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Feb. 9th, 2014 09:45 amStill enjoying this bungee-cord variation of a cold. It goes, then it comes back, then it goes, then it comes back, then it goes...
It is, I think it's fair to say, making me fucking cranky. Mostly due to the sore throat and constant desire to sleep more. (So if I have snapped anyone's head off, or sat in a sulky corner being incommunicative, that's why. I feel like butts and have done for over two weeks now. It's not personal.)
At least it's nearly payday already. Yey short February.
They are dangling the possibility of fixing my goddamned contract at work again. *drums fingers* I'm going to believe it when I see it.
There are things going on and the rumor mill is spinning about rennovations and lab redesigns, and they're advertising for a whole extra new technical person to be there full-time and now no one knows if they're going to be our manager or just a random new bod, since technically V is senior technician and if they take that away from her it's going to piss her off something fierce.
So there's that. Reading between the lines and with the way we were told, it's phrased like they don't want any of us to apply for this new position, they want us to stay where we our in our respective departments, so that's... something or other, I guess.
Yey uncertainty.
I posted fic for the first time in like a year and a half this week as well. It seems to have gone OK.
To be fair, that fic has been sitting in my gdocs in various stages of incompletion for at least 9 months so it's not really been as long a break as it feels like, it's just been the SLOWEST FIC IN THE WORLD to do re-writes on. Probably because of the content; it's hard to get into the right mindset for slow-burn, indulgent BDSM fic when you're thinking about work/bills/what to cook for dinner/mundane real life bullshit.
So many WIPs, languishing in an uninspired mire...
It is, I think it's fair to say, making me fucking cranky. Mostly due to the sore throat and constant desire to sleep more. (So if I have snapped anyone's head off, or sat in a sulky corner being incommunicative, that's why. I feel like butts and have done for over two weeks now. It's not personal.)
At least it's nearly payday already. Yey short February.
They are dangling the possibility of fixing my goddamned contract at work again. *drums fingers* I'm going to believe it when I see it.
There are things going on and the rumor mill is spinning about rennovations and lab redesigns, and they're advertising for a whole extra new technical person to be there full-time and now no one knows if they're going to be our manager or just a random new bod, since technically V is senior technician and if they take that away from her it's going to piss her off something fierce.
So there's that. Reading between the lines and with the way we were told, it's phrased like they don't want any of us to apply for this new position, they want us to stay where we our in our respective departments, so that's... something or other, I guess.
Yey uncertainty.
I posted fic for the first time in like a year and a half this week as well. It seems to have gone OK.
To be fair, that fic has been sitting in my gdocs in various stages of incompletion for at least 9 months so it's not really been as long a break as it feels like, it's just been the SLOWEST FIC IN THE WORLD to do re-writes on. Probably because of the content; it's hard to get into the right mindset for slow-burn, indulgent BDSM fic when you're thinking about work/bills/what to cook for dinner/mundane real life bullshit.
So many WIPs, languishing in an uninspired mire...
