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[apocalypsos]

You know you're having a bad day when you spend the entire time opening your water bottle, muttering, "Please be booze, please be booze," then being bitterly disappointed when you take a sip and it's still stupid water. For that reason alone, today would have been a perfect day to find Jesus. Bastard knew all the useful bar tricks.

On a better note, I've figured out that if I go into work early and email myself bits of Monsters of Minooka, I get more writing done. So, you know ... yay, me. :)

Comments

[crevette.livejournal.com]

I love you.

[idadebeautreux.livejournal.com]

Hee, I do that all the time - I get good amounts of downtime at work, so I'm constantly emailing story-parts to myself. Or I shuttle it around on a disk or lipstick drive.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Well, I figured out that the reason I work harder at writing more when I get to work early is because people keep coming in and trying to pass off work on me, and "La la la, I can't hear yooooooou, I have my headphones on and I'm writing, la la laaaaaaa ...". Hey, whatever works, especially since I'm over the hump of the halfway mark. :)

[idadebeautreux.livejournal.com]

I think I'd get in trouble if I got caught writing at work so I unfortunately have to work in tiny snippits with another window I can click over to quickly in case my boss wanders into the lab, heh.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Up until one o'clock, they don't bother me because I'm not officially working, and they don't mind if I use the computer for anything else before I'm on the clock. After one, I'm so busy I can barely think, so writing isn't even a priority for those eight hours. (Or longer, if things get frantic and they dump everything in my lap like they did today. Argh.)

[idadebeautreux.livejournal.com]

Wow. Luuuuuuu-ucky! My boss does go home by 1 or 2 most days... in summer, I use that time to duck out early and go to the beach.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

God, I wish I could duck out of work early. As it is, I never miss because I swear, if I did, the entire place would fall apart without me. (I wish I was exaggerating, but right I'm doing all of the problem packages, nearly all of the data entry, and this week they dumped most of the message queue on me. God knows what I'd find if I missed a day.)

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

If you missed a day, you'd probably walk in not to your office, but to a small tribe of cavemen living in cardboard boxes and clothed in address labels and printed out reports.

Which almost makes it tempting, if you promised to take your camera in with you.

You'd find...

[idadebeautreux.livejournal.com]

Mass chaos, dead bodies and mashed potatoes!

[xturtle.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I spent my last day of high school tipsy because a friend handed me his water bottle when I was thirsty. I took a big leaping gulp... of vodka. Since that day, I've had the same tendency to hope that the beverage in my ever-present bottle has transubstantiated itself into something that will kill the brain cells that remember whatever kind of crap day I'm having.

Never works. Bah.