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Christmas decorations finally up in the living room, and other than one or two prezzies (one? I think...), all the gifts that I have bought are wrapped. (And those of you I don't have gifts for, well... give me ideas, dammit, because that's why I'm empty-handed.)
It has been a LONG day. Got up at the hairy asscrack of dawn to get what was supposed to be about two extra hours in at the office, turned out to be one because I apparently dreamt I'd gotten up and showered and ready to go no less than twice between alarm clock snoozepunches. Ah well. Made the deadline by 5 or so minutes. We're *early* on this deadline, I might add, so aside from coming in early so I can leave on time, I feel very little obligation to stay late. There just isn't the incentive to bother. At. All. (Added bonus - this job HAS clear deadlines and hours and positions and management structure, PLUS the drop in the market does not mean a drop in employment - they won't hire folks just because times are a little bit skinny. Insurance is always necessary, and doesn't seem [in my limited understanding] to be affected nearly as badly by economic shifts - folks are still going to renew their property/liability/auto coverage even if their house isn't selling or the dollar doesn't stretch as far. It's a cynically comforting thought, really -- you never realize just how fucking AWESOME something like job security truly is until you've held jobs that make you wonder if a career as a molested altar boy wouldn't be preferable to the commute to and from hell every day.)
Got the writing bug nipping at my heels, but I've been too tired to really sit down for the hour or two I need to write out the basics. Drat. (And my projects from years ago, to type up what I have handwritten in TUBS of notebooks under the bed... Those plans are still on my to-do list. Oof.)
Tomorrow, out with the Dakster. Until then, SLEEP. (Dak, call me - I promise I'll get up, no matter how groggy or dead I sound. Really.)
Later. *thud*
It has been a LONG day. Got up at the hairy asscrack of dawn to get what was supposed to be about two extra hours in at the office, turned out to be one because I apparently dreamt I'd gotten up and showered and ready to go no less than twice between alarm clock snoozepunches. Ah well. Made the deadline by 5 or so minutes. We're *early* on this deadline, I might add, so aside from coming in early so I can leave on time, I feel very little obligation to stay late. There just isn't the incentive to bother. At. All. (Added bonus - this job HAS clear deadlines and hours and positions and management structure, PLUS the drop in the market does not mean a drop in employment - they won't hire folks just because times are a little bit skinny. Insurance is always necessary, and doesn't seem [in my limited understanding] to be affected nearly as badly by economic shifts - folks are still going to renew their property/liability/auto coverage even if their house isn't selling or the dollar doesn't stretch as far. It's a cynically comforting thought, really -- you never realize just how fucking AWESOME something like job security truly is until you've held jobs that make you wonder if a career as a molested altar boy wouldn't be preferable to the commute to and from hell every day.)
Got the writing bug nipping at my heels, but I've been too tired to really sit down for the hour or two I need to write out the basics. Drat. (And my projects from years ago, to type up what I have handwritten in TUBS of notebooks under the bed... Those plans are still on my to-do list. Oof.)
Tomorrow, out with the Dakster. Until then, SLEEP. (Dak, call me - I promise I'll get up, no matter how groggy or dead I sound. Really.)
Later. *thud*
