and there's still going to be an orientation, which I sure as shit hope they don't expect me to do for nothing.

My idealist side wants to say they won't, but my much stronger inner cynic bets that they will want you to.

To which you should serve them fuckoff mignon, with a side of bite me sauce.

Thanks, everyone. Sigh. Stupid life.

ETA:

To which you should serve them fuckoff mignon, with a side of bite me sauce.

Yes, but see then I will be playing into the perception that I'm "not a team player," which could haunt me when I ask for recs next year. Fuckos.

Damned if you do...

Le sigh, Pix. I got nothin'.

Summer's coming?!

Today continues to suck horny toads.

I just got lectured for setting myself up for disappointment because I said that the only way I might feel vindicated about this contract, stupid as it might be intellectually, would be to succeed at a much higher level of expectation.

Giving as an example, the New York Times.

Which somehow translated to "Why should you expect to hit the NYT with your third book when hardly anyone does that? You're setting yourself up to be unhappy!"

No. No I'm not. I'm fucking angry. Right now.

Big difference.

I'm a realist.

I know I'm not going to hit the NYT. I never said I was going hit the NYT. I'm just saying it would be one measure of success that would make me feel better about the whole mess.

I didn't think I could get angrier.

Geez, Pix. I think you're probably right. And that sucks. I totally have my fingers crossed you get the new job THIS year. Sheesh.

one trick is to run your hands through their kibble

This trick convinces Puppycat that it is all OMG brand new food.

I am sorry you are having such stress, Kristin. It sounds like you are stuck between a rock, a hard place and a really shitty precipice.

Good on you, Erin, for realizing how you feel and calling to find a therapist. Can't mentally control brain chemistry but you are totally taking care of yourself.

I HATE brain chemistry. I want to take it out back and throw rocks at it. It's stupid.

I just want to be happy and productive and not a big freak.

Sorry, I am in a piss-poor mood. I think I need to retreat to bed with a big biography of Colette.

I HATE brain chemistry. I want to take it out back and throw rocks at it. It's stupid.

I just want to be happy and productive and not a big freak.

I know.

Me too.

You know, bed and Colette sounds like the perfect solution tonight.

We need to get brain gelatin molds so we can make Jello brains, then stab them.

P-C! I got the CD today. Thank you so much! We are excited to listen to it :) In related news: [link]

SQUEE!