I had a great weekend. I recharged a ton, and I walked into work energized and refreshed. But reality was hellbent on bringing me down. My supervisor was dead-convinced that I, a poorly-trained newbie, was incompetent, and had to spread it to everyone. I tried my damnedest to prove it wrong, or at least take her abuse with a smile on my face. Then my client was a lazy dick today, tipping over an oil drum before making me do the work he was getting paid to do. It was some shit. And he wandered off with nary a word. He's deaf, so I can't just call out for him. I have to run after him and physically find him. I couldn't, because he was just GONE. So they were collectively convinced that I suck at what I do. And because of the after-work talk regarding this, I was unable to cash my check AGAIN. If you can;t tell, I'm upset about this.
So now I'm trying to get some progress on this story. It's turning out rough. It just needs more time put into it. But I have another one that's fleshing itself out day by day. So I may just put that one on the cooker and have this one on the backburner for however long it takes to flesh it out. Either one will be good, I think. They're both epics from the dark ages, but totally different. So I'm confident, but I won't force the story to happen if it doesn't want to happen just now. My muse will sing that tune when she sings that tune.
That's all I've got to say about that...
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