If you were in my movie
Work kinda killed the will to write. Not too much. Sit Rep being I was sick for a few days. To come back to yee old print shop to find a new girl in my proverbial chair. Few days later bossman asks if I was okay. Was I ruffled by this new girl who I knew. Who had worked under me at the local literary magazine. No, I'm all professionalism. But I did mention it gave me a start, walking in to find new girly all smiles and firmly planted. The next weekend bossman books me and the shop manager at two conventions. One in Miami and the other Orlando for the last two weekends of Feb. Nice yea? I'm stoked until I realize the conflict with dates I've been telling him about since Sept. Dates and events, that he, himself wanted to attend. Grrrrr. I say onto thee.
Well, a few days after that he mentions again if I'm okay. I repeat, no. I'm fine. I get it. Just an extra pair of hands. No harm and no foul. But I was a bit shocked and that for a second I had the natural "I've been replaced" feeling. To remove the PC sugar, he offhandedly said that I'm the pretty one. I wouldn't be replaced. Couldn't be replaced because I clean up better than he does as well as new girlie and her 330lb 21 year old self. Now, I'm fine with being thought of as the pretty face. Because he even admitted it, I've got the smarts to back it up. Which new girlie doesn't have either. But because she's technically "Unemployed" she sits around the office all day picking up these projects which should be thrown to me. I get paid pretty much on a per project basis. Because I don't drive the hell's half acre out there, I'm not getting projects.
Oh, I get the gratis projects. I get the "lay the ground work so we can make more money later" projects. But my billable hours, which aren't billable would be $400ish just since Monday. What will I get? Probably like $50. No good. I was fixing to ask if anyone wants to work gratis for a portfolio project or something on some website copy, but I’m not feeling very helpful at present. At least not on Yee Old Printshop’s site. I’ve got a culinary website that’s gonna need some if someone’s bored and really needs a piece for a portfolio review. I'm really not sure what I'm going to do about this. Bitter!Lauren isn't a good thing. I've got to shake this or work it out soon. It'll all work out well and fine but for the next week or so, I'm not a happy print monkey on the inside. On the outside, business as usual. Happy faces! Wow, well... that was a bit more than expected.
I've really started to get into NCIS. The characters and the cast themselves seem like people I'd like to know. It's a love of people who like to develop themselves as individuals. Regardless, it's further proof that every good show I enjoy needs a bastard. I've gotten my hands on most of season 5, what has aired of season 6 and I'm getting the discs of season 1 from Blockbuster. I'm playing catch-up and loving every perp, bolo, sit rep, military riddled moment of it.
Monday marks the beginning of honest to goodness teaching. Well, sorta. I've done some teaching before, but now I get to have classes to myself for two weeks. 5th - 8th grade social studies are mine. All mine! Muahahahaha. The final two weeks of the semester I am Sensei. Nice!
Because the weather is so fantastic, I'm thinking about setting up my tent in the back yard. It's fenced in. The neighbors are all blind old folks or away. It'd be great! Just me and Emma and I'd have a loo right nearby. No pulling boats into the water, paddling up to a boat house that may or may not be open to take my morning constitutional.
I wore my university sweatshirt at job #2 today. I love playing soccer with the kids. While playing the other day one of the boys, 4th grade noticed my state school heat saving clothing. He looks at me and yells “HA! Gators Rule!!” then does the gator mouth thing with his arms. Everyone of the field stops and looks at him. A few go “No! Gators drool! FSU! Yay!” I couldn’t help but laugh. One of the kids turns to me and says “Yea! Gators are gonna kick your butt!” It only made it funnier and the boy had to ask why. I looked at them all and said “My school doesn’t even have a football team! We’re so smart we don’t need football.” Oh man, the look on some of their faces was priceless. Then they started to try to figure out what the W stood for and where it came from. I love geography.
Man, the iPhone is still made of awesome. I found an amazing site that has tons and tons and more tons of free ringtones for various phones, but most every file has an iPhone equivalent.
