Anything-can-happen Day

[rolanni]

Oh, let’s see. . .the day-job. The less said on that head, I think, the better. On to pleasanter things, like –

The arrival of a royalty check! Yes! Royalty check! Not, I’m sorry to say, for Duianfey, nor for Longeye, neither of which has earned out — but Fledgling has.

Honestly, that kid. . .

What else? Did the dishes, took out the trash, opened up George’s file, meaning to write “a page” — that’s about 250 words, for those who count.

Wound up with a little more than five pages, finishing up a scene and a chapter. Not too bad on the day.

Tomorrow, alas, it’s back to the day-job and the damned data entry. A colleague suggested that I take a picture of the fruits of my labors, to include in my self-evaluation at merit report time. I can take the picture, but I’m pretty sure that no one who is actually in a position to do something about merit raises is going to understand what the picture means in terms of pure, physical labor.

. . .I once — no, I’m wrong — I twice left jobs where the ex-boss had to hire two women to replace me.

You take your black humor where you find it.

Progress on The Book Presently Known as George:
3,528 words/100,000 OR 3.53% complete

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[trolleypup.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! My old job (bookkeeper) the bosses disliked me (and it was mutual) for being generally uncomfortable and unrestful...the only reason they didn't fire me was because they were too cheap to replace me (with the number of hours it would take to do so) and too lazy to do my job themselves (never mind doing it correctly).