I'm like my own TLC special.

  • Apr. 4th, 2011 at 5:37 PM
toomuchplor: (arthur wtf face)
I've been having procrastination cascade failure lately -- you know, the sort of thing where you are putting off doing X because doing X means you have to immediately worry about Y and Z, and whole bunch of other letters after that like evil dominos. But the snow is (at last) starting to melt, the sun is shining, and these things usually conspire to make me get off my butt and tackle the Big Things I've been avoiding.

The main Big Thing is my home office. )

TL;DR version: Plor has issues with paper and is really looking forward to the real digital age. And then she thinks about the state of her work Gmail account and wants to cryyyyyy.

ETA: Ahhh... got all the pre-filing done, and about half the actual filing too. Now all that remains is the huge stack of work-related filing (the rest was music/personal life/tax crap related). Tomorrow's goal: finish filing, start figuring out where non-paper things will live, and maybe go shopping for containers for said things. So. Much. Stuff. I hate working from home sometimes.

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Grrf.

  • Sep. 7th, 2010 at 10:08 AM
toomuchplor: (shep tough chin)
Today I'm working on collecting a debt (in the range of several thousand dollars) owed my employers.  This always makes me so grouchy.  I know there are processes and channels for registering complaints but it's all such a giant pain in the ass, and so confrontational and stressful to boot.  Why can't people/businesses just not be assholes and pay up?  WHY?  (Aside: this all comes about as a result of that awesome Icelandic volcano last spring, and a last-minute international tour cancellation, and there is much drama, and lo, we are owed a refund, and lo, it comes not to us.)

This is yet another thing they did not teach me in music school -- along with press releases, grant writing, website maintenance, and uniform design.

And yes, me whining about my job means that it's about to start all over again and I am going to gradually disappear over the next 9 months as the season gets going.  Whoo!  Oh, real life.  You are so all-consuming.

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I'm totally "the man"

  • Jun. 20th, 2009 at 12:05 AM
toomuchplor: (one of those days)
As part of my new role in my job, I've had to take on more of a leadership position as regards rules; specifically, their enforcement.

I have never before had to send out emails that I know for a fact will ruin the days of those on the receiving end. While the emails sent are totally completely justified, I *like* the recipients and I *hate* knowing that these poor kids/young adults are going to be sitting on the other end going, "oh, fuck me. FUCK ME." Yuck. I am not a fan of this feeling at all. My insta-response is that I wish I could just ignore the whole messy situation, but that would be wrong. And also kind of how we got into this mess in the first place, i.e. silence is acceptance for the last 12 years.

SIGH.

Can I go back to being responsibility-free but keep the salary, pls? kthanks.

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*is overwhelmed*

  • May. 8th, 2009 at 1:23 PM
toomuchplor: (one of those days)
Remember how I said that thing, about how RL swallows me whole on occasion? Yep, it's one of those months.

Love you and miss you, lovely online people!

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Grah

  • Apr. 22nd, 2009 at 1:23 PM
toomuchplor: (one of those days)
People who are stressed because they procrastinate about doing their jobs? Yeah, those people should be BANNED from trying to make you feel guilty about not being more helpful solving their (THEIR) problems three hours before the deadline.

This grumpy post brought to you by my (all too) real life.

*stomps away*

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*headdesk*

  • Feb. 16th, 2008 at 9:49 AM
toomuchplor: (implodey)
So I've been dad-sitting -- that is, making sure my father eats and puts away the clean dishes correctly and has enough clean socks -- while my mother is away with new niece #1. And my parents have wifi, because my mom has a weakness for good deals, even though, yes, their single computer is wired and neither of them uses any sort of wireless device. But their wifi is just -- APPALLINGLY SLOW. I've been battling it out with the connection for almost 2 weeks now, hijacking the ADSL line for their digital TV so I have some sort of internet, if only for a six-foot radius around the cable line. This means my dad (over and over again) discovers that the TV 'isn't working' because I forgot to plug the ADSL TV cable back in, and -- well, this is the man who needs someone to monitor his sock usage, he can hardly be expected to remember to plug in the completely obvious cable that's hanging off the TV and hovering over the ADSL box on the floor, right?

Anyway, last night the internet quit entirely, so I trundled into the basement, located the wifi router, and unplugged it to reset it.

The wifi?

NOW WORKS. IT IS FAST AND USEFUL. NO MORE JACKING THE TV LINE WOOT.

Except, of course, I'm going back home tomorrow, and I'm spending all day today doing moving stuff.

Two weeks of pain for nothing, yo.

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Fic Woe

  • Jan. 21st, 2008 at 5:27 PM
toomuchplor: (mckay whine)
Don't you hate it when you write 3000 words all in one go, then GRIND TO A PAINFUL HALT as you question the entire 10 pages you've just churned out?

I hate it. Lots.

Sigh.

Is it okay if I...

  • Jan. 15th, 2008 at 12:58 PM
toomuchplor: (one of those days)
...unload for a moment here?

Tired. Got no real break over Christmas, am stressed by several jobs at once, moving, and my life in general.

Anyone want to take over being me for a while? I'm truly sick of it. Sick of questioning why I do the work I do, if I will ever be any good at it, if I made the wrong choice when I left pre-med aeons ago, if I will always be alone, if my life is passing me by, if I am forever going to be dissatisfied with myself.

