I'm guessing calling someone the "grand and wise, all-knowing Poo-Bah" would reek of sarcasm. But damn if it isn't tempting. I love it (read: hate it) when they expect me to do a job with insufficient access. If I can't access the relevant data, I can't fix the problem!
Anyway, we didn't get stuff done in the two days alloted, so we either have to go back to the drawing board or...IDEK. They tested all this in November! Why did they test it in November if they weren't going to go live until February?
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It is now 36 hours since I wrote that first bit of the post, and in that time I have eaten two truly amazing meals - well, one truly amazing meal, and one pretty darn good one. Both with multiple courses. One rather more expensive than the other (the truly amazing meal).
Holy cow, I will be DREAMING of that meal for some time to come. Let's just say it started with buttermilk curds with beetroot salt and society garlic flowers and that pretty much set the standard of the night.
The problem with holidays: I always try ALL THE NICE FOOD for ALL THE MEALS wherever I am. Because it's new! And tasty! And I'm only here for a couple of days! And I have no self-control at all when it comes to really good food!
(Tasmania has REALLY GOOD FOOD. JSYK.)
And that's even before Salamanca markets tomorrow morning - foodie, crafty, "hippie" heaven. They'll be rolling me onto the plane tomorrow afternoon.
And then there's Chinese New Year dinner at mum's when I get to Sydney.
We're DOOMED. DOOMED, I TELL YOU.
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Okay, so the last day I've gotten writing done. There's The One With Soulmarks (because I got it on my card in Trope Bingo and I had this idea and it's currently 4,600 words and will probably just fall short of 5K.
WHYYYYYY???
There's also The One With Lingerie (for the
pbam Golden Oldies prompt 'Maria/Steve, lingerie').
And The One Where Maria Is A BAMF. Okay, so there isn't really just
one in which Maria is a BAMF. But in this one, she's particularly BAMFy from the get-go. And there's a plot twist! (More twist! More twist!)
Alas, for I left my profic files at home. And have been stressing about my profic writing (or the lack of it) for some time. I've decided to get up 30 mins earlier every morning to write my profic before I go to work. Specifically to write profic, because otherwise it'll just get lost in the fanfic - too easy to do so. So, special time, requiring sacrifice. It's not a bad thing, I just have to go to bed earlier or do without sleep.
So it's a Friday night and I'm sitting in my room at the casino/hotel for this town, listening to the neighbours watch...some movie that's all dramatic music and very loud. And the reason I can hear these neighbours is because there is a connecting door between the rooms which is not soundproofed.
I just hope they're not the 'go at it like bunnies' kind of neighbours like the ones I had once in Canberra. Man, that was awkward.