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I stick around Tumblr for a couple people I'd probably lose touch with otherwise, but the format is just not for me. The fandom portion just tends to make me angry, and I'm always too rambly for text posts. I feel like my entire existence is tl;dr for Tumblr users.
Let's face it, I am old in fannish terms and the LJ/DW format is more my speed, even if people aren't using it that much anymore. That's okay; the important people are still here. Mostly. Except those ones who are forcing me to keep my Tumblr blog. "Blog." It feels weird even calling it that. Is it a blog if no one ever *says* anything?
Aaaaand I probably didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm on day six of my nine-day work week and going a little crazy. Saturdays are kind of ridiculous because I drag myself in here at 8:00 and don't actually have to be on a public desk until noon. But I need the hours, so here I am, in my office, wasting time instead of getting any work done.
It's snowing already, so they might send me home early (I was hoping the snow would hold off until later in the day because again, I need the hours) and I'm supposed to babysit tonight, but I suppose that will depend on the weather conditions later. I don't mind snow at all, I just mind trying to get home when they don't treat the secondary roads and everyone in this town lives at the top or bottom of a large hill. It's just not smart planning on the county's part. Not that they care.
What am I even talking about? I came here to post a To Do list for myself for the next four days. ( Under the cut for your ignoring pleasure. )
There's an opening for a librarian at Yale. Should I apply for another job that won't call me? I'm used to rejection so that's no problem. The real issue is that eventually someone *is* going to hire me, maybe, and if I move anywhere in New England besides Boston, I'm going to have to keep my car.
Let's face it, I am old in fannish terms and the LJ/DW format is more my speed, even if people aren't using it that much anymore. That's okay; the important people are still here. Mostly. Except those ones who are forcing me to keep my Tumblr blog. "Blog." It feels weird even calling it that. Is it a blog if no one ever *says* anything?
Aaaaand I probably didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm on day six of my nine-day work week and going a little crazy. Saturdays are kind of ridiculous because I drag myself in here at 8:00 and don't actually have to be on a public desk until noon. But I need the hours, so here I am, in my office, wasting time instead of getting any work done.
It's snowing already, so they might send me home early (I was hoping the snow would hold off until later in the day because again, I need the hours) and I'm supposed to babysit tonight, but I suppose that will depend on the weather conditions later. I don't mind snow at all, I just mind trying to get home when they don't treat the secondary roads and everyone in this town lives at the top or bottom of a large hill. It's just not smart planning on the county's part. Not that they care.
What am I even talking about? I came here to post a To Do list for myself for the next four days. ( Under the cut for your ignoring pleasure. )
There's an opening for a librarian at Yale. Should I apply for another job that won't call me? I'm used to rejection so that's no problem. The real issue is that eventually someone *is* going to hire me, maybe, and if I move anywhere in New England besides Boston, I'm going to have to keep my car.
