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children of dune - leto 1
seperis
My fingers hurt.

See, there's this thing. Remember what I said about the files being in three different places? Right. Well, now they're being--well, the word is shifted, but it doesn't exactly cover the blank horror I'm enduring these days.

It starts something like this, Monday morning.


Jenn: I need my login and passwords. (for the computer)
Boss #2: Hmm. I wonder if Boss #1 sent those in yet.
Jenn: (thinking) I've been here a week! What do you MEAN, not sent those in yet??? (out loud) Oh.
Boss #2: Let me make a few calls.
Jenn: (thinking) I am getting paid, right? I'm IN the pay system? (out loud) Okay.
Boss #2: Until then, observe and help out around the front.

Okay, that was boring. And not just any kind of boring, but philosophy class taught by a tenured ninety year old professor boring. My GOD. No computer access, nothing to do but watch, and watching people type? Marvelously non-interesting.

So I wandered into the file room to see if they needed any help there. All one of them, who also doesn't have that job, but whose job is doing something bizarre involving permissions that I don't get.

Now, thanks to those who handled the Texas budget, the budget is currently at ten billion over (I got the numbers right, Texans?). So such things as File Clerks are either cut or simply not given approval for hiring.

Ask me how that file room looks. Go ahead. Ask.

My room is cleaner.

Anyway, I started off light--organizing the really really confusing bits, kind fo casual. Tuesday morning saw me on the floor, relabeling. By afternoon my very very carefully controlled obsessive tendencies kicked in and saw me starting in a particularly random file cabinet to get things in order. Wednesday, I started at the very beginning of the file cabinets against the left wall, surname Linan.

To give you an idea of size.

I work eight hour days. I started Rodriguez on Tuesday afternoon and finished that surname alone, but granted, I spent two hours in charge of mail. So let's give it two hours on Tuesday, eight on Wednesday, eight on Thursday. I started Linan first thing Wednesday morning

I just got to Miller.

Think about that one.

Thta is averaging four to five and a half entire cabinets a day. That's one to one and a half cabinets every two hours. Sort of. And I work fast. As I know the alphabet.

These things weren't just a mess of disorganization. They were like the very Tartalus of disorganization. Entire levels of hell are, I'm sure, devoted to this kind of disorder. It was almost an aggressive kind of mess, literally something you should have to WORK at to achieve.

I'm on MILLER.

Okay, so part of it I spent relabeling, because, well, peopel for reasons that passeth my understadning write file names in CURSIVE. Like, doctor-prescription cursive. I found labels, grabbed a pen, and sat down to deal.

Again, obsessive not good here. I had to make myself walk away for breaks and lunch, thinking, one more drawer. Just ONE more. No, it's NOT a work ethic--I am lazy, dammit. It's just--this need to FIX this.

Now, folders are in a cabinet, sometimes overstuffed, bradded, and also stapled things to. Ask me what my cuticles look like.

And has anyone ever gotten a paper cut from a fucking MANILLA FILE? Or brad abrasions? Or staples under the fingernails?

So I resorted to tape. Except we ran out.

Now here's the other funny thing about this entire budget sitch going on in Texas. Office supplies are in short supply. Like, don't exist. I found, by merest chance, packing tape and used that to cover my fingers to the first knuckle--stands up well and all. What, there are thingies you can buy for this work? You don't say. Beth told me. Do you think we have them?

We can't even keep up in STAPLES.

So, off to my Mother I go, who works on a project a couple of buildings over (same agency, much higher rank, different division entirely). Their supplies are somewhat better (think mere wasteland as opposed to desert), so Mom raided the supply cabinet and got me post-it notes (a Holy Item at work that I hide jealously) and clear tape. Not as good as packing tape, but it'll do. Rips much easier, but at least I get some protection.

My fingers hurt. I've lost sensitive skin in places that really need it. I used tape to cover up cuts so I wouldn't bleed on the files (bandaids? What are those? Again, no STAPLES either).

