there ain't no cure for suicide
May. 3rd, 2002 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaThere's a Wind Advisory out today. What does that mean? What kind of precautions should I take? I've been outside twice today; do you think I might have been damaged already? It sort of reminds me of those "Caution -- Low-Flying Airplanes" signs they have near some Air Force bases. What are you supposed to do, DUCK?
It's nice and quiet around the office today; all the marketingmanager types are at BEA. This is a good thing, for it gave me time to write a cover letter, update my resume, and take it all over to human resources. I was going to do that this weekend, but one of the manuscript editors advised me that positions are sometimes closed soon after they're opened. So anyway, I'll have that off my mind this weekend, and I can focus on crafting my "gee, I've really enjoyed working for you guys, but I've applied for a job in another department, which I hope I get, but if not, I'll still be here enjoying working for you guys" speech. My current job isn't bad, but it's kind of mechanical and repetitive. And I'm not working with the hope that putting in my time here will lead to a promotion, because 1) people here seem to be fairly well ensconced in their positions, and 2) I'm really not that fired up about spending my whole life in marketing. Too many numbers. Expense ledgers aren't the kind of books I'm interested in. (My current job doesn't actually require me to deal with numbers much -- yet. However, the person in the office to whom much of the budget/spreadsheet work has fallen is leaving, and I have reason to believe that it's about to be pushed off on me. Well, actually, I know for a fact that at least some is definitely going to.)
But anyway. Hope I get the editorial job. The ms editor I was talking about said that I'll be given proofreading and editing tests, and if I make the highest score, they have to hire me because I'm an internal candidate. So I should have litttle to worry about, what with my mad edditing, skill's.
I'm very glad the weekend is here. I've been stressed this week for some reason.
Oh, the dude next door was making his growling noises again last night. Y'all probably think I'm making this up. Actually what it sounds like -- OK, this is going to sound really weird... Imagine someone being held captive, and he's tied to a chair and has a towel or something stuffed in his mouth, like that cop in Reservoir Dogs, and he's making those frantic grunting/moaning/crying noises. That's what dude sounds like. Sometimes he does it when I'm just drifting off to sleep, and it always jolts me right awake.
Heh, that makes me think of this story that's in one of the Hunter S. Thompson biographies -- maybe E. Jean Carroll's Hunter. Supposedly Hunter used to have an apartment in New York where he painted all the walls black and lived in squalor, and one of his favorite pastimes was to pull out a bullwhip and whip the floor as he screamed stuff like, "That's it! Do it. Hit her again!" and then, in another voice, "You bastard! You can't get away with this!!!" Just to freak out the neighbors, ya know.
Wow, I'm unusually verbose today. That happens when I'm counting down the minutes on Friday afternoon and there's no one else in the office.
It's nice and quiet around the office today; all the marketingmanager types are at BEA. This is a good thing, for it gave me time to write a cover letter, update my resume, and take it all over to human resources. I was going to do that this weekend, but one of the manuscript editors advised me that positions are sometimes closed soon after they're opened. So anyway, I'll have that off my mind this weekend, and I can focus on crafting my "gee, I've really enjoyed working for you guys, but I've applied for a job in another department, which I hope I get, but if not, I'll still be here enjoying working for you guys" speech. My current job isn't bad, but it's kind of mechanical and repetitive. And I'm not working with the hope that putting in my time here will lead to a promotion, because 1) people here seem to be fairly well ensconced in their positions, and 2) I'm really not that fired up about spending my whole life in marketing. Too many numbers. Expense ledgers aren't the kind of books I'm interested in. (My current job doesn't actually require me to deal with numbers much -- yet. However, the person in the office to whom much of the budget/spreadsheet work has fallen is leaving, and I have reason to believe that it's about to be pushed off on me. Well, actually, I know for a fact that at least some is definitely going to.)
But anyway. Hope I get the editorial job. The ms editor I was talking about said that I'll be given proofreading and editing tests, and if I make the highest score, they have to hire me because I'm an internal candidate. So I should have litttle to worry about, what with my mad edditing, skill's.
I'm very glad the weekend is here. I've been stressed this week for some reason.
Oh, the dude next door was making his growling noises again last night. Y'all probably think I'm making this up. Actually what it sounds like -- OK, this is going to sound really weird... Imagine someone being held captive, and he's tied to a chair and has a towel or something stuffed in his mouth, like that cop in Reservoir Dogs, and he's making those frantic grunting/moaning/crying noises. That's what dude sounds like. Sometimes he does it when I'm just drifting off to sleep, and it always jolts me right awake.
Heh, that makes me think of this story that's in one of the Hunter S. Thompson biographies -- maybe E. Jean Carroll's Hunter. Supposedly Hunter used to have an apartment in New York where he painted all the walls black and lived in squalor, and one of his favorite pastimes was to pull out a bullwhip and whip the floor as he screamed stuff like, "That's it! Do it. Hit her again!" and then, in another voice, "You bastard! You can't get away with this!!!" Just to freak out the neighbors, ya know.
Wow, I'm unusually verbose today. That happens when I'm counting down the minutes on Friday afternoon and there's no one else in the office.
