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Aug. 4th, 2002 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingHmm. Work sucked as usual, but I worked with Jan, who rocks, so that was okay. Did a line run with her of scene 2 in Business of Murder, and I think I mostly know that scene now. Now all I have to do is get Act 2 down, preferably by 11am tomorrow, which seems unlikely. *sigh*
Had a brief victory over the evil pranksters on a particular line at work. After they called about seven or eight times in a row, I just picked up the phone and started reading Simon Schama's A History of Britain (which I'm currently reading) at them until they hung up. After the second call they didn't bother continuing to call back. Yay me.
This entry for some reason, seems like the most beautiful piece of prose I've read today. I don't know why, whether it's the rhythm or the flow, or what. It's not long, and it's not deep. And I'm not on drugs. Hmm.
I'm insanely jealous of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alanafish's "pondering" icon. Mostly because I wish I'd thought of it first. *pouts*
Anyway. So. Feeling that crappy heavy abdomen feeling that I always get when I'm depressed. Not as bad as I've gotten it before; on the scale of 1 (not depressed) to 10 (very depressed), it's prolly only about a four. Still, it's the mankiest feeling in the world and I hate it. I'm going to put it down to the fact that Dad got me up extremely early, I'm tired, stressed, and I know that conflict will come soon in the mode of trying to rearrange my shifts at work for later this month during the performances of BoM. I really, really hate conflict. I get the manky iron-weight-at-the-base-of-my-rib-cage feeling, and my lungs often feel slightly constricted; probably a really stupid asthmatic reaction to fear.
Asthma: Hey, I know! Let's tighten up the lungs at the first sign of the fight-or-flight response so you can't do either effectively!
Stoopid asthma. *kicks it*
Started sketching Monday's comic at work. Haven't even finished the pencils, let along the inking and colouring etc, and I have work until 9pm tomorrow night which I didn't know about until yesterday. This is not a good sign.
I don't know about you, but I'm definitely feeling homicidal tonight.
Oh, and we had Imbolc celebrations Thursday night. Sara brought a really funky cake for agape/cakes & ale, as it was Carol's birthday on Friday. I wrote the ritual, and it rocked. Go me. Carol's party's tonight, but I couldn't go because of work.
So: work gossip.
Tanya's boyfriend has broken up with her, to my vague surprise. Those two are one of the "established couples" that are on the periphery of my life, the sort you don't really think about. I would have been more surprised if Tanya had broken up with her boyfriend, though. Her relationship with him always reminded me rather uncomfortably of the sort of relationship a battered wife has, although she was neither his wife nor (as far as I know) battered. It was the emotional subservience which scared me.
Alex has also disappeared from the second half of this month's roster, leading to much wild suspicion. Okay, people asking me if I know what's going on, which is laughable, as I only work Friday and Saturday evenings. In Daniel's old shifts, actually. There's a thing. I agree with the most prevalent rumour, that he's been sacked. Especially after I spoke with Jan tonight, and found out he's refused to take calls from a special company (henceforth known as Wilburforce). Wilburforce is a company which is reasonably large, and paying large amounts of money. We got the contract through the state government, and are all sworn to secrecy. Said company only has a few of the staff at work actually trained for it, one of which being Alex. Considering the high volume of calls we receive, and the fact that each call is more labour-intensive than usual (as they even have their own special database), the idea that he would suddenly refuse to take calls from that company is, to me, unthinkable. So: Alex, Model Employee, may have been sacked. I dare say I'll find out more later.
God, I want a new job. I wonder if there's somewhere that will appreciate my good English and reasonable computer skills, intelligence, imagination, barely-passable drawing ability and good phone voice who will give me a job that pays reasonably well and has flexible hours. I suspect the only industry that fits is the phone sex industry. *sigh* Maybe phone sex for nerds, who want me to talk about uploading their data, or something, I don't know.
