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Jul. 15th, 2004 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elucrehUSF was gorgeous. Good friends, good theatre, and--
I bought a sword!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The most Hufflepuff sword ever. Its official name is the Friar Tuck short sword--it has a priest on it--the sheath is yellow and black--I could go on and on. I will post many close-ups when I have developed my film. *snuggles sword* It needs a name, though.
The plays were excellently done, although all but Taming made me heartily agree with TC's assessment of the Bard.
Get back, all tired and happy. Get to work--my assistant has made a hash of my organizing system. She always does, but usually I'm here and I can straighten her out. She's excellent at the part of the job that she does--she does the actual processing very quickly. However, the part of the job that I do, the organizing/cataloguing/shipping of files--she does not and will not understand my very basic system. She comes off as a model of efficiency and makes me look like a bloody idiot, wasting company time. I have a stack of files as high as my head--no, I'm not exaggerating--to straighten out, re-record and catalogue, pack and ship. ALL she had to do was NOT take files from specific, CLEARLY LABELED stacks, which has been the rule since before she started helping me, and leave me a list of those that she did take from the correct stacks, which has been the rule for a week and a half. She didn't manage either. *h2k*
So much for the good mood that was supposed to leave me in. *sigh*
Tonight belongs to TC and Molly's fic. This I swear. Molly, if you do not have it by tomorrow morning you may air-mail me a bomb. Or bribe the twins to torment me for three weeks.
I bought a sword!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The most Hufflepuff sword ever. Its official name is the Friar Tuck short sword--it has a priest on it--the sheath is yellow and black--I could go on and on. I will post many close-ups when I have developed my film. *snuggles sword* It needs a name, though.
The plays were excellently done, although all but Taming made me heartily agree with TC's assessment of the Bard.
Get back, all tired and happy. Get to work--my assistant has made a hash of my organizing system. She always does, but usually I'm here and I can straighten her out. She's excellent at the part of the job that she does--she does the actual processing very quickly. However, the part of the job that I do, the organizing/cataloguing/shipping of files--she does not and will not understand my very basic system. She comes off as a model of efficiency and makes me look like a bloody idiot, wasting company time. I have a stack of files as high as my head--no, I'm not exaggerating--to straighten out, re-record and catalogue, pack and ship. ALL she had to do was NOT take files from specific, CLEARLY LABELED stacks, which has been the rule since before she started helping me, and leave me a list of those that she did take from the correct stacks, which has been the rule for a week and a half. She didn't manage either. *h2k*
So much for the good mood that was supposed to leave me in. *sigh*
Tonight belongs to TC and Molly's fic. This I swear. Molly, if you do not have it by tomorrow morning you may air-mail me a bomb. Or bribe the twins to torment me for three weeks.