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-my job is stressing me out. fortunately I only have to deal with it until Mondayish. Tomorrow will probably be less annoying than today, or at least differently annoying, but oh god I miss doing this stuff for Dani K, who was patient with my curiosity. but. guuuh. I am not comfortable with believing that yes I actually do know more about doing 2555s than your self-important, flaky ass and I've done two of them, ever, but I damn well took all day taking time to figure them out. I am not in a good position to be that arrogant.
Goals for the rest of this year; find a job fun enough that I don't have to worry about finding a seasonal tax job for a sane person, in a safe environment, next year. M thinks this is possible within our present constraints, and notes that even if I have probably driven D.M. to decide that I am simultaneously awkward and arrogant as fuck (hi, have you met me), the other two people I've worked for in the last year both love me. (I am going to refrain from describing the circumstance, last Friday, that led the LCR to describe himself as my fairy godmother).
just fyi, last week I worked for 50 hours and wrote about 9000 words. WHAT. THE. HELL. I have never written that much in a week, ever, so it is really not surprising I am kinda dry right now. I'm worried that esp. with the sprawling FFEX thing I may have bitten off more than I should have given the May 7th deadline but oh fuck is it fun, most of the time.
This week is not shaping up so well re. wordcount; after a very good sunday I took Monday off on purpose because finishing Nakki's birthday porn kinda killed me (it was a 6000-word pwp that contained no actual sex. I don't even know). I squeaked out some a-to-b stuff for the FFEX thing while loitering at my beautiful library yesterday, but today may be another stress washout and it is not going to get better given how much I'll be working all weekend. I am looking to clock closer to 60 hours this week, oh fuck do I need the money but I am reaaaally looking forward to my day (POSSIBLY EVEN DAYS) off next week. and then, back to 4-5 days a week at job a. until I work up the effort to find something better.
Goals for the rest of this year; find a job fun enough that I don't have to worry about finding a seasonal tax job for a sane person, in a safe environment, next year. M thinks this is possible within our present constraints, and notes that even if I have probably driven D.M. to decide that I am simultaneously awkward and arrogant as fuck (hi, have you met me), the other two people I've worked for in the last year both love me. (I am going to refrain from describing the circumstance, last Friday, that led the LCR to describe himself as my fairy godmother).
just fyi, last week I worked for 50 hours and wrote about 9000 words. WHAT. THE. HELL. I have never written that much in a week, ever, so it is really not surprising I am kinda dry right now. I'm worried that esp. with the sprawling FFEX thing I may have bitten off more than I should have given the May 7th deadline but oh fuck is it fun, most of the time.
This week is not shaping up so well re. wordcount; after a very good sunday I took Monday off on purpose because finishing Nakki's birthday porn kinda killed me (it was a 6000-word pwp that contained no actual sex. I don't even know). I squeaked out some a-to-b stuff for the FFEX thing while loitering at my beautiful library yesterday, but today may be another stress washout and it is not going to get better given how much I'll be working all weekend. I am looking to clock closer to 60 hours this week, oh fuck do I need the money but I am reaaaally looking forward to my day (POSSIBLY EVEN DAYS) off next week. and then, back to 4-5 days a week at job a. until I work up the effort to find something better.