I'm bitter toward the Texas legislature today. Boxes of pens and pencils are delivered personally and rationed out. It's quite the experience.

I'm so amused.

Anyway, today talked to Boss #2 while he tried to figure out if I was in the system. Some of my passwords have been handed over, but my permissions to use the databases and login on the computer aren't around yet. This isn't nuclear warfare I'm working on, but hey, whatever floats the bureaucratic boat. They should be in next week, and by then, I'll have forgotten most of my training. Bigger plus, the current system is being upgraded to a completely different one in June, so all I've learned and am forgetting? Won't be used anymore come June.

*grins* I still love my job. I am never bored. Slightly manic, but never bored.


Beth, I got the address. Remind me to give it to you tonight.

*****

Anyway, other than that, everything moves smoothly. Let's rec, because I can't read anything at work (did i mention that lack of login codes?).

Recs

Ruby Truth by valentinemichel. Whatever you're doing, just stop. Don't care what. Leave the heart patient on the table. Okay, if yo'ure reading this, you're not doing surgery, so you have no excuse. Read this now. I want someone to discuss it with. I'd like to devote a damn entry to this.

No actual Clex, though either intentional or unintentional slashiness. A plotline that's solid, but you know? Secondary to what I love here. Some interesting new characters. And a meaty, gripping story with Clark, Red Kryptonite, and an AU we've all played with and Valentine has taken to the next level.

Read it. Read it and enjoy it and think what-if. Ah yes, this reminds me why every so often fanfic kicks me in the teeth and makes me like it.

Spring Break by tstar78 Mmm. Caro-porn. A dish best served while one isn't writhing in pain, but also works as well as aspirin to distract. *huggles* Oh yeah. Lovely, darling. Plus, college Clark! Yay!

Cotton Candy by shellah. And someone else makes me all giggly and happy! Lovely bit of carnival smutness that ooooh. Mmmm.

Waiting by the Phone by jacynrebekah

Near Fifth and Vine by martianhousecat. And MHC, I love you, but--damn. Beautiful, elegant, and bittersweet future Clexness. There's so much regret here it aches with it.

Once and Again by mobiuskein. See, I loved Groundhog Day, and this amused the HELL out of me. Clark is just so Clark, and I love how he works things out. Wonderful!

The Lent Effect by Carlanesses. Okay, I havent' seen this one recced much and okay, WHY? This is hysterical! Just--loved it. The sitch, poor Pete and Clark's bet, and how to resolve it. And dear God, the image of Clark pulling his hair just kills me every time. Wonderful story by another author added to The Stalk List, because seriously? Do not want to lose this one. Funny, hot, and hee! That ending. *grins*

*****

Fannish Things

Much against my will, Angel is sucking me back in. I foreswore Many Moons Ago with the death of Doyle, because DAMN. He was pretty! It was almost my second fandom, but Doyle died and then X-Men hit me, so oh well, but it does make me wonder if right now I'd be slashing Wes/Gunn or doing Fred/Gunn and Fred/Wes if I was a fanwriter for it.

Makes one think. Hmm. 'Cause Jane St. Clair made me read Wes/Gunn when I wasn't even WATCHING the show.

Anyway. Now riveted, dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

But ooooh. Yes. And yes again.

*****
Links

I've been keeping vague track of discussions in LJ land, but a LJer to check out is pandarus, who has had a marvelous slash discussion going on in her LJ one and two and three and four. Seriously, one of the most interesting multi-post discussion arcs I've ever read--come to think, the ONLY one I've ever read by one author. Slash, morality in fanfic, and it's so thoughtful it makes me envious.

*****

mecurtin had an intesting discussion involving domesticity and alienness in fanfiction here

There are two schools of thought regarding how to react when one's story is discussed. One is to respond and discuss, two is to read and nod, but not talk. I've straddled the line, because honestly, I'm not SURE. Is it arrogant to bring it up at all, or really weird not to at all? Or--yeah. It's called a Hamster Cage of Mentalness. But hey, you're in my LJ and I am still in the mood to distract myself from Ripped Cuticles.

