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blamebrampton) wrote2007-09-25 11:15 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2007-09-25 11:15 pm
AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHH!
This is my last week.
Self: Hurrah! Wednesday off, nothing to do on the weekend, I shall finish off SotF and avoid the wrath of nice internet people and the stern emailed looks ofjadzialove.
Canadian pals on phone: Hello! We're going to be in town! Can we stay with you?
Self: Er, sure. Just got to get some writing done most nights in the study/spare room. Am editor type, you know. Work, yes, work!
CPs: Not a problem, see you Friday.
Tasmanian pal on phone: So, I'll see you in Launceston Friday, yeah?
Self: ARGH! Er, probably, given that you bought me some plane tickets to visit you and make things for you (Hey, hang on! plane tickets cost less than I charge to make things ... er, best not make fuss since now have errant Canadians ...)
Self off phone: OK, so, I give the keys to the neighbour, who gives them to the CPs, who hang out and use the house as a base until we get back Sunday, whereupon we can catch up ... it'll all be fine!
Work: Can you work Friday instead of having a day off? Please? Pretty please?
Self: [Hmmm, that would make life easier with the CPs ... hang on, phone's ringing ...]
Britpals: HELLO! We're in town this weekend! Surprise! Let's catch up!
Self: [To Britpals] Sure. [To work] Sure. [To CPs] See you Friday. [To Tasmanian] Er ... I'll pay to change the tickets to December!
Self to self: This is the universe punishing you for that year you spent in other people's houses freeloading your way around Europe.
Self back to self: Yes, but I cooked, and bought wine, and put out.
Self to usually beloved friends: Lovely to see you, great catching up, must trot off and do a spot of writing now.
Usually beloved friends: Oh, we were just going to sleep in your study. And we have another full day's catching up with you planned for tomorrow!
Self: Oh. Yay!
Self tonight: They're gone! Everybody's gone!
Darling partner: I'm in the middle of rebuilding the good computer, which you had turned on but foolishly left for five minutes, clearly choosing tea over good computer privileges. You can work on the old one.
Self: The old one that doesn't let me post more than 1000 words to lj before it falls in a screaming heap?
DP: That's the one.
Self: [Picks up pen, paper, sighs ...]
Self: Hurrah! Wednesday off, nothing to do on the weekend, I shall finish off SotF and avoid the wrath of nice internet people and the stern emailed looks of
jadzialove.Canadian pals on phone: Hello! We're going to be in town! Can we stay with you?
Self: Er, sure. Just got to get some writing done most nights in the study/spare room. Am editor type, you know. Work, yes, work!
CPs: Not a problem, see you Friday.
Tasmanian pal on phone: So, I'll see you in Launceston Friday, yeah?
Self: ARGH! Er, probably, given that you bought me some plane tickets to visit you and make things for you (Hey, hang on! plane tickets cost less than I charge to make things ... er, best not make fuss since now have errant Canadians ...)
Self off phone: OK, so, I give the keys to the neighbour, who gives them to the CPs, who hang out and use the house as a base until we get back Sunday, whereupon we can catch up ... it'll all be fine!
Work: Can you work Friday instead of having a day off? Please? Pretty please?
Self: [Hmmm, that would make life easier with the CPs ... hang on, phone's ringing ...]
Britpals: HELLO! We're in town this weekend! Surprise! Let's catch up!
Self: [To Britpals] Sure. [To work] Sure. [To CPs] See you Friday. [To Tasmanian] Er ... I'll pay to change the tickets to December!
Self to self: This is the universe punishing you for that year you spent in other people's houses freeloading your way around Europe.
Self back to self: Yes, but I cooked, and bought wine, and put out.
Self to usually beloved friends: Lovely to see you, great catching up, must trot off and do a spot of writing now.
Usually beloved friends: Oh, we were just going to sleep in your study. And we have another full day's catching up with you planned for tomorrow!
Self: Oh. Yay!
Self tonight: They're gone! Everybody's gone!
Darling partner: I'm in the middle of rebuilding the good computer, which you had turned on but foolishly left for five minutes, clearly choosing tea over good computer privileges. You can work on the old one.
Self: The old one that doesn't let me post more than 1000 words to lj before it falls in a screaming heap?
DP: That's the one.
Self: [Picks up pen, paper, sighs ...]
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*coughlaptopcough*
Deep breaths, there's no deadline.
And the nice internet people, though ravenous for the rest of the story, will understand. I guarantee it. A good many of us tend to avoid WIPs, but the waiting is totally worth it if the story is good.
And yours?
So much better than good!
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It's the laptop fairies scaling up from hints to clue-by-fours (bless the American who invented them).
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Viva la comfy chair!
And Yay! for fortuitous payraises!
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Yay indeed. Now to talk to the salary sacrifice people without the fifty minute salespitch ... ("I want one of these, how much a week will it cost for how long?" "Well, the superannuation benefits and pre-tax breaks will include ..." "NOOOO! I just want to know how much for how long, you can have my money, my signature, my credit card! Just stop telling me what a good idea it is after I've already decided to do it!") I think I just remembered why I haven't done this yet ...