GAH.

Seriously, just. Sick of myself.

[/pity party]

In other news -- oh, *flist* )

Tick tock tick tock...

  • Dec. 14th, 2007 at 4:23 PM
toomuchplor: (kick ass ronon)
*coughs*

6500 words and counting.

*coughs*

UNDERMISTLETOE SWEET JESUS

  • Dec. 13th, 2007 at 10:16 AM
toomuchplor: (it's not cute being this easy)
Okay, I realize this is becoming an annual tradition for me, but sadly... my [livejournal.com profile] undermistletoe entry is due, oh, TOMORROW. And yeah...nothing. I sit and stare at the blank Word document in mute horror. Woe.

Before I flail and surrender to [livejournal.com profile] svmadelyn's tender mercies, I thought I would give my flist a try -- inspiration, please? I don't have huge amounts of time before midnight tomorrow but I can probably manage a decent ficlet (5000 words?) given the right idea. Last year the amazing [livejournal.com profile] beeej came to the rescue and the startlingly long The Theory of Acquired Characters was the end result -- so, see, I *can* be manipulated! *hopeful grin*

My prompt is for Harlequin Week: either Expecting His Royal Baby or Rich Man's Vengeful Seduction. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking either. God! All I have is visions of terrifying mpreg.

Bleed, damn you!!! BLEED

  • Nov. 8th, 2007 at 4:29 PM
toomuchplor: (mckay whine)
Oh my LORD can I please get my period NOW?

PMS-induced whining )

Of the good-- [livejournal.com profile] thingswithwings' latest story.

Of the PMS-induced madness-- my latest story.

And of the random randomosity-- the word 'ganache'. It's like, the French took a Hindu god and made it into delicious cake. Go, French, go!

*piteous moans*

  • Oct. 8th, 2007 at 11:25 AM
toomuchplor: (mckay whine)
I have the flu. Or something. Whatever it is, I have an awful headache and a sore throat and my legs and back are sore. WTF.

On a happier note, I heart my new roommate. Not the one who stays in his room 24/7 and watches anime and spits in the kitchen sink (?EW.) but the one who saw me stagger out of my room this morning complaining of yucky illness, and has since washed dishes (none of which are his, he was away all weekend) and taken out the garbage and the recycling.

Yay!

Ow, my head.

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oh noes...

  • Dec. 23rd, 2006 at 4:09 PM
toomuchplor: (mckay whine)
You know how yesterday I was all *flail* and *unproductive* and *procrastinatey*?

Well, that came back and bit me in the ass today. Woke up feeling mildly sick, went blithely about day doing that mature thing (lalalalala I can't FEEEEEL you, I'm pretending there is NO COLD, lalalalala) where you act like nothing's wrong, nosedived with shivers, aches, nausea, and general exhaustion during a rehearsal. And now am huddled under duvet with puppy, iBook, hot soup, and a general sense of BLEARGH. With, yes, several hours' worth of work left to do today.

Oh, fuck, and I need a piano mike by tomorrow.

*staggers off to find phone and call music store*

See, the thing about being The Music Director for a church is that there is no such thing as calling in sick, especially not on Xmas. I told our pastor I was feeling sick and he said, "Too bad! See you tomorrow!" (he's a warm-hearted man.)

Okay, so... anyone have any pod!fic I could listen to (I've listened to Pru's), or maybe an episode (S1) of SGA I could rewatch for some particular marvelous moment? I don't think I'm quite up to reading, sadly. *shivers*

*is pathetic*

Dammit, and I was supposed to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] sparktastic tonight!

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Kick my bum!

  • Dec. 4th, 2006 at 1:43 PM
toomuchplor: (so spank me)
Okay, so I have a fic due for [livejournal.com profile] undermistletoe on WEDNESDAY and I apparently have NO MUSES. This never happens to me! I'm way too Type A to fail at a challenge!

Any ideas? My prompt is to write an SGA fic based on "Never Been Kissed" -- as loosely based as I like. Obviously I'm now working on a *shorter* fic. *sigh*

Ideas, thoughts, threats, bribes, and general ass-kickery welcome.

Want. To. Write.

  • Mar. 15th, 2006 at 12:15 AM
toomuchplor: (Default)
I wish I had time to write. I reread bits and pieces of Here Comes the Flood (my last completed RPS fic) over the past 2 hours and was overwhelmed with sadness that I don't seem to have time or energy for writing lately. RL is just too much. I think the biggest part of it is that I feel the need for an entire day off -- just one -- so I can recharge. It seems that those days are always taken up by illness, like my body is seizing its chance to be sick. My last whole non-sick day off was -- *checks calendar* -- February 25. And of course my next *actual* day off is -- *checks calendar again* -- March 24.

I'm tired just thinking about that. Is it just me or is that excessive? *sigh* I love my work, I really do -- at least on days not like this one, which was particularly emotionally trying and stressful. But I just need downtime. More than once a month. Please. I *dream* about two days in a row at this point.

I guess it's bedtime. [/pity party]

I *want* to write, everyone! I do! But -- 27 days between days off. Yeah.

Just know that I miss it lots, and all of you. *hugs flist at large* I'll be back with the creativity as soon as life slows down a little bit.

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