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31/10/06 22:10I dunno if it's the weather or the election or the stars or the holiday or random chance, but this week has been the weirdest one on the job in recent memory. I can usually go at least two, three weeks without having someone get mad at me about something; it's been three or four in the last week, including someone who thinks that it's my fault that the library sent her an overdue notice. And who thinks that an overdue notice and a fine of nothing is worth somebody losing their job. (And I don't know whether something's wrong with my paycheck, but I only got paid for working part-time instead of half part-time and half full-time.)
It's been balanced out by a lot of good stuff too, but--with the week that I've had, it's not entirely surprising that I got halfway through my poem and totally blanked on the rest. But somehow I didn't let it upset me, and somehow I got through the rest of my stories all right, and it was in a 150-year-old chapel that was very neat. (One guy took one look at my get-up and remarked, "I didn't think the devil would go into a church." Hereabouts, I can never quit be sure whether that was meant as a joke).
ETA: at this point I must add that a girl picked up my flier for "manga night," with such fun as Japanese snacks and kanji "tattoos," and upon being told what exactly a kanji was, replied, "That's hot." :D
When I was stressing out over my master's paper I ended up doing endless amounts of these, a sort of logic-puzzle like a more binary version of Sudoku. So of course when I saw them in borders as "O'ekaki: Paint by Sudoku," I had to pick them up. Ah, stress relief. Obsessive-compulsive stress relief.
It's been balanced out by a lot of good stuff too, but--with the week that I've had, it's not entirely surprising that I got halfway through my poem and totally blanked on the rest. But somehow I didn't let it upset me, and somehow I got through the rest of my stories all right, and it was in a 150-year-old chapel that was very neat. (One guy took one look at my get-up and remarked, "I didn't think the devil would go into a church." Hereabouts, I can never quit be sure whether that was meant as a joke).
ETA: at this point I must add that a girl picked up my flier for "manga night," with such fun as Japanese snacks and kanji "tattoos," and upon being told what exactly a kanji was, replied, "That's hot." :D
When I was stressing out over my master's paper I ended up doing endless amounts of these, a sort of logic-puzzle like a more binary version of Sudoku. So of course when I saw them in borders as "O'ekaki: Paint by Sudoku," I had to pick them up. Ah, stress relief. Obsessive-compulsive stress relief.