With that… here I am at my new job: soulless te…
With that… here I am at my new job: soulless tech-writer. But hey, it beats the tits off a rock compared to the demonically possessed pager from hell vibrating and beeping (never one but always both) six inches from my head at 2:00 a.m. and every 20 minutes thereafter until 6:00 a.m., at which point both me and my dear hubby had to get up and go to work. Okay, so my tenses are fucked - you get the idea. And I only have a 15-20 minute commute every day, instead of a 1 hr + commute sucking exhaust through downtown LA’s finest crawlway - the 101. I no longer have the faintest option of getting every other Friday off, which was the only redeeming aspect of my old job, but I gain about 2 hours a day that I still haven’t figured out what to do with. The Magic Eight Ball is telling me to write more, which I’ve been doing, somewhat, but I’m still in getting-un-burnt-out mode, so mostly the only thing I’ve been doing is Horrorskopes. Still. At least astrologers who believe in all that stuff have a method to their madness - I just pull it out of my ass. Speaking of which, The Onion has a similar feature now, some of which looks awfully familiar… a friend I mentioned this to said that maybe they’re just using the same source material. So now my ass is source material. And I’m not even getting syndication rights to it - neither the left cheek nor the right. Sigh. On the upside - Universal had a link directly from their main website to my stuff for the month of December. Props to me for generating traffic ;-> I’m trying to figure out where I could put a byline - hey, it may be cheese, but it’s popular cheese.