So that interview I mentioned last week? The one I was ambivalent about? Turns out the job was a lot more engaging than I was led to believe given the description which meant I jumped up and down a few times when I found out I got it. I start Monday and my contract's until January.
The money still isn't ideal, but if I get hired on full-time it will be. Plus, it's more than I have been making, so I shouldn't have to count every penny anymore. Nor feel quite so guilty when I decide the hell with it and go on vacation anyway.
Title: Nine Drabbles on the Quidditch World Cup Fandom: Harry Potter Word Count: 9 x 100 Characters/Pairings: Rabastan Lestrange, Marlene McKinnon, Sirius Black, Lily Evans/James Potter, Dorcas Meadowes, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Caradoc Dearborn, Gideon Prewitt, Fabian Prewitt, Mairead Bones/Edgar Bones (plus children), Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom Written for: first_order's Reader's Challenge with the prompt by lar_laughs: a collection of characters talk about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.
I have been working on my tan rather than looking for a job for these past two days. I think part of this is because I have an interview on Monday and I think I have a decent chance of getting that job. Problem is, I'm not sure I want it--it pays significantly less than I want to be earning (though more than my last job paid). But at the same time, I haven't exactly been offered many jobs lately and accepting a job is so very much easier than looking for one. But then the contract would be until January and I'd feel bad to continue looking for something higher paid in the meantime, meaning I'm going to spend all of 2010 earning less money than I ought to. Which is all a bit of a circular argument that keeps going round and round my head, which is why I keep escaping to my roof to read.
So I've decided that while I'm lazing around at home like the unemployed bum that I am (I'm unemployed again, FYI) I've decided to be a good girl and after spending the mornings job searching, I spend parts of the afternoon writing. Especially since that now that in addition to the marauderbigbang that I've signed up for but barely started because the story is giving me some problems, I've tentatively signed up for pjo_bigbang even though the timelines are almost identical (though thankfully that story is easier to write, at least the beginning). So of course instead of writing either of these fine things, I found myself clicking around communities at random and found a third challenge that I've spent the day writing instead.
What is it about writing challenges that captures my imagination?
And better yet, does this mean I'll actually post anything before the summer's up?
Bah. Spent the entire weekend sick. 'twas not fun. But I did get to enjoy some of the sunshine, at least, especially since I had nothing better to do (or nothing better I could concentrate on) yesterday or today than to sit outside and read books.
I feel pretty good about it, though, and not just because I'm sitting on my parents' back porch, basking in the first warm day of the year (it got up to 20!) drinking a beer. And swatting at flies. Seriously, why are there so many flies around?
If my work had been more challenge (ie, hadn't been easier than the first office job I got at age 17 nearly ten years ago) I might have been more devastated, what with my former coworkers being some of the friendliest, most intelligent group of people I've ever had the chance to work with. But as it is, I think this is going to motivate me into get a proper job, which I'm excited about for more reasons than that I've been broke for the past year.
Also, apparently there's a woodpecker in the tree just beside me. Today I also saw a Canadian goose in the parking lot at Sherway Gardens (a mall), deer at the side of the 403 (a highway) and hawks/falcons/vultures (can't tell the difference when they're flying) just about everyone once I got out of Toronto. (I mean, you can see them in T.O., I just didn't today.)
As I REALLY REALLY AM going to be writing 1000 words a day for the entirety of March, hopefully some of these might even see the light of day sooner or later.
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
There was no way that McGonagall could know already; not even she was that good at ferreting out their plans for mischief.
Later, when he was asked what was the first thing about Sally that attracted him, Poseidon lied and said it was her eyes.
Regulus had to wonder if his brother had a death wish.
James considered the lock before him, the tip of his wand resting on the keyhole.
Elizabeth had forgotten just how stifling England could be.
If all were right in the world, Captain Jack Sparrow would still be alive, and Will and Elizabeth wouldn’t be stuck on a ship that is too small faced with an errand that is too large.
In many ways, it’s difficult not to notice the progression of time, the hours, days and weeks before he can be with his Elizabeth again.
He meant what he said to the Doctor, that Donna was better with him.
"You haven't been bitten by a Mackled Malaclaws this past week, have you?" Sirius asked as soon as he found Remus, who had taken residence in one of the comfy chairs in the Common Room, his Ancient Runes work spread out all around him, on the table, on the floor, in his lap and a few pieces of parchment even balancing very precariously on the arms of the chair.
Fleur’s hair brushed against her thighs.
The second mutiny was easier.
There were a few warning signs Remus had come to recognize that let him know just how likely it was that a bout of mischief making would get them in trouble.
Those who didn’t know Sirius well would never guess that, in many ways, he was the most organized of the boys.
Okay, wow, I hope to fucking god that the death today, was a fluke accident, because anything else would be even more devastating than today's tragedy was to begin with--but curiously what did people think of the First Nations (aboriginal, indian, native) aspect to the opening ceremonies, those who watched it? Or any other thoughts on the opening ceremonies at all? Or, umm... anyone able to tell me what those songs were?
Instead of sending out resumés like I meant to, I spent the day writing, cleaning and playing games.
Title: Happy the Woman Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Lily/James/Sirius Word Count: 318 Written for: Schermionie's Poetry Prompt at the Fanfic Challenge Forum over at ff.n. Inspired by John Dryden's version of Horace's Odes 3.29