So, it's real mighty Texas cold tonight. Freezing rain, loss of power, reading by candlelight cold. The juice came back recent-like, and lo, a journal entry appears.
I suppose I'll look back on these frigid moments in a couple of months and giggle nervously. You know, when it's 90 degrees at 2 in the morning, and humid like Swamp Thing's nether regions. Yep, boy, sure was nice when it was freezing-ass cold! Shucks howdy!
For those keeping score, it's week four of probation. I wish I could say things are sunshiny, but things just...are. I still have work, I still have a job, no one's giving me the "you're befucked" vibe or the Evil Eye...but not getting a lot of feedback either. Just working, doing the job, hoping it's sufficient.
In the meantime, I'm having dreams about work. The one last night, spooky. I was at a party ... inside the scripting tool. I was walking around in a half-constructed game room, talking to people I don't know. Very TRON, I suppose, but a sign that my subconscious is most a'skitter with this shite. I want to dream in anime, I get work. The mind boggles.
The silver lining: I actually get money back from the Taxman this year. Money am nice, mm-hmm. Might be needing it real soon!
I need sleep. Preferably sleep without any special guest appearances from work-related images.
I suppose I'll look back on these frigid moments in a couple of months and giggle nervously. You know, when it's 90 degrees at 2 in the morning, and humid like Swamp Thing's nether regions. Yep, boy, sure was nice when it was freezing-ass cold! Shucks howdy!
For those keeping score, it's week four of probation. I wish I could say things are sunshiny, but things just...are. I still have work, I still have a job, no one's giving me the "you're befucked" vibe or the Evil Eye...but not getting a lot of feedback either. Just working, doing the job, hoping it's sufficient.
In the meantime, I'm having dreams about work. The one last night, spooky. I was at a party ... inside the scripting tool. I was walking around in a half-constructed game room, talking to people I don't know. Very TRON, I suppose, but a sign that my subconscious is most a'skitter with this shite. I want to dream in anime, I get work. The mind boggles.
The silver lining: I actually get money back from the Taxman this year. Money am nice, mm-hmm. Might be needing it real soon!
I need sleep. Preferably sleep without any special guest appearances from work-related images.
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April: aint you just the luckiest? I pulled a 12 hour shift! Envy of you rolls off me like them wavy lines off Route 66 at high noon.