Oh, just read the MacHall news post: I had been feeling down because ours wasn't shown during their week of guest strippage, and I thought I'd put together a pretty good effort considering (especially considering the script was cobbled together in no time at all, with no pre-ponderage). They got OVER 90 GUEST STRIPS. That's a whole lotta lovin'. I'm just glad I uploaded our strip to Wackiness, now.
Wow. For some reason I'm just about speechless at today's (to stretch the temporal truth a little) MacHall. I'm incredible awe and jealousy of the amazing style Ian has anyway, and then he has to go and do something like panel 2 and blow me all away. Like the LJ entry I linked to before, there's nothing overtly special about it, but somehow it just seems amazing. Maybe I really am on drugs, I don't know.
Noticed that Daniel's finally turned up on my LJ codes page, so he's finally taken advantage of the code a gave him. No entries yet, so either he hasn't written anything, or he's put all his posts on friends only. I miss him. I used to have a great time with him at work when it was just the two of us, and we could talk or whatever. Made work seem not like work. I wonder if he misses me too, but I've decide he probably doesn't, or at least doesn't think about me. I'm sure Liam and Nat would miss me if I disappeared from the face of the earth, but probably not many more. Some people would probably be relieved, but then that's probably true of anyone.
You know what I want more than anything else in the world right now? To write to someone overseas, or at the very least out of this state. Someone who I've never met. Any LJer will do. Anyone who wants a letter/postcard/both from me, please email me your address. Really, I mean that. Maybe I'll even put stickers on the letter, how about that? I'll even put on tacky Australian animal stickers or something if you're not Australian. I'll go out of my way to go to the tourist shop in Melbourne Central for you. How's that for an offer? Please? I just have a strange obsession with sending and receiving real, handwritten letters at the moment.
This is what happens when I'm feeling morbid and depressed and in charge of an LJ client. Sorry 'bout that.
Had a brief victory over the evil pranksters on a particular line at work. After they called about seven or eight times in a row, I just picked up the phone and started reading Simon Schama's A History of Britain (which I'm currently reading) at them until they hung up. After the second call they didn't bother continuing to call back. Yay me.
This entry for some reason, seems like the most beautiful piece of prose I've read today. I don't know why, whether it's the rhythm or the flow, or what. It's not long, and it's not deep. And I'm not on drugs. Hmm.
I'm insanely jealous of
alanafish's "pondering" icon. Mostly because I wish I'd thought of it first. *pouts*Anyway. So. Feeling that crappy heavy abdomen feeling that I always get when I'm depressed. Not as bad as I've gotten it before; on the scale of 1 (not depressed) to 10 (very depressed), it's prolly only about a four. Still, it's the mankiest feeling in the world and I hate it. I'm going to put it down to the fact that Dad got me up extremely early, I'm tired, stressed, and I know that conflict will come soon in the mode of trying to rearrange my shifts at work for later this month during the performances of BoM. I really, really hate conflict. I get the manky iron-weight-at-the-base-of-my-rib-cage feeling, and my lungs often feel slightly constricted; probably a really stupid asthmatic reaction to fear.
Asthma: Hey, I know! Let's tighten up the lungs at the first sign of the fight-or-flight response so you can't do either effectively!
Stoopid asthma. *kicks it*
Started sketching Monday's comic at work. Haven't even finished the pencils, let along the inking and colouring etc, and I have work until 9pm tomorrow night which I didn't know about until yesterday. This is not a good sign.
I don't know about you, but I'm definitely feeling homicidal tonight.
Oh, and we had Imbolc celebrations Thursday night. Sara brought a really funky cake for agape/cakes & ale, as it was Carol's birthday on Friday. I wrote the ritual, and it rocked. Go me. Carol's party's tonight, but I couldn't go because of work.
So: work gossip.
Tanya's boyfriend has broken up with her, to my vague surprise. Those two are one of the "established couples" that are on the periphery of my life, the sort you don't really think about. I would have been more surprised if Tanya had broken up with her boyfriend, though. Her relationship with him always reminded me rather uncomfortably of the sort of relationship a battered wife has, although she was neither his wife nor (as far as I know) battered. It was the emotional subservience which scared me.
