January 17th, 2009
|02:57 pm - I'm a ramblin' chick.|
Oh, sweet fucking tap-dancing Christ, I'm exhausted. Really ridiculously exhausted. My body completely forgot how to work a twelve-hour night shift, to the point where I was so tired this morning I nearly drove off the road. Faaaaabulous.
I'm trying not to think about the rumors I heard around the place last night. They haven't come true yet so I'm hoping these won't come true either. But basically what we're hearing now is that the main company wants to cut jobs and the local place is trying to keep as many people as possible until we get busy again by rotating the two-week layoffs. My aim right now is to resist the temptation to use my shiny new personal days at all, take the layoffs when I can, and hope they don't shut the plant down. God, this entire situation sucks on toast. Someone remind me to buy a Powerball ticket before I go to work. Maybe all of the bad luck I've had my entire life has accrued some sort of good-luck surplus in my name somewhere and I'll luck into $150 million. Hell, at this point I'd take $150.
I just saw a commercial for the Moonlight DVDs. Heh. All I think of when I see that is that chick who stole all that money from the Moonlight fans.
I need a haircut in the worst way. I'm trying to grow it out again but I really want to trim it up this time so it looks less like a rat's nest as it grows, and I can't afford to run to the salon every couple of months to neaten it up right now. Yuck. Oh, and I bought red hair dye a few weeks back and I still haven't done my hair again. Actually, I haven't done it in a long time, so most of the red's grown out. I think I'm putting it off until I get a trim. Yeah, that'll probably be sitting in my bathroom for a while.
Someone needs to keep me the hell away from the clothing section at Etsy. I am particularly not allowed to buy this no matter how happy it makes me just that it exists.
Also, writing! I should do some. I probably will not get any done today, thanks to the dryer debacle which I can't even recall right now if I told you guys. (Basically, boiled down -- my mom bought me my cousin's old dryer, she asked me to have my landlord take my old non-working dryer out, I ask the landlord, he says sure and asks when my dad wants his help, my mom says just to make sure it's out and my dad will install the other one later, my landlord says ... look, whatever, it doesn't matter, these people are friends, why am I the one playing phone tag aside from the fact that it's my apartment? BAH.) I could be working on the novel I have to finish or the stories I still have to work on, but instead I'm killing time until the landlord shows. On the plus side, I forgot how having so much time at work to let my mind wander lets me play creatively with new ideas. I have an idea for another story. It might not work out. I still have to carve out the details. But it's good. It's really good. There's a library and strong women who aren't skinny shopaholics or ripped asskickers and my usual hopeless addiction to urban fantasy. I like it bunches even now, at its barest bones. I seriously hope it'll polish up nice.
In other news, my mom's doing a fabulous job of keeping my goody bag away from me until I finish The Grand Prize Winner. I have a frightening suspicion that she might ask me to prove I finished, which ... eh, maybe not so much, it's my first draft, I don't feel comfortable being anywhere near it, much less letting anyone else look at it right now when it's a mess.
And here's Keith Olbermann, alternately depressing me and making me giddy that Tuesday's rapidly approaching:
Good cheesy Lord, we're getting rid of that jackass. FINALLY. \o/
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