Ask somebody to run lines with you! Pretend it's "role play" job training! That would work, right?
Man, I feel you. If I could get back all the time I spent in indentured servitude while stuff that needed doing went unaccomplished... I could add *years* to my life. Unfortunately it would be years in my 80s and 90s, when winning at bingo would be the high point of my day, rather than rock-climbing or cutting a demo or building houses for Habitat. ...which, let's be clear, would not have been what I was doing with that time I was held an inactive captive in the office. But there would have been more clean laundry and more errands taken care of, and more books read and discussed.
Our new cubicles are half the height with clear tops 18 inches from the top of the desks. If I sit up straight, I can't see anyone elses computer, but I can see anyone who's leaning back in their chair. If I lean back, I can see other people's computer. I have an actual wall behind me, but I'm the first you see when you come around the corner from the elevator. So I need to be mindful of what's on my computer screen. Fortunately I tend to webpages with fanfic text rather than pictures.
I work in a building with an elevator! This thrills me stupidly. I've always worked in make-do and old buildings. This is new and shiny and modern.
And I can watch it rain.
I'm working at the library bookstore tonight. So far not that many sales, but I have met some interesting people, and I think I'm going to leave with too many books again.
I have a cold and too much work to do in the hours I have. Plus when I get home tonight I have to clean for the cleaning lady. Don't wanna. But do want clean house.
Send more spoons. And Friday isn't here yet. Ugg.
I found a spoon in my purse. Sadly it was a literal spoon and not a metaphorical spoon. I could use those.
Sorry, omnis. I can't find any.
all of ours need to be washed. literally.
and perhaps figuratively!
Then my spoon turned metaphorical because I met people who want me to shoot their diabetic cat but they are totally awesome so I think I made local political allies and new friends and I likely am going to get paid to shoot their cat as well. I fled eventually because Too Much Social but I think it's a long-term good thing.
Shoot=give the cat a shot, right? Because I got a nasty jolt there.
