm all about the tough chicks (gee, who would have guessed?). Nausicaa, Harry and Aerin are so entirely my girl crushes.
Christ, go to bed Megan.
Work has gone to shit.
Let me break this down. My site is a growing one - rapidly growing. Like O_o We Be Fucked growing. I was brought in to basically take over and eventually Control the firm records. And I do mean Control, that cap isn't accidental. Our contract is up for renewal and it's not getting renewed - it's getting scrapped and started over because that much is changing.
Enter the Sparkly. A nice piece of softward that will make my life verra verra easy. Once it's installed. There's just one catch. The customer will only buy it if we get the files scanned yesterday. The Asshats in charge of negotations declared we could do it in ninety days.
Here's where it gets fun for me. At a guess? I threw out 5,000 files. It's hard to gauge with the way they float around the various employees and my three filerooms. The actual number?
Just shy of 12,000. Each of these files range in size from about 20 pieces of paper to 500 (or even more). Do the math.
Now you'll see why I basically had a meltdown. I'm going to be given "help" but as any onsite sucker in this city will tell you - our "help" is worthless. So over the next three (possibly four) months I will be expected to oversee this project, do most of the work involved and make full use of the fact that the customer has signed off on whatever overtime is necessary.
Which means I'll be lucky to have time for nano, I probably can't go to the convention Maile invited me to *cries* and they're going to piss and moan when I go on vacation in October (hopefully; gomes get the fuck back to me so I know what I'm doing). Just to get the ball rolling I'll probably have to waste this weekend's writing time in the office scanning shit.
It sucks. More than I can say. I feel like I'm whining, but I despise having to put my writing on hold for a job I hate. But I can't afford to find another job - that'd be almost as hard as just sticking with this. Because in four months I'll be sitting very pretty indeed.
Sammie told me I shouldn't, and I think I made her mad when I disagreed - but I still want to try Nano. I have fun with it. I like deadlines and all, they get me moving. And I'm dying to write Prisoner. If I can make it half as good on paper as it is in my head, it'll be a story worth reading.
But yeah. If you hear a scream of rage and pain from the general vicinity of Cincinnati, that'll be kicking my fucking IAM in his goddamned little nutsack for foisting a near-impossible job on me just so he can look good and get his mother fucking commission. *seethes* And I had better get a raise or a bonus or something out of this. Because I'm going to do it, and I'll do it well, and I'll fucking write my novel too and then all these bitches can fucking kiss my ass and tell me just how 1337 I am.
Hmm...time to go to bed.
In other news, am rereading The Blue Sword. I don't even remember anymore which of the two is my fav. It's so rare to find books where the chicks are so fracking cool and the romance is cool without turning her into some simpering little homemaker puddle. I'm all about the tough chicks (gee, who would have guessed?). Nausicaa, Harry and Aerin are so entirely my girl crushes.
Christ, go to bed Megan.
