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I think I've got to the point where I think I might never be able to go out again.
While it was terribly logical to work tonight on my birthday instead of all the other days, of course it feels entirely different (=crappy) to actually be doing it. The Freelance Overlords (who have recently been kicked into touch by the High-Paying Flybynights) set up not one not two but SEVEN one-hour interviews for me today, finishing at ooh, about 9.30.
Gah.
Yesterday I worked all day, some of the afternoon and (once again) rather a lot of the night (except for the bit where I attempted to console a most miserable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravurian) and I DON'T LIKE IT, I TELL YOU. I want shopping, and walks, and reading books, not fighting with software and firewalls and deadlines.
Still, little E. brought me a strawberry shortcake at 8 am this morning, with a nice gold candle on it. I have just eaten it. I think that counts at dinner. *burps gently*
I haven't eaten anything even vaguely vegetable-like in days. 0.0
Happy Birthday topsychockicken and all other mid-March marvels. Here's tae us, when we finally escape the yoke of oppression that is presently upon us..
Right, off to start the bloody night shift...
While it was terribly logical to work tonight on my birthday instead of all the other days, of course it feels entirely different (=crappy) to actually be doing it. The Freelance Overlords (who have recently been kicked into touch by the High-Paying Flybynights) set up not one not two but SEVEN one-hour interviews for me today, finishing at ooh, about 9.30.
Gah.
Yesterday I worked all day, some of the afternoon and (once again) rather a lot of the night (except for the bit where I attempted to console a most miserable
ravurian) and I DON'T LIKE IT, I TELL YOU. I want shopping, and walks, and reading books, not fighting with software and firewalls and deadlines.Still, little E. brought me a strawberry shortcake at 8 am this morning, with a nice gold candle on it. I have just eaten it. I think that counts at dinner. *burps gently*
I haven't eaten anything even vaguely vegetable-like in days. 0.0
Happy Birthday to
psychockicken and all other mid-March marvels. Here's tae us, when we finally escape the yoke of oppression that is presently upon us..Right, off to start the bloody night shift...
