Random entry, hurrah.
Mar. 28th, 2005 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elsajeniUpdating from Thresher office. Am bad, bad employee. However, since I've already proofread three letters to the editor and nothing else has turned up to be proofread since then (which was an hour ago), I have nothing better to do.
(Side note: proofreading letters to the editor is more fun than proofreading actual articles. Less fact-checking, more grammatical errors.)
I wonder if anything else is going to turn up to be proofread tonight? I think I'll go home around ten if nothing's showed up by then. Hopefully something will. I'm making a habit of checking every ten to fifteen minutes and screwing around on the computer in between.
(I'm earning money! To proofread! A miserly pittance, true, but still, money! For proofreading the newspaper! I do that for free!)
La, la, la. Ten more minutes to kill until my next obsessive check of the copy inbox to see if any new articles have appeared. I doubt any will have, but it's always worth checking. Until then, I'm going to keep writing this entry.
Oh, have I mentioned that I have roommates for next year? I doubt it'll be the World's Greatest Living Situation, but it should be better than what I've had this year -- roommates who inexplicably dry their hair in the living room and bring home drunks who pass out naked on the bathroom floor, preventing me from taking a shower, and who I don't actually, y'know, like. I'm really pretty happy with next year's situation. Quiet, nerdy people, two of whom are music-oriented and one of whom is English-oriented, all of whom I already know and like. Should be good.
I'm tiiiiiired. Wanna go home. On the other hand, wanna get paid slightly more, so will stay until ten.
... I should turn in my MOB uniform at some point. That has nothing to do with anything else in this entry. Apparently we have entered Stream-of-Consciousness Mode.
Speaking of Stream-of-Consciousness Mode, new topic: second appointment with the new psychiatrist tomorrow. I found him mildly annoying and the stack of Freud books behind his desk mildly alarming, but he gets a second chance, at least. And anyway, I need to go back to evaluate the new medication he put me on. (Opinion after three weeks: works fine, but comes in gigantic gross horse pills and makes me sleepy, which kinda sucks.) I also need to call the UH Anxiety Disorders Clinic sometime this week and see if I can set up an initial appointment with them.
I'm wondering what my subconscious was trying to tell me with the dream last week about a nervous but successful plane flight. Stupid thing to say based on a dream, but it feels like a message of hope.
Copy editor just came in and said there's nothing more coming in tonight. Boo. Fine, I'll go home now.
(Side note: proofreading letters to the editor is more fun than proofreading actual articles. Less fact-checking, more grammatical errors.)
I wonder if anything else is going to turn up to be proofread tonight? I think I'll go home around ten if nothing's showed up by then. Hopefully something will. I'm making a habit of checking every ten to fifteen minutes and screwing around on the computer in between.
(I'm earning money! To proofread! A miserly pittance, true, but still, money! For proofreading the newspaper! I do that for free!)
La, la, la. Ten more minutes to kill until my next obsessive check of the copy inbox to see if any new articles have appeared. I doubt any will have, but it's always worth checking. Until then, I'm going to keep writing this entry.
Oh, have I mentioned that I have roommates for next year? I doubt it'll be the World's Greatest Living Situation, but it should be better than what I've had this year -- roommates who inexplicably dry their hair in the living room and bring home drunks who pass out naked on the bathroom floor, preventing me from taking a shower, and who I don't actually, y'know, like. I'm really pretty happy with next year's situation. Quiet, nerdy people, two of whom are music-oriented and one of whom is English-oriented, all of whom I already know and like. Should be good.
I'm tiiiiiired. Wanna go home. On the other hand, wanna get paid slightly more, so will stay until ten.
... I should turn in my MOB uniform at some point. That has nothing to do with anything else in this entry. Apparently we have entered Stream-of-Consciousness Mode.
Speaking of Stream-of-Consciousness Mode, new topic: second appointment with the new psychiatrist tomorrow. I found him mildly annoying and the stack of Freud books behind his desk mildly alarming, but he gets a second chance, at least. And anyway, I need to go back to evaluate the new medication he put me on. (Opinion after three weeks: works fine, but comes in gigantic gross horse pills and makes me sleepy, which kinda sucks.) I also need to call the UH Anxiety Disorders Clinic sometime this week and see if I can set up an initial appointment with them.
I'm wondering what my subconscious was trying to tell me with the dream last week about a nervous but successful plane flight. Stupid thing to say based on a dream, but it feels like a message of hope.
Copy editor just came in and said there's nothing more coming in tonight. Boo. Fine, I'll go home now.
