Mar. 1st, 2010

*yawn*

Mar. 1st, 2010 10:58 am
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In theory, I was supposed to start work today. However, due to the weather being bad on Thursday and Friday, I couldn't go for my pre-employment drug test until Saturday and they won't get the results until today, so I basically get a pass on starting work until they call, which from the way they made things sound last week won't be until later today.

Three-day weekend! Woohoo!

So, after enjoying a bit of a lie-in this morning, I'm going to shower, pack up ye olde laptop, head over to the cafe, and see if I can't get some sort of organization going on with my disaster of a to-do list. I got absolutely nothing written in February and what I really need to do is sit down with all of my WIPs and do a status-of-the-writer post. You know, a status more involved than "irritated that the words won't fucking come."
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You know what I think? I think government should get out of the marriage game in every way, shape, and form, I think marriage licenses should only expire if you're one of those fucknuts who thinks marriage is what locks straight people into procreating and you haven't knocked up your wife or been knocked up by the end of the first year of marriage, and I think this is one of the stupider fucking questions the writer's block has generated.
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So in my section at work there were two other temps who were in my training class, one of whom sat in the cubicle next to me. She was very vocal whenever she had a problem and she missed a few days, but in general she was a nice person to have around.

Then came last week. There were tons of rumors going around about the temps, and whether or not our contract would be ending, and if we'd even have jobs come the first of March. We'd all been told that the contract would end in March, and that the majority of us would not be getting hired on, so it wasn't as though it would come as a great surprise if we were. However, the company itself was mum for the same sort of security reasons you'd imagine.

On Thursday, our supervisor called me over to her office and told me I'd be getting hired on (\o/) but the other two temps in our department wouldn't. She asked me to not tell the temp who sat next to me (the other temp who sat on the other side of the room called off the last two days of the week due to the weather) and I told her I wouldn't, because let's face it ... not my place. I spent a lot of Thursday running up to HR and filling out paperwork and whatnot, and by the time I came back, the temp next to me had already figured it out. (Hell, everyone had figured it out by then, as I found out on Friday.) After I came back from HR on Thursday, she confronted me, but in more of a teasing "I knew it!" sort of a way.

She wasn't in on Friday, but then again lots of people weren't in on Friday due to the weather. Since then, we've been texting back and forth and quite frankly, she's starting to piss me off. The texts went from understandably upset to basically being all, "Well, they're horrible liars and when the health care reform passes they're going to fire everybody and the last people hired will go first and I feel really sorry for you because you'll be first." I think she was starting to get pissed at me for not responding to some of her texts, but seriously, what does she expect me to say to that? Because I only barely retrained myself from texting back, "WTF is wrong with you?!"

For real, I did not fire you. I did not ask them to hire me and make you leave. You do not need to tell me that after finally getting a full-time permanent job, it won't matter anyway and I'll be unemployed in a few months whatever I do. Is it true? Maybe. Do I give a shit? Oh, fuck, no. It's a shitty economy and you work as hard as possible and hope for the best. I showed up every day I was supposed to, even when my transmission blew. I got higher daily averages than all of the temps in my department. I showed up for nearly every single day of overtime offered since the moment I got out of training. If you wanted to be hired, YOU should have done the same.

It's just so fucking childish, especially considering this woman is ten years older than I am. *sigh*
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At the moment I have four different files open on my desktop. So let's go with those for now.

The first is a list of details and whatnot for the checklist of things I need to edit in the new draft of Heroine Addiction. I've been fleshing out the answers on and off for the past week, and I'm hoping to get the last three problems that need working on fleshed out tonight so that I can print it out and bring it all with me to work this week. (As soon as I can go to work, anyway ... still no call from HR to come in tomorrow.) I'm really never a big fan of the editing part of writing, and when it comes to editing I find it a lot easier to fix the spelling and punctuation and whatever than the content for the obvious reasons that ... well, they ARE easier.

The second is my Big Bang. All I've got right now is the header, which sucks because obviously it'd be nice if I had pretty much anything written. I still want to do the same idea, which is pretty impressive considering I've usually changed my mind half a dozen times by now. I just need to watch a few episodes to get a grasp on the characters again. But as the Flying Spaghetti Monster is my witness, there WILL be femmeslash!

Anyway, the third is This Way To The Egress. I haven't looked at it since November. I had six thousand words or so by the time I put it aside, which gives me enough of a word count to make me not want to put it aside permanently. I really need to refine the hell out of it, because I want to go a sort-of mock autobiography direction with it, and I'm terrified it'll start tilting Mary-Sue-ish.

The fourth is Cherry Bomb. Another one I haven't touched in a while, this one since January. I love the story, I do, but I currently feel like I need to work on the lead character a little, if only because I'm finding her partner waaaaay more interesting (she's a bit Parker-esque, so she's more than a bit nuts). That said, I just need to sit my butt in a chair and pound out some damn words already.

I've got a few other stories to work on, of course -- the GPW edit is still on, and I've got Blood Red Carpet and Nearly Departed and Gilded lying around gathering dust, AND I would have fun writing a gay paranormal romance, I think -- but right now I'm just trying to latch onto something that wants to be written, which is a bit harder than I'd like.

I just really really really really really really really really really really really really REALLY want to get published already. Ahem. *beams*

*

I'm opening the floor to questions just to see if it'll spark some inspiration, so if anybody's got any questions about the stuff I'm currently writing, now's the time to ask. :)
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This Way To The Egress:

6909 / 100000


Big Bang:

309 / 20000


Cherry Bomb:

2413 / 100000


Woohoo! I wrote some stuff! Not a lot of stuff, but I wrote it. So there. :)

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