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I'm at work and just got off the phone with a real piece of work. I think, when she sends her car in for a repair, which I said we would try to work in, we are not going to be able to do it. Oh, what a shame.

I don't know why people get so mean during the summer, but when the weather gets nice, the percentage of people who call in and act like jerks goes through the roof. I'm trying to help you, people, and you're lucky I'm paid so well. If it was out of the kindness of my heart, I'd let your glass break and your car fall apart and hopefully you'd die in the middle of it.

Fucking people.

Current Mood: aggravated

Yesterday I went walking in the park in the sun without a coat. Today it is snowing. We weren't supposed to have more winter, damn it! Plus I'm at work and stupid people keep coming in to ask stupid questions, so this is just a bang-up start to the weekend.

HOWEVER!

There are two director's cuts up for the next Supernatural episode, "Heart" which I love for reasons that are obvious if you know what the episode is about.

I don't normally watch the director's cuts, but of course I did this week.

( spoilers )

I wish my sister was off Thursday night, that would be a good one to watch together. Hee!

After this episode, I may have to update my Supernatural icons.

Current Mood: giddy

There are so many things conspiring together to make today go slow. Oy.

First, I am tired. I just want to go back to sleep, but I cannot.

Second, I am sore from my workout last night. Mostly this is a good sore, but still, it adds to the way this day is dragging. I am looking forward to going back to the gym tonight and working on my lower body, so tomorrow both will be sore. Joy. Glee.

Third, it is the first full week after a month or so of short holiday weeks. Lately at this time on day four of a week, I'd be four hours from going home for a long weekend. Not this week, oh, no. This week I have nine more hours tomorrow and four hours Saturday. Fun. So I go from weeks of four days or less to two five and a half day weeks in a row. Nice.

Fourth, we're dead right now. We stayed pretty busy through the holidays, which was a bit of a shock, but we've finally hit our winter slump. I hate this part of the business.

Fifth, Ugly Betty and Supernatural both have new episodes tonight, so I am filled with glee and anticipation, but have to wait. I am not so good at waiting.

Of course, I'm taking a five day weekend for my birthday. (Two days off normally, then I'm taking Monday and Tuesday to go out of town, and since Tuesday is my birthday and I intend to go out that night, too, I'm taking Wednesday off to recover from the alcohol. I want Mexican food and tequila shots, local people. Or maybe Applebees and Coronas, I'm not sure.) That's not for two more weeks, though. I work this Saturday, the Saturday after (and that Saturday is also a gaming event), have the next weekend off for my 30 January birthday, and then work the following Saturday. It's going to be a long month.

(Then the month will be over, though, and it's going by way too fast. I'm not ready yet. Yikes. There's too much to do still. /vague cryptic)

Entertain me? I've been reading my flist most of the day but have only made it back to Monday or so. I'm still going, but I'm sure there are other people out there squeeing over Supernatural tonight. Yay, Supernatural!

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Location: workity work work
Current Music: the radio

I owe a few people some major apologies, and some private emails will be going out later, but I just want to say here, in public, that I am so sorry for disappearing and especially for disappearing without doing some edits I said I would do. There has been major drama in both my personal and professional lives. Things finally look like they're turning around, which I appreciate. I would like to have energy again, and time, and both fannish and holiday spirit.

Work

Word of advice: if your car is due for new plates, don't wait until the day before the end of the month to get it inspected, learn you need a new windshield, call to try to schedule a last minute appointment, and then scream at me because we are already booked with other people who knew ahead of time they were going to have to replace their windshields before the end of the month.

Screaming at me will not get you an appointment. In fact, the second you start yelling, I clam up and I won't send you to the one guy I know who is taking same-day appointments still. So while the people who were nice got their windshields changed, their cars inspected, and their license plates renewed, I hope you--well, to be honest, after the past few months, I hope you fuck off and die and would be glad to help you on the way, but I'll settle for making sure you don't get your windshield done.

In happier news, I'll move on.

Family

Mom came home from the hospital. She has been in since 13 October, but she came home yesterday, a day earlier than they planned because the weather was supposed to be so bad today. (It is very bad today, so they were right to do so.) She's still very weak, but she can hold a fork and move her arms and walk (with a walker, but still, lots of improvement).

