April 26th, 2008

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Stupid Work

So I'm having spontaneous tears and I feel gross and I want to plan tomorrow's rainbow outfit and speech and go to bed.

But what am I doing instead? Hours of at-home work for Lisa on her laptop. She gave me the rest of the book to input and of course the laptop doesn't have a numberpad, so I'm back to being slow.

She thought it would be two hours' work. I think it will be loads.

Sure, I don't have to do all of it--and I don't think I'll manage to. But I don't want to let her down either. Maybe I'll just do what I can manage and then promise to work at least two hours for her tomorrow to finish it up.

I wonder if this is what life is going to be like when I'm a "grown up." Working for power lesbians whose work runs their lives and being dragged around at their beck and call while resisting with my own stubborn determination.

On the plus side, my livejournal layout DOES come out with opaque boxes and a colored scrollbar and pixeled edges...just not on Firefox. Internet explorer. Bah.

My stomach feels disgusting and my eyes keep crying. I really, really hope something didn't happen to someone I love. That would suck a lot.

I don't want to wake up tomorrow and have to be Outgoing and a Stage Presence. But I promised Michael that I would be some Rainbow Sprite and that I'd help try to raise money for our Gay Pride trip.

I just feel exhausted and gross.

Ick.
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Reminder

Dear Kiwi,

I have left you reminders in three places to call Professor Crowley tomorrow to check and make sure that she got her paper. Maybe email is being stupid. She would have responded to the two emails you sent her.

Love,
Fellow Kiwi



Also:

I had "I Don't Feel like Dancin'" by Scissor Sisters in my head and I was like, "Oh, I'll listen to pandora for some music." I made a station for Scissor Sisters and that was the song it picked to exemplify their playing style.

God is in my radio. Or Buddha, Dog, Universal Spirit, Goddess, millions of other similar things...

(My favorite thing about this job was when they messed up the DOB and had a 1-month-old married to a 65-year-old.)