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kittydesade) wrote2008-05-08 10:37 am
kittydesade) wrote2008-05-08 10:37 am
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Work has once again slowed to a crawl, so I update. Ker-blah. And then I probably tidy up my area because bleh. Also I need to find some place to file these papers that will expand as the papers do.
Have I mentioned I love where I work now? Because I do. As long as I get my job done, no one really cares if I screw off in the slow times to work on writing things. As a result, yesterday I got two query letters done (insert obligatory I fucking hate query letters rant here) and one short story edited. 2nd version will be posted here later, under friends-lock. Today appears to be another one of those days.
I love working here. Everybody is really sweet, and half of them remember when I was seven years old and they were teaching me crafty stuff. There is a communal kitchen with communal food, really tasty food too. We all contribute and we all snack. And go 'ooh' when someone dumps chocolate in the candy bowl.
I love working here because I can step a few feet away from my desk, call up to the balcony "Hey, Elf Lord!" and he actually knows who I'm referring to. I get called "Kitty" at work, independantly of it being my username here, which amuses me to no end. I can randomly wander out for a book or a snack or to snag a grocery here or there if it's slow. If there's a potentially threatening person out front someone will wander out to "take a stock check" and make sure nothing happens. The people here care abou each other, you can't say that at some retail jobs. (It being a family store helps.) We can tell rude people who are all "I'm the customer!" that we're still going to refuse to give them a 150$ item for 25$ or something. I heard the Beej once say about someone who said 'well you just lost a sale' that "if you're going to treat us like that, we don't want your business."
I love working here because I can check Metaquotes, find a picture of a bright pink cock charging through the jungle on its balls, and call a coworker over and both of us can laugh ourselves silly about it for the next two minutes. As long as the work gets done. We got distracted yesterday for about five, ten minutes talking about... I can't remember what it was. Cashews. Where they come from. For no reason, just. Talking.
Anyway. Yes! Query letters and writing. People actually POSTED this cycle to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whatyouimagine. I'll probably post my revised story there, myself. Maybe two revised stories. Pimp pimp. Go, pimp the comm! It's fun and low maintenance and a good source of original character prompts.
After way too long of groove derailment I'm slowly getting back onto my writing groove. My mood, my state of mind? SO much better here than it was in Ohio. I went out last night, did Morris dancing, it was great. We wandered up and down town. There was a guy who showed up as the Elf Lord and I were proceeding to the meeting point and asked where we were playing. We invited him along, and it turned out that he was a Morris dancer from Surrey, and he even performed a jig for us. We all sort of stopped and stared and marveled because, DAMN. That man was good.
I've been invited to join the garland dancers! If I can figure out transportation I think I will. English Country dance is always a fun time. It's not the kind of dance i used to do but I'm dancing. Do you know how good that feels to be dancing again, not just on my own? A couple of the garland dancers and I were walking between performance point and performance point and spontaneously burst into When You're A Jet from West Side Story. Yeah.
Now I should probably get to tidying and finding a gorram place to put some of this stuff. And then, if no orders come down the pipe, I guess I'll run UPS papers early and then do some writing stuff. I'm submitting short stories along with query letters. I'm actually feeling like I could do this. It's an amazing feeling to have again.
Have I mentioned I love where I work now? Because I do. As long as I get my job done, no one really cares if I screw off in the slow times to work on writing things. As a result, yesterday I got two query letters done (insert obligatory I fucking hate query letters rant here) and one short story edited. 2nd version will be posted here later, under friends-lock. Today appears to be another one of those days.
I love working here. Everybody is really sweet, and half of them remember when I was seven years old and they were teaching me crafty stuff. There is a communal kitchen with communal food, really tasty food too. We all contribute and we all snack. And go 'ooh' when someone dumps chocolate in the candy bowl.
I love working here because I can step a few feet away from my desk, call up to the balcony "Hey, Elf Lord!" and he actually knows who I'm referring to. I get called "Kitty" at work, independantly of it being my username here, which amuses me to no end. I can randomly wander out for a book or a snack or to snag a grocery here or there if it's slow. If there's a potentially threatening person out front someone will wander out to "take a stock check" and make sure nothing happens. The people here care abou each other, you can't say that at some retail jobs. (It being a family store helps.) We can tell rude people who are all "I'm the customer!" that we're still going to refuse to give them a 150$ item for 25$ or something. I heard the Beej once say about someone who said 'well you just lost a sale' that "if you're going to treat us like that, we don't want your business."
I love working here because I can check Metaquotes, find a picture of a bright pink cock charging through the jungle on its balls, and call a coworker over and both of us can laugh ourselves silly about it for the next two minutes. As long as the work gets done. We got distracted yesterday for about five, ten minutes talking about... I can't remember what it was. Cashews. Where they come from. For no reason, just. Talking.
Anyway. Yes! Query letters and writing. People actually POSTED this cycle to
whatyouimagine. I'll probably post my revised story there, myself. Maybe two revised stories. Pimp pimp. Go, pimp the comm! It's fun and low maintenance and a good source of original character prompts. After way too long of groove derailment I'm slowly getting back onto my writing groove. My mood, my state of mind? SO much better here than it was in Ohio. I went out last night, did Morris dancing, it was great. We wandered up and down town. There was a guy who showed up as the Elf Lord and I were proceeding to the meeting point and asked where we were playing. We invited him along, and it turned out that he was a Morris dancer from Surrey, and he even performed a jig for us. We all sort of stopped and stared and marveled because, DAMN. That man was good.
I've been invited to join the garland dancers! If I can figure out transportation I think I will. English Country dance is always a fun time. It's not the kind of dance i used to do but I'm dancing. Do you know how good that feels to be dancing again, not just on my own? A couple of the garland dancers and I were walking between performance point and performance point and spontaneously burst into When You're A Jet from West Side Story. Yeah.
Now I should probably get to tidying and finding a gorram place to put some of this stuff. And then, if no orders come down the pipe, I guess I'll run UPS papers early and then do some writing stuff. I'm submitting short stories along with query letters. I'm actually feeling like I could do this. It's an amazing feeling to have again.