Emma is back from the groomers and if she isn’t the cutest thing on four legs in at least a mile radius. She’s just so sweet and adorable. Just not so adorable when she’s got a teething fit. Only two teeth left to come in and do they ever send her into an occasional fugue of gnawing. Problem being the flexible nylabones are too soft as she’s got adult teeth in her mouth. See exhibits 1-5 of mauled teething bones. She gets them into pieces in less than 24 hours, but she likes them better then the harder durable bones.
Brainstorming for the birthday is in the works. Kinda want to go ice skating... Ideas welcome.
Well, a few days after that he mentions again if I'm okay. I repeat, no. I'm fine. I get it. Just an extra pair of hands. No harm and no foul. But I was a bit shocked and that for a second I had the natural "I've been replaced" feeling. To remove the PC sugar, he offhandedly said that I'm the pretty one. I wouldn't be replaced. Couldn't be replaced because I clean up better than he does as well as new girlie and her 330lb 21 year old self. Now, I'm fine with being thought of as the pretty face. Because he even admitted it, I've got the smarts to back it up. Which new girlie doesn't have either. But because she's technically "Unemployed" she sits around the office all day picking up these projects which should be thrown to me. I get paid pretty much on a per project basis. Because I don't drive the hell's half acre out there, I'm not getting projects.
Oh, I get the gratis projects. I get the "lay the ground work so we can make more money later" projects. But my billable hours, which aren't billable would be $400ish just since Monday. What will I get? Probably like $50. No good. I was fixing to ask if anyone wants to work gratis for a portfolio project or something on some website copy, but I’m not feeling very helpful at present. At least not on Yee Old Printshop’s site. I’ve got a culinary website that’s gonna need some if someone’s bored and really needs a piece for a portfolio review. I'm really not sure what I'm going to do about this. Bitter!Lauren isn't a good thing. I've got to shake this or work it out soon. It'll all work out well and fine but for the next week or so, I'm not a happy print monkey on the inside. On the outside, business as usual. Happy faces! Wow, well... that was a bit more than expected.
I've really started to get into NCIS. The characters and the cast themselves seem like people I'd like to know. It's a love of people who like to develop themselves as individuals. Regardless, it's further proof that every good show I enjoy needs a bastard. I've gotten my hands on most of season 5, what has aired of season 6 and I'm getting the discs of season 1 from Blockbuster. I'm playing catch-up and loving every perp, bolo, sit rep, military riddled moment of it.
Monday marks the beginning of honest to goodness teaching. Well, sorta. I've done some teaching before, but now I get to have classes to myself for two weeks. 5th - 8th grade social studies are mine. All mine! Muahahahaha. The final two weeks of the semester I am Sensei. Nice!
Because the weather is so fantastic, I'm thinking about setting up my tent in the back yard. It's fenced in. The neighbors are all blind old folks or away. It'd be great! Just me and Emma and I'd have a loo right nearby. No pulling boats into the water, paddling up to a boat house that may or may not be open to take my morning constitutional.
I wore my university sweatshirt at job #2 today. I love playing soccer with the kids. While playing the other day one of the boys, 4th grade noticed my state school heat saving clothing. He looks at me and yells “HA! Gators Rule!!” then does the gator mouth thing with his arms. Everyone of the field stops and looks at him. A few go “No! Gators drool! FSU! Yay!” I couldn’t help but laugh. One of the kids turns to me and says “Yea! Gators are gonna kick your butt!” It only made it funnier and the boy had to ask why. I looked at them all and said “My school doesn’t even have a football team! We’re so smart we don’t need football.” Oh man, the look on some of their faces was priceless. Then they started to try to figure out what the W stood for and where it came from. I love geography.
Man, the iPhone is still made of awesome. I found an amazing site that has tons and tons and more tons of free ringtones for various phones, but most every file has an iPhone equivalent.
Emma is back from the groomers and if she isn’t the cutest thing on four legs in at least a mile radius. She’s just so sweet and adorable. Just not so adorable when she’s got a teething fit. Only two teeth left to come in and do they ever send her into an occasional fugue of gnawing. Problem being the flexible nylabones are too soft as she’s got adult teeth in her mouth. See exhibits 1-5 of mauled teething bones. She gets them into pieces in less than 24 hours, but she likes them better then the harder durable bones.
Brainstorming for the birthday is in the works. Kinda want to go ice skating... Ideas welcome.