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anniesj for the link to middle earth christmas. some of them are hilarious. i'd be laughing if it didn't hurt so much. possibly my favorite, for the subtlety.
+my dad wrote his own review of the LotR symphony concert. i like his much better. not just because it's positive but also because it's thoughtful and it, unlike the other one, is an actual review of the performance. So, despite the opinion of Mr. Professional Critic, I thought it was a real strong performance of a substantial piece of music. Mr. Critic was concerned that this may not have been a symphony despite its name. I heard one of the audience members repeating Mr. Critic and his concern. I don't know the definition of symphony, and I'm not motivated enough to look it up. I think it counts for something that it was a symphony orchestra playing the piece, and if they're willing to share the name, it's good enough for me. No matter what you call it, it was a substantial piece of music, it went exploring, got to some interesting and beautiful places musically, and it found its way back home sounding enriched for the experience, as was the audience. I like big music, and this was big. 200+ singers and musicians with their instruments makes for one big instrument, which Mr. Shore did a masterful job with. The performers deserved their o's. The ticket money was well spent. I will now burn my amateur critic's hat.
+i will be starting a temp job next week. it sounds like a truly shitty job. it's at a well known local company, in their 'marketing' office. but all the temp agency has been able to tell me is that the job is not so clerical, it's more like packing and unpacking boxes of samples etc. and it's more clear to me than ever that i am their go-to girl in the tough situations. they don't like the temp who's been there for a week, so they want someone new. so temp agency of course thinks of me, the one who can handle the crappiest jobs they come up with. they're going to pay me significantly less than they've paid me for other jobs - because this is less of a desk job. it sounds hellish, really. and it's 8:30-5 three days a week, 20 minutes or so from here.
what made me break down and want to die last night is that i can't refuse it. i can't say, 'take your shit job and shove it up your collective ass' because i need the money. i don't have any better options. and i was feeling so sick yesterday, i couldn't even make myself feel better by searching for some other job. i'm absolutely miserable about my job situation right now. and i don't know how to fix it.
+cold update: when i woke up this morning, i thought i was at death's door. i no longer feel that horrifically bad. and this is the first time in days i've felt like i could sit here long enough to read some flist and write a substantial post. so, perhaps things are looking up. maybe i'll even try to go outside today. crazy!
+note: i have so many comments and e-mails to respond to, it's beyond ridiculous. if you're thinking i'm not responding to you for some reason, fear not, it's just me being unable to deal with my inbox once again. ::shakes head at self::
+some things for you to do:
go leave a comment forcamillafarfalla with your favorite DOM icon. she's having a rough week. she needs a little DOM. just go over to her journal and leave it on her most recent post.
go givehackthis any dean/seamus recs you have. and then i can mine her comments and read all the good stories. also, if you recall reccing or writing or reading a dean/seamus story that takes place in their tent during the quidditch world cup and is adorable and first-time-ish and all that, can you point me toward it? i remember the story vividly but can't recall who wrote it or how i found it.
and you know, whatever else happens, DOM!
anniesj for the link to middle earth christmas. some of them are hilarious. i'd be laughing if it didn't hurt so much. possibly my favorite, for the subtlety.
+my dad wrote his own review of the LotR symphony concert. i like his much better. not just because it's positive but also because it's thoughtful and it, unlike the other one, is an actual review of the performance. So, despite the opinion of Mr. Professional Critic, I thought it was a real strong performance of a substantial piece of music. Mr. Critic was concerned that this may not have been a symphony despite its name. I heard one of the audience members repeating Mr. Critic and his concern. I don't know the definition of symphony, and I'm not motivated enough to look it up. I think it counts for something that it was a symphony orchestra playing the piece, and if they're willing to share the name, it's good enough for me. No matter what you call it, it was a substantial piece of music, it went exploring, got to some interesting and beautiful places musically, and it found its way back home sounding enriched for the experience, as was the audience. I like big music, and this was big. 200+ singers and musicians with their instruments makes for one big instrument, which Mr. Shore did a masterful job with. The performers deserved their o's. The ticket money was well spent. I will now burn my amateur critic's hat.
+i will be starting a temp job next week. it sounds like a truly shitty job. it's at a well known local company, in their 'marketing' office. but all the temp agency has been able to tell me is that the job is not so clerical, it's more like packing and unpacking boxes of samples etc. and it's more clear to me than ever that i am their go-to girl in the tough situations. they don't like the temp who's been there for a week, so they want someone new. so temp agency of course thinks of me, the one who can handle the crappiest jobs they come up with. they're going to pay me significantly less than they've paid me for other jobs - because this is less of a desk job. it sounds hellish, really. and it's 8:30-5 three days a week, 20 minutes or so from here.
what made me break down and want to die last night is that i can't refuse it. i can't say, 'take your shit job and shove it up your collective ass' because i need the money. i don't have any better options. and i was feeling so sick yesterday, i couldn't even make myself feel better by searching for some other job. i'm absolutely miserable about my job situation right now. and i don't know how to fix it.
+cold update: when i woke up this morning, i thought i was at death's door. i no longer feel that horrifically bad. and this is the first time in days i've felt like i could sit here long enough to read some flist and write a substantial post. so, perhaps things are looking up. maybe i'll even try to go outside today. crazy!
+note: i have so many comments and e-mails to respond to, it's beyond ridiculous. if you're thinking i'm not responding to you for some reason, fear not, it's just me being unable to deal with my inbox once again. ::shakes head at self::
+some things for you to do:
go leave a comment for
camillafarfalla with your favorite DOM icon. she's having a rough week. she needs a little DOM. just go over to her journal and leave it on her most recent post. go give
hackthis any dean/seamus recs you have. and then i can mine her comments and read all the good stories. also, if you recall reccing or writing or reading a dean/seamus story that takes place in their tent during the quidditch world cup and is adorable and first-time-ish and all that, can you point me toward it? i remember the story vividly but can't recall who wrote it or how i found it.and you know, whatever else happens, DOM!