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I'm the person who will wreck your comfyness....
Wrote lots of Marya in Firefly. Was very inspired. Lots of pain in that story. Oddly satisfying...
Dad has commissioned a Family Camping Trip. I am... stretching the truth and getting out of it. Since, y'know, know way in flonqing HELL I'm camping with my extended family. Nuh-uh. No way. I will go burn in hell first.
But I like the idea of an entire weekend alone. I might actually get some progress done on my room--if, that is, I can get some more bins. Boxes. Containers to put the piles of paper in (while discarding half may happen, I still need boxes... maybe).
Am increasingly irritated at work. The ladies in Data Entry Don't Like the New Boss. Dan replaces Bob. Bob, for those who never heard me rant (I think I may have, once, long ago), was one of those bosses who was, to put it mildly, a pushover. He also tended to tell you three or four times how to do something. Which pissed me the hell off, I can tell you.
Dan, otoh, does not do this. He's a very efficient man, for the most part, and also is much more stringent. I, personally, think this is fabulous. He never insults my intelligence, or tells me something twice.
But. The ladies in DE think he is the Devil Incarnate (considering how irritatingly religious they are...), and bad mouth him at any opportunity.
And I can't say anything. I'm a temp, for one thing. For another, nothing I say will help. They're very Set that he is Evil. And Bad. And Deliberately Does Things To Bother Them.
GAH.
Some days, I'm very greatful for my batteries. Which reminds me to go put them in the charger. I might go insane otherwise.
Dad has commissioned a Family Camping Trip. I am... stretching the truth and getting out of it. Since, y'know, know way in flonqing HELL I'm camping with my extended family. Nuh-uh. No way. I will go burn in hell first.
But I like the idea of an entire weekend alone. I might actually get some progress done on my room--if, that is, I can get some more bins. Boxes. Containers to put the piles of paper in (while discarding half may happen, I still need boxes... maybe).
Am increasingly irritated at work. The ladies in Data Entry Don't Like the New Boss. Dan replaces Bob. Bob, for those who never heard me rant (I think I may have, once, long ago), was one of those bosses who was, to put it mildly, a pushover. He also tended to tell you three or four times how to do something. Which pissed me the hell off, I can tell you.
Dan, otoh, does not do this. He's a very efficient man, for the most part, and also is much more stringent. I, personally, think this is fabulous. He never insults my intelligence, or tells me something twice.
But. The ladies in DE think he is the Devil Incarnate (considering how irritatingly religious they are...), and bad mouth him at any opportunity.
And I can't say anything. I'm a temp, for one thing. For another, nothing I say will help. They're very Set that he is Evil. And Bad. And Deliberately Does Things To Bother Them.
GAH.
Some days, I'm very greatful for my batteries. Which reminds me to go put them in the charger. I might go insane otherwise.