Fandom

I have nothing really coherent to say, except that I loved last night's episode of Bones, Ugly Betty continues to please me, I'm in love with Supernatural, and I haven't watched Heroes or Battlestar Galactica since Mom went into the hospital. I really miss the latter, though I haven't noticed the loss of the former.

I saw Happy Feet, and though it wasn't quite what I expected, I loved it. My icons from it make me smile.

Weather

Okay, the weather sucks. It's icy and cold and we're due a ton of snow. I hate ice, cold, and snow. I'm moving to Hawaii the first chance I get. I was able to come home early today, but will be heading back to work bright and early first thing tomorrow no matter what, because the boss is out of town and the other office guy is going to be late. Have I mentioned I hate driving on the snow? I can do it, but I don't trust other drivers, and I absolutely can't stand to do it. I would ask J. to give me a ride, but he'll be coming off of a double shift which includes an overnight shift and will need his sleep. I don't trust anyone else I know on the snow (and actually, I currently am not friends with very many drivers right now, which is strange for me). Well, I would trust my father, who taught me how to drive on the snow, but I won't ask him to get out in the cold.

(On one of the trips back from the hospital [about an hour and a half drive in good conditions], I let my brother M. drive in the fog and the semi-rain. This is a big improvement for me, I don't trust many people to drive my vehicle.)

Current Mood: thirsty

danawoods was talking about what her dream job would be if she won the lottery and only worked to have something to do, and it made me think about what I would do in the same situation.

( So I cut here for length )

So pretty much I would do what I'm doing now, I would just do more of it, and locate myself in a better place to do everything I love most. This ties in to another thought I had the other day while riding my motorcycle home from the library, a bag full of research books on my back.

Somehow I've become the person I wanted to be. Sure, I have tons of things to do still, and ways I'd like to change, but the things I always thought would make me be happier being me, I've done them, I've built the person I wanted to become when I was a child.

...

And during this, I just dealt with the client to beat all clients, a man who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to yell at me because I'm a woman even though I'm not the one who dealt with him originally. Right now I feel like saying fuck off, blowing up at him, and walking out, so maybe ignore all that talk earlier about enjoying my day job.

When I call him back, I am going to tell him I will not accept being yelled at and if he continues, I will not deal with him. However, I'm so ready to walk the fuck out. Goddamnit, men, why do you make it so easy to hate you. Just because I don't have a dick doesn't mean you can treat me any different from the guys in the office.

I love working in construction, but sometimes, the misogyny kills me. Fuck you, you fucking sexist prick.

Current Mood: angry

I was going to post one of those things to know about me posts, and then I was going to post about all the story ideas I have floating around in my head, but then I had a crap day filled with clients yelling at me and I'm ready to quit and I hate my job. (Just for the moment, I'll be over the hatred as soon as the summer ends and we slow down.)

So you only get this brief whinge and the knowledge that, the posts I've been able to read (I haven't been able to get caught up on my flist since before WisCon at the end of May, and have practically given up on ever reading until the summer is over) have kept me from flipping out on anyone, or throwing things, breaking glass, and quitting. (I came reallyreallyclose once, but managed to hold the screams in until I hung up the phone.) So thank you.

I am going home and staying away from people tonight, so maybe I'll be able to post something worthwhile then.

Current Mood: frustrated

So yeah, I've been feeling lately it's quite like hell around here. I really feel sorry for the installers, out in this weather, especially the ones at the hospital job, where they're working on both the lower levels (hot concrete constantly) and the upper levels (no protection from the sun and heat rises).

Of course, I'm not so sympathetic with the shop guy today. There's no air back there, and normally I feel sorry for him, too, but oh, work has been horrid and I'm ready to strangle him. If I knew I'd have to lie to people this much about their projects, I would have gone to law school.

I have drank probably 80 oz of water so far, not counting the diet Dr. Pepper with lunch and three teas this morning.

Current Mood: hot

No time before bed, because am shattered!