So. I'll cut for the uninterested or those that think it's Very Crass.

mecurtin asked something interesting, and I think I can answer it, but not very well.

To me, while writing--and this is just me, I have no illusions that anyone else thinks like this--bringing up anything outside the focus of the story would have detracted from it. Just me, the writer, being weird. What Lex does at the office and Clark's double life were, in this story, irrelevant to what happened to their relationship from this angle. Usually, outside the random PWP, I try for more scope, but in this case, it just didn't seem like working out an entire confession or bringing up past events or discussing Lex's manuevers in work would work in this story, but rather, what happened to them as roommates that made them lovers eventually.

And it was a choice, though in retrospect, maybe an unwise one, to remove every other aspect to focus on this one issue. On the other hand, I don't think I could have given it the right amount of attention--or Domestic!Fic would have become The Next Long Story, and I have TWO in beta right now. Dear God, don't tempt me. The Arkham AU Dev and I are writing and this stupid bunny for an Alexander Luthor that won't leave me alone and the weird Clexbrothersfic of scariness....

I should totally give up sleep. For the weak, dammit.

I need more coffee.

Though this made me Very Happy.

...it's almost as though Jenn (or her subconscious) said, "ha! you want no torment/angst/branding, you want happy domesticity, I can give it to you -- but only in an AU. bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

And chica, LOVE you for this one. *grins* And yes, criticism is fine in my LJ. I have no problems with it.

I've been mulling comments about the domestic trend and the different shifts fandoms go through in general, my pet obsession outside, apparently, files and down and dirty Clex. Go figure. I haven't been watching as closely as usual to see what's been working through the fanfic waters, though I am tempted to start mentally drawing out who is an active LJ user and who isn't and marking it when I read SSA stories to see if there's a marked difference between the LJ crowd and the non-LJ in terms of what's being used and written by whom. Which in itself--ooh. Doesn't that sound like FUN?

Okay, maybe only to me. But still. I need to think about checking and seeing if there's any correlations.

Okay, I'm done. I've taken allergy meds because we're back in nosebleed city, my fingers are stiff, but on the other hand, Dev sent me more GoodWiPFic the other day for me to get inspired by.

And by the way? The X-Men II movie is getting to me. Dammit. DAMMIT.

I don't need another fandom.


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And by the way? The X-Men II movie is getting to me. Dammit. DAMMIT.

Woohoo!!!

*dies*

I--I--I...

I swear, just when I think it can't get any better than the cheese arches you go and post a beauty like this.

I work in a Spa and even we get staples. And we have at least four--possibly even five different types of tape. Ohhh...and we have multi-colored post-its so we can properly color code messages of importance. My boss is the most scatter-brained person on the face of the planet and so I wrote her notes to buy band-aids and aspirin in...about December. She finally did so three weeks ago and so we have band-aids! Boo-yah! A huge box, bought from Sam's. Over 1000 band-aids, so I think we're covered for a little while.

I empathize with your filing situation. I had the pleasure of refiling our entire clientele list a couple months ago. I had to differentiate from those who had actually been in the spa for the past year and those who hadn't, for prospecting purposes. So you had to look up every single name in the computer if they didn't have a record (kicks the massage therapists and estiticians who were--shall we say--less than thorough in this?!) which of course, most of them did not.

Some of the last names were in the wrong section of the alphabet. You know, because L and Z are so damn close together. And easily confused.

I still have nightmares.

But...glad that the new filing system is keeping you occupied. *g* They are very lucky to have you doing this for them.

I work in a Spa and even we get staples. And we have at least four--possibly even five different types of tape. Ohhh...and we have multi-colored post-its so we can properly color code messages of importance.

I loathe you with the passion of thousand burning suns.

You know what kind of negotiations it takes to get such esoteric things as FOLDERS?

*sniffles*

Some of the last names were in the wrong section of the alphabet. You know, because L and Z are so damn close together. And easily confused.

Amazing how that happens, isn't it? So much alike.

