lifeyness

People who yell at me: guess what? *I*, the one calling center person, am not, in fact, The American Cancer Society in human form. I did not decide to call you. I did not decide to have a fundraising drive. I did not decide that during dinnertime would be a good time for a call. IT'S JUST A JOB, OKAY? ...really, I get upset about my job while I'm at it, afterwards not so much. Pretending to be cheerful for four hours apparently actually forces you into a decent mood. WHO KNEW?

My Chrissyway is leaving tomorrow, so while I'll be destitute and broken, I'll hopefully drag myself out of my shell of woe and get some writing done :P I have so much to do, and I think if I just sit down and force myself to hammer some shit out, I'll get a roll going. At least, I'm hoping that. *worries*

Next week I pick up my second job, TA for the school district's summer camp program. I'm going to be TA-ing the drama class, so hopefully I won't have to deal with too many preteen divas, but hey, it's another fifteen hours a week to work, it'll be like having an actual real job combined with my ACS hours (though I get paid less at school, boo). So I had to go to the doctor's today to have a TB test. INJECTION OMG ;____; Stupid needles, I haet u

Fandomwise, I've kind of been failing to read Big Bangs--I open them and then wander off to read old porn from my del.icio.us because I'm SMOOTH LIKE THAT. I've been in sort of an odd place? I think I'll be more "w00t!" once I start writing again (outside of collabs which, if anyone forgot, there is both VAMPFIC and KINKYPRIESTFIC over at kinkninjas for your ~reading pleasure~)