But. I had a bad day at work (which hey, I suddenly realize was like fandom discussions coming alive for me, literally, because it was all "I am not smart enough because I am a woman and do not have a penis and obviously know nothing about construction or automobiles" bad stuff, which I have already ranted about elsewhere and will not rant about here any more than I just did and don't hate me because I don't have a dick, okay?) and I want to make a list of good things. So. Good things.

Good Things on Tuesday:

+ Supernatural Squee. Saw all the twists coming like a mile off, but still I squee. And I am in love with Dean. Oh yeah.

+ Received the CD from

crimson_keys. We are doing our own personal fic exchange for Christmas (because she is the best adopted fannish sister in the whole world, she is writing me a The Lost Boys/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory crossover and I didn't even have to ASK she just started writing it [which means I'd better rent the new version, so I am all up to date, yay netflix]) and she sent me music to inspire me. (Her request of me was to write a Sprite/Marko story; Sprite is an original character from my "The Protector Series" a long set of stories about The Lost Boys.) I think I have found the base song for the story, though I am waiting to make a decision until I a) listen to the rest of the CD (because I am on #5 of 19) and b) get the actual track listing so I can look up lyrics. However it has a specific line which caught my attention: "scorching the blood in my vampire heart"

+ Interesting, intelligent, thought-provoking conversation even in the middle of fights and anger and unnessary accusations. This is the part of fandom I like, when people say things which make me both want to respond and feel completely out of my league when it comes to saying something equally intelligent, etc. back.

+ I'm reading The Ice Limit by Preston and Child. It is one of the few books of theirs I haven't read, and I picked up a first edition at a local used bookstore awhile back. So far it's interesting. I prefer the Pendergast books, but I think this will be good too.

+ While I didn't do NaNo exactly, because I'm the middle of rewriting some original fiction, I did set myself a goal of 50,000 words this month, mostly because I have to do what

thestalkycop does. It's important. As of last night, I've reached my goal, and actually as of today I'm at 53,000+ so I am both pleased and excited. Also a little intimidated, because now I have to keep doing this, since I know I can.

+ I'm about to go crawl into my toasty bed and watch Family Guy before I sleep. Nice.

Current Mood: calm

This is why I don't write at work often.

I left it there. *facepalm* No Oz/Bill/Gambit from me tonight. But I am going to read the other stories, once I finish some original writing. Thank you, anyone who wrote me ficlets. Hee.

I have this terrible, embarrassing love for Aly & AJ, the newest(?) Disney pop stars. I really, really like their CD and absolutely love two original songs, "Rush" and "No One". Their versions of "Walking On Sunshine" and "Do You Believe In Magic" are pretty cute, too.

thestalkycop is the one who first made me listen to pop music and now I can't stop.

To make up for it, I've been on a Manson and NIN kick for the commute to work. (Though today was the Cursed soundtrack because I am absolutely in love with "Little Red Riding Hood". So. Many. Story. Ideas.)

Erm. Really, going to go write now.

Current Mood: *facepalm*

I am having a bad day, most of which isn't worth talking about here, but some of which was exacerbated by problems ordering items from my main supplier. I ask for weatherstrip lubricant, she has no idea what it is--I finally pull it up, what's it called? Weatherstrip lubricant. Gah, people. You're supposed to know more than I do!

I have a sneaking suspicion there is an Oz/Bill/Gambit story waiting in my inbox, maybe two little ones. I am excited, but won't read it until after the gym. I myself have handwritten a little over two pages on one, and want to finish it before I read anything. I am feeling the love, though, feeling it baby.

Today felt like Friday when I woke up (from a dream about story plotting with Sarah, in person, which was nasty to wake up and realize she's back across an ocean again). It's almost over, thank god, and the real Friday should be fun. More fun, at least, but anything would.

Tomorrow night I think my brother-in-law, D., and I are going to have a cheesy horror/sci fi movie marathon with beer and either pizza or chinese. Depends on if we watch The Lost Boys or not. I plan to spend this weekend writing fanfic and catching up on emails I owe people.

Have just had triple chocolate birthday cake and laughter with the guys at work. Feel slightly better. Have less than half an hour of work, then gym, then a diet dr pepper and chicken for dinner.

AND THEN OZ/BILL/GAMBIT STORIES OH YES!