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Is the week over yet? (NaNoWriMo content)
Nov. 23rd, 2005 11:52 amYesterday was a nightmare in terms of work. Everything went wrong. Luckily, it doesn't appear to have spilled over into today. The reason for yesterday's craziness is mostly due to the fact that all the managers have a two-day retreat in North Hatley on Thursday and Friday, and so they're all scrambling to get their stuff done before they leave.
The TMI Manager doesn't know how close she came to serious bodily harm yesterday, after she bitched that I hadn't stapled her paperwork correctly. For one thing, the triviality of the complaint alone was enough to make me snap, and for another, I had stapled her papers exactly the way they had been given to me. She realized her mistake about twenty minutes later, so I was vindicated, and I managed to sit on my hands long enough not to strangle her.
I finally clambered back on the NaNoWriMo bandwagon, after not writing for five days straight. The laptop that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ai731 so generously lent to me while Cleo is at the computer-doctor's sadly doesn't allow me to keep track of wordcount, and so I'm stressing a bit, as I have no way of knowing whether I'm on track or not. It doesn't even show the page numbers, so I can't really approximate how many words I've written, either.
I'm hoping to get my work onto a disk and slip it into my computer here at work or something, to see if I can get a wordcount here. If not, I shall ask some kind soul to take my disk and email me my own work so that I can then copy it into the word processor on my mother's computer.
My parents are still in France, still doing fine. My mother has given up on trying to use the computer, and is, according to my father, writing me a postcard as we speak. I received her letter last week, which was long and rambling and much fun. It also reminded me what beautiful handwriting my mother has. Very few people have nice handwriting these days, but my mother still writes in something very close to the script she must have been taught in boarding school.
I shall be doing some more writing at lunch. I have lots of catching up to do, especially since I'm not sure how much writing I'll be able to do this weekend. Ten thousand words in eight days is doable, right?
I have to write a post about the Barenaked Ladies' concert on Monday. Perhaps later.
The TMI Manager doesn't know how close she came to serious bodily harm yesterday, after she bitched that I hadn't stapled her paperwork correctly. For one thing, the triviality of the complaint alone was enough to make me snap, and for another, I had stapled her papers exactly the way they had been given to me. She realized her mistake about twenty minutes later, so I was vindicated, and I managed to sit on my hands long enough not to strangle her.
I finally clambered back on the NaNoWriMo bandwagon, after not writing for five days straight. The laptop that
ai731 so generously lent to me while Cleo is at the computer-doctor's sadly doesn't allow me to keep track of wordcount, and so I'm stressing a bit, as I have no way of knowing whether I'm on track or not. It doesn't even show the page numbers, so I can't really approximate how many words I've written, either.I'm hoping to get my work onto a disk and slip it into my computer here at work or something, to see if I can get a wordcount here. If not, I shall ask some kind soul to take my disk and email me my own work so that I can then copy it into the word processor on my mother's computer.
My parents are still in France, still doing fine. My mother has given up on trying to use the computer, and is, according to my father, writing me a postcard as we speak. I received her letter last week, which was long and rambling and much fun. It also reminded me what beautiful handwriting my mother has. Very few people have nice handwriting these days, but my mother still writes in something very close to the script she must have been taught in boarding school.
I shall be doing some more writing at lunch. I have lots of catching up to do, especially since I'm not sure how much writing I'll be able to do this weekend. Ten thousand words in eight days is doable, right?
I have to write a post about the Barenaked Ladies' concert on Monday. Perhaps later.
