wook77 | Jan. 26th, 2008

I think I want to trash my

hpvalensmut. All I have left is the smut scene but omg, I read over it as a complete work (other than the sex) and it reads like a million and one other versions of this exact same story. I hate it. No, wait, wrong word. I LOATHE it. LOATHE isn't even strong enough. This fic is the suckiest blandest thing I have ever written. It's getting trashed and I'm going to go with something else. *nods emphatically and avoids

janicechess and

yodels who are the poor unfortunate souls who are going to have to beta whatever I do next*

Thankfully, I have to go get my emissions tested tomorrow and I do my best writing in the car or the bathroom. That would be why I've taken to carrying a writing journal with me, literally, everywhere.

Speaking of writing journals - I never did tell you guys that

janicechess got me a journal for my birthday. It is called "The Book of Backfield Play". And OMG. It was made out of an old playbook and heee!!! DIAGRAMS OF BACKFIELD PLAY! *giggles uncontrollably STILL*

Last night was a fairly rough night at Fry's. If I could afford it, I would've walked out. The "manager" on duty disappeared for 3 hours - of which, I spent 45 minutes actively looking for her. Turns out she was "stocking" batteries except, um, no. I was doing that. In fact, all of my coworkers were either socializing for HOURS at a time or missing or on break. Who stocked/faced/straightened the entire home department (that means: electronics, kitchen, towels/domestics, health, beauty, pharmacy, baby, furniture, patio furniture, outdoors, coffee/food storage/misc, automotive, toys, laundry, vacuums, appliances, the promotion aisle, valentine's, various displays of random crap)? Guess. go on. It's an easy one. ME. There were 6 of us and I was the ONLY ONE to do anything all night. And I'm really not exaggerating. They are reviewing the security cameras to confirm it and they found out I was right. All of those people are getting written up THANK GOD.

Add in to all this stress that I found out that my hours were cut from 30 to 18 (instead of the promised 24) and, well, I'm not a happy camper. I told the manager tonight to get it fixed plzkthx. She's a really good lady so she said she'd talk to the scheduler for me.

Then today, day from hell. Work was horrible. I had to deal with filing tax forms and the software, of course, frelling well implodes on me. All I did was back up the database and suddenly I could no longer print the forms I needed. Thank God no one was on the gmailchat because otherwise, they would've had to listen to my copious amounts of cursing the IRS. Especially after the convo I had on Wed or Thursday - ( under here to spare you from the idiocy of the IRS )

So yes, not in a good mood. I'm tired, cranky, poor and I have to go get my emissions tested tomorrow. That means that I have to get gas as I do not have any. The IRS and the DMV - all in one week. Why yes, I am a masochist. How could you tell?

I promise that the happy news will pick back up some day soon.