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Friday started out perfectly average and became a long slow spiral of despair. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
idriya informed me, early and rightly, that part of the arc of Chapter 1 was just not working and needed an overhaul, and I could totally have gotten the revisions done in time if my afternoon had not then been taken up with photos for an update of the website half of the school store, the complete dissolution of the day's newsletter, and my car needing a tow AGAIN. WHYYYYYYYY.
Ahem.
The school store thing wouldn't have been so bad except Joy decided to make me take the pictures, and - why, hello there, anxiety! D: I am not a photographer, I have never aspired to be a photographer, and the shitty excuse for a digital camera that we have at home has in no way prepared me for the giant lovely best-camera-in-the-office that is replete with lenses and features and other things I do not understand. And then they found a kid to model the clothes. I'd say I couldn't imagine how anything could have been worse, but then I had the rest of my afternoon.
My supervisor is a very busy woman, and she doesn't always remember everything she's supposed to do. The newsletter has become entirely my responsibility, but three-quarters of the time, she's the one who ends up with the photos/video/what have you, and she only sometimes remembers to put those files where I can get to them. I finally forced myself to ask for them - not as easy as it might sound - and she gave me the video before something came up and she got stuck on the phone, which meant I had two problems. One, I still did not have the photos; and two, getting the video so late was going to mean I would have to finish the newsletter from home, because after it uploads it needs to be "processed", which takes at least half an hour.
Fine, I said to myself. Self, you can just go home and open the processed video, take some screencaps and put those in as photos, and everything will be fine. Also, by then, $Other Person who has failed to send you $Thing for the newsletter will surely have sent it!
So I got in my car, started wisely driving home the middling-short route because the short route would be a sea of mud, and promptly got stuck in the mud on the middling-short route. Fortunately, there was a guy down the road with a truck and a tow-strap, and my car has two little eyelets that are the perfect place for tow-hooks; everything worked out as best it possibly could, given that the anxiety issues were going to make this unpleasant no matter what. Plus, I did not have enough time to think myself into throwing up! \o/
To make a long tl;dr short, I took the pictures, I got my car unstuck from the mud, and by the time I got what I needed from the person, it was already 8:00 pm and I had unilaterally decided not to send the newsletter out with only one thing in it. And I only cried a little. :P
But! I had a lovely weekend, I did my taxes and watched RED a second time and made a round of restructuring/rewriting edits that metidriya's approval, hence the posting yesterday. And today's going rather nicely so far, too.
Which, RED, omg. Of course there were things I did not like: they killed Morgan Freeman and removed Helen Mirren from the action, and as I recall the only conversation Sarah and Victoria have is about Frank. :P They blew up the woman who was following them, andMcCoy Karl Urban's lady boss turned out to be evil and got shot. I am also pissed that we never met Stephanie Chen, who set everything in motion by being a fantastic reporter and then died. :/ Unawesome.
BUT. This was so much more my speed than Never Let Me Go that it practically made my head explode. It was funny! And sweet, in that understated I-shot-you-but-not-in-the-head way! There were explosions! People were in a bad situation and they did something about it and were also badass. I would hugely prefer it if it had been less faily in other respects, but it was still very enjoyable to watch. Would lol again.
And as long as I'm here, I might as well put in a small hair update. It has been three weeks since I took my first shower with no shampoo, and I believe I am exiting the nasty-dry-icky phase. \o/ My hair is starting to turn nicely soft and shiny; the frizz is not gone, but it is also not worse, and I think I'm starting to detect an improvement in its manageability, although that could be wishful thinking. Still, I'm definitely going to give it another week - honestly, unless I wake up tomorrow and it's purple and sticking straight up, I'm probably going to stick with it, just because it's SO MUCH SIMPLER than remembering to buy shampoo and which brand to get and where is it and do they still have the right one and augh.
