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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.
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:31 am (UTC)[this is me trying to set happy scenes...]
"What do you think Shuang-er is thinking about?" Ling whispered the question in Xue's ear, making him shiver involuntarily before he flicked a quick glance up at Shuang, who was staring into space.
"I have no idea, but it looks like something serious." Xue turned his head slightly toward Ling, knowing one side of his mouth was tilting up in a slight, mischievous smile. "Should we distract him?"
"That was exactly what I was thinking." Both of them were keeping their voices down, because they knew if Shuang had heard them, he'd be able to tell that they were plotting something, even if he didn't know what exactly, and would be on his guard. Ling murmured a short instruction, waited for Xue's nod of approval, then dropped a quick kiss on the sensitive skin behind Xue's ear before slinking off to put their plan into action with a smirk on his face. (Xue was sure Ling had noticed the involuntary hitch in his breathing at the touch, the rascal.)
Xue got to his feet, silent, as he could be when he wanted to, a slight smile pulling on his lips. His brother thought too much.
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Shuang frowned slightly; would it have been better to force Xue to take the antidote for the ice-poison? At the moment his brother's body was frail and very delicately balanced. If pushed just the slightest way in either direction, Xue would have to suffer high fevers, at the very least, as a consequence.
But would Xue have forgiven him if he'd forced the issue? He couldn't help a wry smile at the thought.
He came back to the present with that smile still on his face... And had surprise wipe it clean off his face as he was tackled from two directions and found himself being very thoroughly kissed.
Mm, tasted like Ling.
Their lips had barely parted when his mouth was claimed again, by another familiar mouth. Oh, most definitely Xue this time. Not only did they taste different, they kissed differently. Xue's kisses were almost always soft, sweet, much too easy to drown in, while Ling's kisses tended to involve lots of play, in whatever form he felt like at the moment. Easy to get lost in, either way; the only difference was how.
"Hello darlings," Shuang said softly when he could speak (semi-coherently) again, smiling when Xue slid down his back to settle behind him, plastered up against his back with Xue's chin resting on his shoulder, and Ling settled against his front, both sets of arms wrapped around him and each other.
A small, contented sound was Xue's reply, and Ling tilted his head up enough to drop a gentle kiss on his throat before going back to cuddling.
"Don't think so much. What's done is done," Ling said, calm and reasonable as ever. "We're here now, and there is no need to think about the past at the moment, is there?"
Shuang gave a small sigh and wrapped his arms around Ling, holding him close. He dropped a little kiss on Ling's brow and twined the fingers of one hand with Xue's.
"No, I suppose not."
[and they spent the rest of the evening/night looking at stars. =D;; Now I hope I haven't overshot character limit...]
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Date: 2005-09-23 10:26 am (UTC)LOVE YOU. You have no idea. They're so pretty and you're writing them for me.
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Date: 2005-09-23 03:37 pm (UTC)*cuddles*