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The obligatory rant about work
To the ten billion and three callers who want to talk to the Boss!Man:
Give it up! He's not at the office today. He has forwarded his cell phone here, so you can't reach him that way either. Please, for the love of God, stop calling and asking for him. Calling five times in a row will not make him magically be here to answer your call. He's out golfing, and he won’t be answering his phone. Period.
Funny, how I’m always complaining that my job never changes. I got a new project today, but I don't understand half of it (financial statements for a company, which I'm somehow supposed to transcribe into French from English, even though I do'’t know half the technical terms. Joy.). It's not an interesting project, and it's not one I can really take pride in accomplishing. Oh well. *does it anyway*
"Educated, pissed off and sleep-deprived is no way to go through life, son."
I've been trying to get to bed at relatively decent hours lately, but that doesn't seem to have helped much with the massive amounts of tired that I'm carrying around with me. Got to bed around 10:30 on Sunday, 10:00 on Monday, and 11:00 yesterday (there was dancing yesterday until 10:00, and when I got home I was hungry so I made food). I'm still tired. I'm going to try to sleep in a bit on Saturday, and then Sunday there will be much, much sleeping in.
This whole sleep-deprivation thing is highly overrated. Now that I no longer suffer from massive bouts of insomnia (no matter what my state of mind, if it goes out of whack I stop sleeping. That's guaranteed to make you crazy, trust me), I am determined to enjoy my eight to ten hours of sleep a night. Sadly, that means that other activities have to go by the roadside. So far, it's been the computer. I haven't touched the home computer in many a day now. Possibly close to ten days.
I miss the contact with far-away friends, but sleeping has become more important right now. This shall change on Sunday. Sunday, as I mentioned, there will be sleeping in, and then there will be quality computer time.
Sundays are meant for cooking
And banana bread shall happen on Sunday, too. The bananas should be ready by then.
I have half a mind to try my hand at some chilli, too. That strikes me as a good kind of large meal-type thing that can be frozen and reheated as necessary. Supposing that missing cheque from work ever makes an appearance. Sheesh.
Once again, I'm going to try my hand at actually cooking for myself. This happens about twice a year, wherein I make very good resolutions and keep them for about twelve minutes. Still, it means I get a few good homecooked meals out of the bargain, so I won't complain. Maybe this time I'll be able to keep it up. Even if I don't, it's worth a try.
From the annals of "You can tell you listen to too much country music when..."
I have one lyric for a new song running around in my head. Every now and then I keep trying to add lyrics to it so that I don't have just the one sentence on endless loop, but so far the song is not cooperating. At this rate, it'll be finished in about two years.
Also, I don't think it'll be right for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
random_colour, because it seems to have a distinctly country flavour to it. random_colour emphatically does not do country. Figures. Well, I'm sure I'll find a use for it at some point, if it ever grows up to be a real song instead of one measly lyric and a whole bunch of indeterminate sound bytes fighting it out in my head.
Speaking of sound bytes
One of the managers has given L and me a ticket each to go to a concert next Friday. I don't know what it will be except that it’s "classical" (the manager's term for it), but since I haven't been to the theatre or to a concert or anywhere in a really long time (except for Shakespeare in the Park this summer), I'm quite looking forward to it. Honestly, the only thing that could make it unenjoyable is if it happens to be John Cage, or another of those composers who didn't believe in harmony. Even then, it would still be an interesting evening.
I would really like to start making a wee bit more money. I miss going to the theatre. Back when I was a student and there were discounts for this sort of thing, I had season tickets to something like three different theatres, and I would buy tickets to individual performances, too. I used to go to the theatre at least once a month, always by myself. I always had a good time. If I ever get to be an employee of the bank, we get a decent discount on opera tickets and tickets to the Théatre du Nouveau Monde. Worth investigating, certainly.
I have more to say, but I think that's material for another post.
To the ten billion and three callers who want to talk to the Boss!Man:
Give it up! He's not at the office today. He has forwarded his cell phone here, so you can't reach him that way either. Please, for the love of God, stop calling and asking for him. Calling five times in a row will not make him magically be here to answer your call. He's out golfing, and he won’t be answering his phone. Period.
Funny, how I’m always complaining that my job never changes. I got a new project today, but I don't understand half of it (financial statements for a company, which I'm somehow supposed to transcribe into French from English, even though I do'’t know half the technical terms. Joy.). It's not an interesting project, and it's not one I can really take pride in accomplishing. Oh well. *does it anyway*
"Educated, pissed off and sleep-deprived is no way to go through life, son."
I've been trying to get to bed at relatively decent hours lately, but that doesn't seem to have helped much with the massive amounts of tired that I'm carrying around with me. Got to bed around 10:30 on Sunday, 10:00 on Monday, and 11:00 yesterday (there was dancing yesterday until 10:00, and when I got home I was hungry so I made food). I'm still tired. I'm going to try to sleep in a bit on Saturday, and then Sunday there will be much, much sleeping in.
This whole sleep-deprivation thing is highly overrated. Now that I no longer suffer from massive bouts of insomnia (no matter what my state of mind, if it goes out of whack I stop sleeping. That's guaranteed to make you crazy, trust me), I am determined to enjoy my eight to ten hours of sleep a night. Sadly, that means that other activities have to go by the roadside. So far, it's been the computer. I haven't touched the home computer in many a day now. Possibly close to ten days.
I miss the contact with far-away friends, but sleeping has become more important right now. This shall change on Sunday. Sunday, as I mentioned, there will be sleeping in, and then there will be quality computer time.
Sundays are meant for cooking
And banana bread shall happen on Sunday, too. The bananas should be ready by then.
I have half a mind to try my hand at some chilli, too. That strikes me as a good kind of large meal-type thing that can be frozen and reheated as necessary. Supposing that missing cheque from work ever makes an appearance. Sheesh.
Once again, I'm going to try my hand at actually cooking for myself. This happens about twice a year, wherein I make very good resolutions and keep them for about twelve minutes. Still, it means I get a few good homecooked meals out of the bargain, so I won't complain. Maybe this time I'll be able to keep it up. Even if I don't, it's worth a try.
From the annals of "You can tell you listen to too much country music when..."
I have one lyric for a new song running around in my head. Every now and then I keep trying to add lyrics to it so that I don't have just the one sentence on endless loop, but so far the song is not cooperating. At this rate, it'll be finished in about two years.
Also, I don't think it'll be right for
random_colour, because it seems to have a distinctly country flavour to it. random_colour emphatically does not do country. Figures. Well, I'm sure I'll find a use for it at some point, if it ever grows up to be a real song instead of one measly lyric and a whole bunch of indeterminate sound bytes fighting it out in my head.Speaking of sound bytes
One of the managers has given L and me a ticket each to go to a concert next Friday. I don't know what it will be except that it’s "classical" (the manager's term for it), but since I haven't been to the theatre or to a concert or anywhere in a really long time (except for Shakespeare in the Park this summer), I'm quite looking forward to it. Honestly, the only thing that could make it unenjoyable is if it happens to be John Cage, or another of those composers who didn't believe in harmony. Even then, it would still be an interesting evening.
I would really like to start making a wee bit more money. I miss going to the theatre. Back when I was a student and there were discounts for this sort of thing, I had season tickets to something like three different theatres, and I would buy tickets to individual performances, too. I used to go to the theatre at least once a month, always by myself. I always had a good time. If I ever get to be an employee of the bank, we get a decent discount on opera tickets and tickets to the Théatre du Nouveau Monde. Worth investigating, certainly.
I have more to say, but I think that's material for another post.
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My kitchen is decently equipped, but small. I am open to doing this at either one of our abodes. :)
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