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The end of NaBloPoMo.
Nov. 30th, 2008 02:29 pmIt seems as though I've done it. Not nearly as much as I could have written, thanks to the lovely middle-of-the-month where nothing at ALL happened, but I'm sure that the drama and the rollercoaster I've been on for the last week has made up for it. I haven't counted yet, but I'm estimating about fifteen to sixteen thousand words. Haha, FAIL. I'll probably write half that much in next year's musebarf.
And speaking of my rollercoaster, I got a response to my very obvious grass message; I wasn't expecting one. I've got more to say, but... suffice it that I feel even shittier than I did this morning after work. My grass message no longer applies. Nothing applies. Nothing matters. I'm not worth anything. Go find your greener grass; this shit's done for.
Work sucked balls. Had it not been for Wednesday, I wouldn't have realized that that much suck could have been squeezed into four agonizing hours. I was given busy work, and subsequently ignored. Kinda like yesterday when, partly inspired by LJ Writer's Block, I took the kiddie copy of Little Women off the shelf, sat in the back, and read it (as if there were ever any doubt, I'm kind of in the Jo camp). And no one noticed that I was gone. So yeah. Work:
"Can you use the dry mount machine?" "No." "Well, make the sign, and just use double-sided tape." So I did. When the sign was finished, I returned it, and was given a new mission: more bloody repacks. Because, it's apparently amusing to the store manager how I can't do production. "I'm never with anyone so no one can teach me," I said. "That's the problem with the frame shop," he chuckled. I wanted to slap him. How I stayed my hand (or my tongue), I've got NO idea. So I went and did the repacks.
Kathleen had come in in the meantime and said she was going to help. Not so much, as I did the six boxes by myself. And when I was done, and looking to be taught my actual job, I found her in the backroom with John, teaching him instead. It was so awful, and I'm glad she didn't hear me because I felt like the betrayed spouse who catches her love cheating. I almost felt my heart break! I sneaked out of the room, and stood in the doorway, waiting for Kathleen to return. When she did, she reminded me that I was supposed to condense the ribbon, which I did.
And I cried while doing it. I bawled like a baby, and the worst part was that in a busy store, no one saw, no one paid me any mind, no one cared. Between being entirely snubbed and this week, I was alone. Working did little to take my mind off of it, as it was such a thoughtless task, that I couldn't help but focus on my problems, which doubled me over some more.
Finally, it was done, some other unimportant stuff happened, and I reached the end of my shift. I ran out the door. By the way, my sign wasn't even USED. Fat lot of good that all did.
Other things to say before I continue to hide from the world under my blankets:
•Laura suggested I turn my Firefly dream into another badfic. Not only do I think Firefly deserves more respect than that (AND WHERE THE HELL WAS WASH), but I just didn't have enough stuff there. Now, if I had been, say, River.... Hey, at least the spinning would have made a little more sense (though Kaylee's fit would not have).
•I'd like to finish Relm's pants this week, because I'm SO DAMNED CLOSE. Unfortunately, I need to drag myself from the mires of my depression, though. In other words: ain't gonna happen.
•Schedule:
Mon 12/1: 5:00-11:00 (holy shit, it's gonna be December)
Tue 12/2: 9:00-2:00
Wed 12/3: OFF
Thu 12/4: OFF
Fri 12/5: 7:00-11:00
Sat 12/6: 4:30-11:00 (I've forgotten about Seeker!lulz entirely.)
Not that anyone actually cares about my schedule or checks it on here anyway, but there it is.
Bye. :::goes away:::
And speaking of my rollercoaster, I got a response to my very obvious grass message; I wasn't expecting one. I've got more to say, but... suffice it that I feel even shittier than I did this morning after work. My grass message no longer applies. Nothing applies. Nothing matters. I'm not worth anything. Go find your greener grass; this shit's done for.
Work sucked balls. Had it not been for Wednesday, I wouldn't have realized that that much suck could have been squeezed into four agonizing hours. I was given busy work, and subsequently ignored. Kinda like yesterday when, partly inspired by LJ Writer's Block, I took the kiddie copy of Little Women off the shelf, sat in the back, and read it (as if there were ever any doubt, I'm kind of in the Jo camp). And no one noticed that I was gone. So yeah. Work:
"Can you use the dry mount machine?" "No." "Well, make the sign, and just use double-sided tape." So I did. When the sign was finished, I returned it, and was given a new mission: more bloody repacks. Because, it's apparently amusing to the store manager how I can't do production. "I'm never with anyone so no one can teach me," I said. "That's the problem with the frame shop," he chuckled. I wanted to slap him. How I stayed my hand (or my tongue), I've got NO idea. So I went and did the repacks.
Kathleen had come in in the meantime and said she was going to help. Not so much, as I did the six boxes by myself. And when I was done, and looking to be taught my actual job, I found her in the backroom with John, teaching him instead. It was so awful, and I'm glad she didn't hear me because I felt like the betrayed spouse who catches her love cheating. I almost felt my heart break! I sneaked out of the room, and stood in the doorway, waiting for Kathleen to return. When she did, she reminded me that I was supposed to condense the ribbon, which I did.
And I cried while doing it. I bawled like a baby, and the worst part was that in a busy store, no one saw, no one paid me any mind, no one cared. Between being entirely snubbed and this week, I was alone. Working did little to take my mind off of it, as it was such a thoughtless task, that I couldn't help but focus on my problems, which doubled me over some more.
Finally, it was done, some other unimportant stuff happened, and I reached the end of my shift. I ran out the door. By the way, my sign wasn't even USED. Fat lot of good that all did.
Other things to say before I continue to hide from the world under my blankets:
•Laura suggested I turn my Firefly dream into another badfic. Not only do I think Firefly deserves more respect than that (AND WHERE THE HELL WAS WASH), but I just didn't have enough stuff there. Now, if I had been, say, River.... Hey, at least the spinning would have made a little more sense (though Kaylee's fit would not have).
•I'd like to finish Relm's pants this week, because I'm SO DAMNED CLOSE. Unfortunately, I need to drag myself from the mires of my depression, though. In other words: ain't gonna happen.
•Schedule:
Mon 12/1: 5:00-11:00 (holy shit, it's gonna be December)
Tue 12/2: 9:00-2:00
Wed 12/3: OFF
Thu 12/4: OFF
Fri 12/5: 7:00-11:00
Sat 12/6: 4:30-11:00 (I've forgotten about Seeker!lulz entirely.)
Not that anyone actually cares about my schedule or checks it on here anyway, but there it is.
Bye. :::goes away:::