Alex has also disappeared from the second half of this month's roster, leading to much wild suspicion. Okay, people asking me if I know what's going on, which is laughable, as I only work Friday and Saturday evenings. In Daniel's old shifts, actually. There's a thing. I agree with the most prevalent rumour, that he's been sacked. Especially after I spoke with Jan tonight, and found out he's refused to take calls from a special company (henceforth known as Wilburforce). Wilburforce is a company which is reasonably large, and paying large amounts of money. We got the contract through the state government, and are all sworn to secrecy. Said company only has a few of the staff at work actually trained for it, one of which being Alex. Considering the high volume of calls we receive, and the fact that each call is more labour-intensive than usual (as they even have their own special database), the idea that he would suddenly refuse to take calls from that company is, to me, unthinkable. So: Alex, Model Employee, may have been sacked. I dare say I'll find out more later.
God, I want a new job. I wonder if there's somewhere that will appreciate my good English and reasonable computer skills, intelligence, imagination, barely-passable drawing ability and good phone voice who will give me a job that pays reasonably well and has flexible hours. I suspect the only industry that fits is the phone sex industry. *sigh* Maybe phone sex for nerds, who want me to talk about uploading their data, or something, I don't know.
Oh, just read the MacHall news post: I had been feeling down because ours wasn't shown during their week of guest strippage, and I thought I'd put together a pretty good effort considering (especially considering the script was cobbled together in no time at all, with no pre-ponderage). They got OVER 90 GUEST STRIPS. That's a whole lotta lovin'. I'm just glad I uploaded our strip to Wackiness, now.
Wow. For some reason I'm just about speechless at today's (to stretch the temporal truth a little) MacHall. I'm incredible awe and jealousy of the amazing style Ian has anyway, and then he has to go and do something like panel 2 and blow me all away. Like the LJ entry I linked to before, there's nothing overtly special about it, but somehow it just seems amazing. Maybe I really am on drugs, I don't know.
Noticed that Daniel's finally turned up on my LJ codes page, so he's finally taken advantage of the code a gave him. No entries yet, so either he hasn't written anything, or he's put all his posts on friends only. I miss him. I used to have a great time with him at work when it was just the two of us, and we could talk or whatever. Made work seem not like work. I wonder if he misses me too, but I've decide he probably doesn't, or at least doesn't think about me. I'm sure Liam and Nat would miss me if I disappeared from the face of the earth, but probably not many more. Some people would probably be relieved, but then that's probably true of anyone.
You know what I want more than anything else in the world right now? To write to someone overseas, or at the very least out of this state. Someone who I've never met. Any LJer will do. Anyone who wants a letter/postcard/both from me, please email me your address. Really, I mean that. Maybe I'll even put stickers on the letter, how about that? I'll even put on tacky Australian animal stickers or something if you're not Australian. I'll go out of my way to go to the tourist shop in Melbourne Central for you. How's that for an offer? Please? I just have a strange obsession with sending and receiving real, handwritten letters at the moment.
This is what happens when I'm feeling morbid and depressed and in charge of an LJ client. Sorry 'bout that.
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Date: 2002-08-03 10:37 am (UTC)So don't do it.
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Date: 2002-08-03 04:35 pm (UTC)wilbur-who?
Date: 2002-08-06 03:44 am (UTC)Anyway I have your Neil Gaiman book, and a longing to have lemongrass saute chicken with you and Jan again, so it would seem we need to make a date. And of course I miss you :) 'sjust you went so long without ICQ, and neither of us likes phonecalls very much. *dry laugh*
Re: wilbur-who?
Date: 2002-08-07 07:12 am (UTC)'s funny, I was almost fired by Anth just before I took time off from Relic, but coming back afterwards I didn't loathe the place quite so much. So no firing for me! Yay.
Yeh, ICQ was farking up my computer something shocking, then I installed Trillian and suddenly it was working again! So yay for Trillian, the magical, mystical wossname program.