Also, it is April, which means Script Frenzy! Surprise, I am rewriting something: TLA, to be specific, because ow, and also, yay, an excuse to mentally recast it! Good times. :D And I have already started Chapter 2 - I have learned my lesson, I make no promises as to when it will be done, but at least I'm past that initial lump of beginning.
idriya informed me, early and rightly, that part of the arc of Chapter 1 was just not working and needed an overhaul, and I could totally have gotten the revisions done in time if my afternoon had not then been taken up with photos for an update of the website half of the school store, the complete dissolution of the day's newsletter, and my car needing a tow AGAIN. Ahem.
The school store thing wouldn't have been so bad except Joy decided to make me take the pictures, and - why, hello there, anxiety! D: I am not a photographer, I have never aspired to be a photographer, and the shitty excuse for a digital camera that we have at home has in no way prepared me for the giant lovely best-camera-in-the-office that is replete with lenses and features and other things I do not understand. And then they found a kid to model the clothes. I'd say I couldn't imagine how anything could have been worse, but then I had the rest of my afternoon.
My supervisor is a very busy woman, and she doesn't always remember everything she's supposed to do. The newsletter has become entirely my responsibility, but three-quarters of the time, she's the one who ends up with the photos/video/what have you, and she only sometimes remembers to put those files where I can get to them. I finally forced myself to ask for them - not as easy as it might sound - and she gave me the video before something came up and she got stuck on the phone, which meant I had two problems. One, I still did not have the photos; and two, getting the video so late was going to mean I would have to finish the newsletter from home, because after it uploads it needs to be "processed", which takes at least half an hour.
Fine, I said to myself. Self, you can just go home and open the processed video, take some screencaps and put those in as photos, and everything will be fine. Also, by then, $Other Person who has failed to send you $Thing for the newsletter will surely have sent it!
So I got in my car, started wisely driving home the middling-short route because the short route would be a sea of mud, and promptly got stuck in the mud on the middling-short route. Fortunately, there was a guy down the road with a truck and a tow-strap, and my car has two little eyelets that are the perfect place for tow-hooks; everything worked out as best it possibly could, given that the anxiety issues were going to make this unpleasant no matter what. Plus, I did not have enough time to think myself into throwing up! \o/
To make a long tl;dr short, I took the pictures, I got my car unstuck from the mud, and by the time I got what I needed from the person, it was already 8:00 pm and I had unilaterally decided not to send the newsletter out with only one thing in it. And I only cried a little. :P
But! I had a lovely weekend, I did my taxes and watched RED a second time and made a round of restructuring/rewriting edits that met
idriya's approval, hence the posting yesterday. And today's going rather nicely so far, too.Which, RED, omg. Of course there were things I did not like: they killed Morgan Freeman and removed Helen Mirren from the action, and as I recall the only conversation Sarah and Victoria have is about Frank. :P They blew up the woman who was following them, and
BUT. This was so much more my speed than Never Let Me Go that it practically made my head explode. It was funny! And sweet, in that understated I-shot-you-but-not-in-the-head way! There were explosions! People were in a bad situation and they did something about it and were also badass. I would hugely prefer it if it had been less faily in other respects, but it was still very enjoyable to watch. Would lol again.
And as long as I'm here, I might as well put in a small hair update. It has been three weeks since I took my first shower with no shampoo, and I believe I am exiting the nasty-dry-icky phase. \o/ My hair is starting to turn nicely soft and shiny; the frizz is not gone, but it is also not worse, and I think I'm starting to detect an improvement in its manageability, although that could be wishful thinking. Still, I'm definitely going to give it another week - honestly, unless I wake up tomorrow and it's purple and sticking straight up, I'm probably going to stick with it, just because it's SO MUCH SIMPLER than remembering to buy shampoo and which brand to get and where is it and do they still have the right one and augh.
Also, it is April, which means Script Frenzy! Surprise, I am rewriting something: TLA, to be specific, because ow, and also, yay, an excuse to mentally recast it! Good times. :D And I have already started Chapter 2 - I have learned my lesson, I make no promises as to when it will be done, but at least I'm past that initial lump of beginning.