Bleh.
( feeling sick - maybe a bit TMI )I think they're keeping me on at work. Right now, it's deadline time, with reports due to be handed in all over the place. And the one that was supposed to take 5 days has been going 10 days now. Granted, there were a few days in which I worked on other stuff. But right now....
Ah, heckit. Tomorrow morning when I get in, I'm going to completely plagiarize the code from John's program. As in
completely. You can do that in programming. And they like it when you do it, too.
I hate working in an area when I don't know how it all fits together. And I've never done this before, and it's worse than my usual area. And that's
bad.
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*prods her sj ficathon entry* I want to write a novel. It's only supposed to be 1000 words. But how am I supposed to write to spec in just 1000 words? Hell, I can't keep my flashficathon entries to less than 1000 words!
And I want to write a novel. It's only going to be about 30,000 words. I can do that in six weeks. Really!--
And I really wish the husband of the couple I'm staying with would do his share of the household work. It's
seriously putting me off ever getting married. Yes, I'm a selfish biyatch. If I'm going to pick up after anyone, it's bloody well going to be
me!