*shudders*

I still hate you for the multicolored post-it notes. I really, really do.

*pouting*

Whee! Jenn Rec! How cool is dat?!

Thanks.

You MUST WRITE MORE!

*smiles sweetly*

Please?

*bows* the FanMensch's wish is my command.

*contemplates massive AU, stalled cowrite, chemistry notes, and rapidly-breeding rabid plot bunnies*

"Hail Mary full of grace . . ."

I am with you on the filing. *waves bandaged finger* although my sitch isn't nearly as bad as yours. :)

*looks envious* You get bandages???????

*sniffles*

*pouts*

*sucks fingers in envy*

I do. We have a well-stocked first aid cabinet, including the cold packs I use for my migraines, which nearly makes up for the fact that they NEVER let us wear jeans, the bastards.

*ahem* anyway. :)

And by the way? The X-Men II movie is getting to me. Dammit. DAMMIT.

*snicker* you cannot resist the power of X2... it will pull you in... and never let go... ;)

Oh God don't SAY that. I'm still obsessed with Smallville. Double obsessions....can people SURVIVE that?????

*more shuddering*

But St. John blows things up....

heheh, double obsession? oh yeah *g*

*dangles trailers* Bobby... Marie... Logan... Kurt... Yukio... must not resist X2.... *eg*

Again, obsessive not good here. I had to make myself walk away for breaks and lunch, thinking, one more drawer. Just ONE more. No, it's NOT a work ethic--I am lazy, dammit. It's just--this need to FIX this.
*grins in sympathy* Oh yes. Have spent time glaring at notebooks, filing cabinets, bookshelves etc that just needed to get organized.
And has anyone ever gotten a paper cut from a fucking MANILLA FILE? Or brad abrasions? Or staples under the fingernails?
*raises hand* I don't remember the brad abrasion thing, but I'm probably just repressing it. What I want to know is, whose bright idea was it to put staplers on a third grader's required school supply list? Not staples, STAPLERS. Ow. I made a lot of staple chains though. Impractical for jewelry because they catch on everything and they're sharp, but they're kind of fun and you can make them stick out of pencil erasers. If for some reason you're really bored and want to do that. *shakes head and ponders my early education*

This is not to say I don't have a staple hole in my left big toe as I speak. But that's another story entirely. The manila thing didn't happen probably until later, but ow. Yes. They're thick yet sharp. Bad combination. My recommendation would be to put some neosporin on the cuts and BYOBandaids. Neosporin really helps papercuts heal faster.

I really should take a digital picture of my workspace. I'll borrow a camera and get back to you on that.
-Silverkyst

*raises hand* I don't remember the brad abrasion thing, but I'm probably just repressing it. What I want to know is, whose bright idea was it to put staplers on a third grader's required school supply list? Not staples, STAPLERS. Ow. I made a lot of staple chains though. Impractical for jewelry because they catch on everything and they're sharp, but they're kind of fun and you can make them stick out of pencil erasers. If for some reason you're really bored and want to do that. *shakes head and ponders my early education*

This is not to say I don't have a staple hole in my left big toe as I speak. But that's another story entirely. The manila thing didn't happen probably until later, but ow. Yes. They're thick yet sharp. Bad combination. My recommendation would be to put some neosporin on the cuts and BYOBandaids. Neosporin really helps papercuts heal faster.


OUCH. Though cool, staple necklaces!

Yes, what the hell is UP with manilla folders? I mean, razor sharp edges--is there a point to that?

I really should take a digital picture of my workspace. I'll borrow a camera and get back to you on that.

*grins* Cool. I was planning to do that this week, but completely forgot with the Filing Thing.

I want to hire you

(Anonymous)
I hate this kind of work you descriped. And my colleague hate them too. You know what that means? We never do it. Our archive look like hell. You really don´t want to work with us?

You are writing domestic fic? I love this kind of fic. hechel, lechz, hechel.

