Well, the income tax is done...
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rolanniI'd sorta been thinking I'd have some downtime yesterday at the day-job. Silly me. I did manage to put period to the final follow-up detail on a "special project" (read, in addition to my normal workload, but with no extra pay) that was supposed to take "a few hours" of my time in July. Of course, it wound up taking many hours of my time throughout the fall semester, when I was crushed under the weight of five separate searches, one of which received more than 300 applications. But! that project at least is done, gone, dead, dead, DEAD. And there was much rejoicing.
Today, I did have some few hours to while away as I awaited an Executive Decision from the boss. I spent the time reading a New Yorker article about a "narrative artist" (as distinct from, oh, an illustrator, a description which he rejects) and outlining the next chapter of Mouse and Dragon, which is continuing to be Great Fun (or at least I think so). Tomorrow, the Executive Decision having been made as of late in the afternoon, I will actually have to work at work, which is, like, Totally Unfair.
One of the other things I learned while making posters this week is that...I don't get the whole race thing. I thought the Ideal was transparency. I see -- a girl! She has pretty eyes, and long, dark hair, and... Not so, apparently. I had made a poster using a certain model (who was, if I just may say so, perfect), showed it to the person in charge of the event -- who told me to redo the poster, using a "less provocative" model. The provocation? The model was Asian.
Oh, well. They pay me by the hour. But the replacement poster is...boring.
On the home front, the income taxes are ready to go to the accountant. Which isn't quite the same thing as being "done" but feels like it. My next task is to catch the accountant in the office and nail down a time when we can get together.
Edited to add: We have the authors' copies of the Duainfey mass market in house!
Today, I did have some few hours to while away as I awaited an Executive Decision from the boss. I spent the time reading a New Yorker article about a "narrative artist" (as distinct from, oh, an illustrator, a description which he rejects) and outlining the next chapter of Mouse and Dragon, which is continuing to be Great Fun (or at least I think so). Tomorrow, the Executive Decision having been made as of late in the afternoon, I will actually have to work at work, which is, like, Totally Unfair.
One of the other things I learned while making posters this week is that...I don't get the whole race thing. I thought the Ideal was transparency. I see -- a girl! She has pretty eyes, and long, dark hair, and... Not so, apparently. I had made a poster using a certain model (who was, if I just may say so, perfect), showed it to the person in charge of the event -- who told me to redo the poster, using a "less provocative" model. The provocation? The model was Asian.
Oh, well. They pay me by the hour. But the replacement poster is...boring.
On the home front, the income taxes are ready to go to the accountant. Which isn't quite the same thing as being "done" but feels like it. My next task is to catch the accountant in the office and nail down a time when we can get together.
Edited to add: We have the authors' copies of the Duainfey mass market in house!
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Date: 2009-02-11 10:33 pm (UTC)Aha. And which is yet another reason why genre fiction ought not to be taught at the college level.
*descends from hobby-horse*
I have had some ...interesting... discussions with faculty members in the past about whether this-or-that poster was "true," which just makes me want to put my head down the desk and weep. The graphic is suppose to pull the eye, which will then hopefully be tricked into Reading the Words, which the mind will find Interesting, thus motivating the Whole Meatloaf to attend the event. Sort of like -- cover art! But, some people, they worry, bless their hearts...