Not long enough, apparently.

Here I am with a fan-friggin'-tastic idea for a Pride and Prejudice fic, and I can't focus.  *grumble*  I have the time, I have the energy (tho I should be cleaning), so what gives?  

*headdesk*

Saturday I got a bad sunburn.  The kind that makes sleeping difficult, since I can't really move my arms... All for the sake of that adorable tube top!  And I honestly didn't think the meeting would take that long, really, tho sitting in direct sunlight wasn't the smartest idea, either.  *headdesk*

Bosslady was less than enthusiastic about my second (third?) job and let me know it, albeit in lowered tones, but that was to be expected.  After all, she is the Princess.  *rolls eyes*  Since Bosslady is my cousin as well, this makes things more difficult; Bossman seemed fine with the prospect when I told him.  It's not an ideal situation any way you look at it (the ideal would be that it was a full time nanny gig! *grin*) but I'm determined to make the best of it.  Yes, there was crying involved yesterday, but I held off until I got into my car.  They were more tears of anger and outrage than of sadness and/or grief...  Just a note: If it weren't for people with so called "non-grown-up" jobs, we wouldn't have musicians, writers, artists, cashiers, waiters, etc.  Bosslady wouldn't be where she is, and her brother, who manages a well-known rock band, wouldn't be where he is now either.  Yes, I'm still angry about what she said yesterday.  Small-minded semi-ignorant materialistic brat!  *deep breath*

That being said, for a first day as a Nanny (and being terribly sunburnt), it was a good day!  I'm really looking forward to going back on Wednesday.  The kids are well-behaved (thus far) and the two year old acts like a typical two year old, so read into that what you will.  They live in a fantastic house, with a lovely yard and big old trees... I plan to spend as much time outside as we can. 

Back to work.  *sigh*

RenSpace says I have a new message in my inbox, but there is no such thing.  Thanks for getting my hopes up, people... :P

Anyway... With the weather getting nice, I look out my office window more and more often, wondering why in God's name I'm stuck inside when I should be outside, running around like a headless chicken, without the "OMG, the SKY IS FALLING!" mentality.  I want to play frisbee with humans and/or dogs, tho with the dogs it's more of Tug of War with a bit of throwing.  I want to sit and talk with friends out on the front lawn. 

I've been at work for 3 hours now and have gotten all of Not Very Much done, not that there's a lot to do right now.  I want to be writing, which I would do if I had my flash drive with me.  I need to finish writing out a letter of intent for work, as I start a temporary, part time nanny gig next week, for which I am extreeeeeeemely excited.  I also need to write one for MIRF as well...

Have big Wench meeting this weekend, for which I will be wearing the most adorable babydoll-tube top... I loff it!  And I need to get out the apartment more.   How else am I going to meet people?

Stepping away from the blog for a little while now... need to do inventory transfer paperwork now.  Pooh.

I remember three things about my dream last night:

1.) Steven Fry was in it, among other notable people, tho I only remember Steven Fry.

2.) The facial expressions were priceless.

3.) Because of #2, the dream was hilarious.

I had this dream around 4:30 this morning, woke up from it thinking: "OMG, what a fun, funky dream!" and debated fetching notebook and pen to write it down.  Sadly, I chose against that.  My reasoning was that since it was so early, whatever I wrote would not be coherent when I looked at it in the morning, thus wasting time much better spent sleeping.  Also, the bed was warm and comfy and the basement, where my notebook lay, was cold.  Yeah, I'm kicking myself now.  I did, however, concentrate on it enough to have the dream a second time once I fell back asleep.

Anyway, for whatever reason I'm in a pissy mood today.  The slightest things are setting me off and it's taking a great deal of control to not hurl various desktop accoutrements across the office, thus breaking important equipment.  I want to throw things.  I want to take a stick and beat things.  I just generally want to rage and vent and be violent. 

I just can't right now, because I'm at work.  *sulk*

Expect a rant later about how most people lose 10 points (at least) off their IQs whenever they drive into a parking lot.  I just don't have the time, officially, to rant about it at this moment.  I'm actually expected to work today.  *rolls eyes* 

*wink*