Greetings

Maria

Re: I want to hire you

I hate this kind of work you descriped. And my colleague hate them too. You know what that means? We never do it. Our archive look like hell. You really don´t want to work with us?

*giggles* What's your pay scale? *puts on negotiation hat and grins*

You are writing domestic fic? I love this kind of fic. hechel, lechz, hechel.

Love it, even if I didn't know I did.

What's hechel, lechz, hechel mean? *curious*

Thanks for the rec sweetie. But do you know how odd it "Caro-porn" sounds to me? I'm sitting here going I don't write porn do I? And then I look at what I've written and I'm like, wow, obviously I do. *giggles* Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed! *hugs*

You do'nt like it? *sniffles* Caroporn. It rolls off the tongue. It really does sound like a classy kind of porn-art film. You know, made by peopel who smoke a lot in Very Expensive coffee houses and really know how to have a good time.

Okay, right, you can tell i'm weekend-wired, cant' you?

*huggles*

And loved it. But all your fic is gorgeous, so no surprise. *g*

And has anyone ever gotten a paper cut from a fucking MANILLA FILE?

*raises hand* Sadly, I feel your pain. And it hurts mightily. Luckily for me, filing is in very short supply at my office (although I do have to do some filing today, damn it).

My best friend actually has been in a similar situation as you on the filing, with one disastrous problem. She was doing temp work at a drug company (huge drug company, massive, although not as big as the Texas government). So they hire her to work for two weeks filing 401(k) forms (and at $12.50 an hour, thank you very much can I just be jealous now?). Problem was...they wanted her to file in a very precise manner. Very exact. Our way or the highway.

She was to pull one file at a time. Put in a sheet of paper. Stick the file back in. No matter that hey, she could grab three or four files at once, considering they were all right there, and it was faster for her that way. No, she had to do it their way. In fact, a supervisor stood over her and MADE her do it their way.

She quit after a week. She's intelligent, and the pay was good, but the sheer idiocy of having to work their way, which was too slow for her, made her leave.

Ruby Truth by valentinemichel. Whatever you're doing, just stop. Don't care what. Leave the heart patient on the table. Okay, if yo'ure reading this, you're not doing surgery, so you have no excuse. Read this now. I want someone to discuss it with. I'd like to devote a damn entry to this.

Hee. I've read it! I was reading along while she was writing it, and the girl freaked me the hell out with the wildness and weirdness of this AU RedClark.

Looking at it though, there's no way Clark *could* come back from the dark side after killing Jonathan though. There was no saving him at that point. Even if they did manage to remove the Red K ring, he'd most likely go into isolation from the sheer guilt, or commit Green K suicide. He couldn't handle it while not under the influence.

And by the way? The X-Men II movie is getting to me. Dammit. DAMMIT.

Oh, you know you wanna. Come back to the fun side. We have lots of pretty characters to play with. Hell, X-Men is luring me away from Smallville at the moment. I'm too busy obsessing on the cat and Wolvie and Rogue and...Scott's pants. There's so much fodder!


Ah, a fellow addict...

If by some unfortunate chance you haven't already devoured Shrift's writing, I recommend "Mr. and Mrs. Bickerson". And I quote:

Note to self, Gunn thought, Wes lies like a hell dog. The slobbery ones with glowing red eyes.

http://bifictionalbedlam.slashcity.net/shrift/angel.html

This has the very first time I saw the "wrong thing" comment in fic, and just about fell over laughing.

Whatever you're doing, just stop. Don't care what. Leave the heart patient on the table. Okay, if yo'ure reading this, you're not doing surgery, so you have no excuse. Read this now. I want someone to discuss it with. I'd like to devote a damn entry to this.

Nope, not doing surgery (well, not now - so kidding btw) - but clearly wasn't around when you posted. "A damn entry"? To my lil' fic? No fucking way! Really?

Stoopid RL...she says, crawling off to bed so she can get up and START ALL OVER AGAIN. Yes, on a SATURDAY. ::grumble, grumble, grumble::

Thanks for the rec! ::BVG::

::kicks RL::

Meh.

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