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Work, work, work...
May. 23rd, 2002 05:51 pmUp to my eyeballs in it, both personal and professional. It was actually a pretty bad day at work, so I'll leave it at that.
I'm home, after another gracious ride from Nomadmwe. Must settle down and get more pictures scanned for the yearbook I was waylayed into designing. Got the radio on, boots are off. Not a bad thing.
The more I thought about last night's West Wing, the more pissed I get. I'm angry that a program I so respect took my suspended disbelief and almost made me choke on it. Back in the 50's, everyone portrayed on TV was happy and bouncy and wonderful. Nowadays, if every character isn't absolutely miserable it's not "gritty" and "realistic" enough. For Pete's sake, isn't there a happy medium? I don't want the saccharine sweetness back, but I'd like slightly more level viewing fare. I understand what the writer was going for, but it still pissed me off.
Bahh.. whatever. I have bigger fish to fry...
Like the fact that I was told today that there might not be a job for me at the school in a month.
(Insert stream of expletives here.)
(Sorry, couldn't hold them back anymore.)
They couldn't have told me this *Back In The Spring* when there was a snowball's chance in hell that I could get a summer job. No, no; now I get to sit and wait and hold my breath and pray to the higher powers that I can hang on by my teeth until the second full week of August. Nomadmwe can collaborate; no one wants to hire at this late date for the summer. And what happens if they hold onto me for this month, and then let me go? There's no way on earth that I'd be able to get a job for little over a freakin' month. If I did get a job, I'd have to at least work all of August, making the Pennsic confirmation I just got via email Completely and Utterly Moot.
*grumblemublefuck*
And here things were starting to look up...
Ahh well. I can hope that business turns around.
But I should go get a snack and get back to the yearbook.. Ohh! good news! I can chew a little now! Laughter really is the best medicine, as all the laughing I did last night stretched things out almost to normal.
- K.
I'm home, after another gracious ride from Nomadmwe. Must settle down and get more pictures scanned for the yearbook I was waylayed into designing. Got the radio on, boots are off. Not a bad thing.
The more I thought about last night's West Wing, the more pissed I get. I'm angry that a program I so respect took my suspended disbelief and almost made me choke on it. Back in the 50's, everyone portrayed on TV was happy and bouncy and wonderful. Nowadays, if every character isn't absolutely miserable it's not "gritty" and "realistic" enough. For Pete's sake, isn't there a happy medium? I don't want the saccharine sweetness back, but I'd like slightly more level viewing fare. I understand what the writer was going for, but it still pissed me off.
Bahh.. whatever. I have bigger fish to fry...
Like the fact that I was told today that there might not be a job for me at the school in a month.
(Insert stream of expletives here.)
(Sorry, couldn't hold them back anymore.)
They couldn't have told me this *Back In The Spring* when there was a snowball's chance in hell that I could get a summer job. No, no; now I get to sit and wait and hold my breath and pray to the higher powers that I can hang on by my teeth until the second full week of August. Nomadmwe can collaborate; no one wants to hire at this late date for the summer. And what happens if they hold onto me for this month, and then let me go? There's no way on earth that I'd be able to get a job for little over a freakin' month. If I did get a job, I'd have to at least work all of August, making the Pennsic confirmation I just got via email Completely and Utterly Moot.
*grumblemublefuck*
And here things were starting to look up...
Ahh well. I can hope that business turns around.
But I should go get a snack and get back to the yearbook.. Ohh! good news! I can chew a little now! Laughter really is the best medicine, as all the laughing I did last night stretched things out almost to normal.
- K.
