at work: trying to start the week right;
So I'm at work with the usuals. Started my shift at 5:30 and am running home as soon as I sign out at 2:30 this afternoon. The influx of calls seems to be okay. None have gone past the required window for pulling them, but the faxes and emails, as usual, suck at the volume of their number. ><
Am hungry. Lunch won't be for another two hours, but yeah. Tummy's grumbling. Brought fried fish with mayo-and-ketchup dip. Will be mooching off my teammates for snacks (they've been known to bring crackers and the like) because I fail at bringing my own (Lol, Daddy Nolet just gave me Skyflakes. Lol).
I have an irresistable urge to head home. As in, now. ;____; Punch isn't feeling well. Put out a call to Animal House yesterday to ask why the spot where they gave him his shot hurts and why he's bordering on feverish and the night-shift vet assured me that it's perfectly normal granted this is baby's first Canine Flu shot.
>< Meh. Knowing doesn't help though. He slept well enough all through the night, but this morning when I left he wouldn't stay on his (new and incredibly fluffy) pillow (Mom found it in storage, she decided it was better than his usual pillow) and kept on hiding in the far corner of the room at the foot of Neal's bed.
;_____; I've just sent a text to Mom
homesong asking how he is. Waiting for her reply. Guh. *frets*
Am planning to retype the masterlist of poems for the workshop so that I can redo my marginal notes and make new ones for the set that's being worked on this Saturday. I also need to photocopy and print out the edited version my final paper for submission to Doc Marj. Still can't believe that she wants to use it as a sample in future classes. I'm hoping to post it up sometime on this journal for sharing, but that might have to wait since I need to dig up the coding and such.
For those interested in reading a couple of things that I submitted for class though, my journal discourses can be found via this link. Feel free to comment or react to the entires if you feel like it. They're all reactions to the topics and readings that we took up for the term and range from stuff written by Diane Ackerman to Edward Hirsch to Federico Garcia Lorca on topics such as the duende, the phoenix as a linguistic phenomenon, and the purpose of Form.
The term's coming to a close. As usual, anxiety and relief are walking hand-in-hand.
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Am hungry. Lunch won't be for another two hours, but yeah. Tummy's grumbling. Brought fried fish with mayo-and-ketchup dip. Will be mooching off my teammates for snacks (they've been known to bring crackers and the like) because I fail at bringing my own (Lol, Daddy Nolet just gave me Skyflakes. Lol).
I have an irresistable urge to head home. As in, now. ;____; Punch isn't feeling well. Put out a call to Animal House yesterday to ask why the spot where they gave him his shot hurts and why he's bordering on feverish and the night-shift vet assured me that it's perfectly normal granted this is baby's first Canine Flu shot.
>< Meh. Knowing doesn't help though. He slept well enough all through the night, but this morning when I left he wouldn't stay on his (new and incredibly fluffy) pillow (Mom found it in storage, she decided it was better than his usual pillow) and kept on hiding in the far corner of the room at the foot of Neal's bed.
;_____; I've just sent a text to Mom
homesong asking how he is. Waiting for her reply. Guh. *frets*Am planning to retype the masterlist of poems for the workshop so that I can redo my marginal notes and make new ones for the set that's being worked on this Saturday. I also need to photocopy and print out the edited version my final paper for submission to Doc Marj. Still can't believe that she wants to use it as a sample in future classes. I'm hoping to post it up sometime on this journal for sharing, but that might have to wait since I need to dig up the coding and such.
For those interested in reading a couple of things that I submitted for class though, my journal discourses can be found via this link. Feel free to comment or react to the entires if you feel like it. They're all reactions to the topics and readings that we took up for the term and range from stuff written by Diane Ackerman to Edward Hirsch to Federico Garcia Lorca on topics such as the duende, the phoenix as a linguistic phenomenon, and the purpose of Form.
The term's coming to a close. As usual, anxiety and relief are walking hand-in-hand.