it's a magical world

So I was at the theater for nearly 13 hours today. Because first there were eight hours of my unpaid internship, and then almost five hours of my new additional event supervision / house management gig there, which IS paid. But which will soon mean giving up two or three nights a week to the theater, plus weekends. Actually, I'm fairly certain that this Sunday is going to be my last day off of any kind until I go on mini-vacation back to NYC for Labor Day. O_O Please to be killing me now. Why did I agree to this? Oh, yeah, $10/hr, which means I can gradually return my bank account to its pre-Dublin balance and, y'know, have enough saved up by graduation to be able to put down a deposit on an apartment wherever I wind up living post-college. Yeurgh.

On the plus side, there's really not much for me to do while acting as event supervisor. I mean, get everything unlocked and ready pre-event, deal with any issues that arise, and then lock everything up post-event, but that leaves a hell of a lot of free time for kaydee. So tonight I spent several hours reading a long, detailed, multi-part website-book-thingy on worldbuilding. And finally, finally, the vagueish fantasy world that has been percolating in the back of my mind since high school suddenly started coming together properly. And most importantly, I discovered the story I want to tell with it. I always knew who I wanted my protagonist to be and what the general magical properties of the world were and that I wanted it to be a YA fantasy novel (series?), but I hadn't the faintest idea what the plot was going to be, and now suddenly I do and it makes me so very happy.

Not that I'll ever finish it, or even really start writing it, but still. Everyone needs an impossible dream.

The boyfriend wants to watch X-Files now. I just want to crash. We'll see.

Yesterday, I finished both my summer internship and part 6/8 of the Peterfic. The internship was slightly more important, I suppose. I'll still be in Chicago for another two weeks, working more hours at my paid job. So, quitting internship = more money and not having to work six days a week! I HAVE WEEKENDS AGAIN. This is unspeakably exciting. Two whole days off a week! During which I can sleep as late as I want! And oodles of free time to work on the Peterfic. Which I may actually finish before leaving Chicago. Here's hoping.

Such are the THRILLING ESCAPADES of my life this summer. Jeez. No wonder people are steadily unfriending me.

I think I could get used to my new duties at work. There's a bit more scary responsibility-type stuff, and this is not exactly a career I'm interested in pursuing, but it's slightly less mind-numbingly boring. We shall see.

In other news, I awoke this morning to the rather distressing sound of the fans in the bedroom slowly whirring to a halt. Power outage, for no apparent reason. Hopefully everything will be back to normal by the time I get back to the apartment.

At work. Just spent a full minute staring at the title of a dissertation, trying to figure out what language it was in, only to realize it was in English.

*facepalm*

In all fairness, it was one of those scientific-type dissertations, and scientific jargon is rather similar in German and English. And most of these dissertations are in German, so that's what I was expecting. But the spellings of certain words were distinctly un-German, and so I got stuck on it, and then...oh. Yeah. English. You know, my first language. >_<

Clearly, I've been here too long. Less than 40 minutes to go.

My part-time job is the boringest boring thing that ever was boring. And yet I'm probably not only going to keep working here this summer, but in fact increase my hours. Because I need the money.

And on the subject of money, I really want a soda from the vending machine, but I have exactly eighteen cents in my wallet. Oh, the humanity.

And I'm done checking e-mail and both LJ flists, and I've still got an hour to go. AND my boss seems to have vanished for the day, so I could read fic and whatnot with impunity if I so chose. If there were anything to read. Damn, it's been a while since I last read fic. Well, except for my current X-Files fanfic renaissance.

I wish I could finish any of my WIPs (remix excluded, which IS finished, ha ha ha). I wish I were a prolific fanfic writer. I used to be, I think. But not anymore. That's what happens when RL takes over, I guess.

My play goes up in ten days WTF when did that happen?

Haven't had much in the way of internet access for the past few days. But back at school now, so all is well.

I'm pretty sure I nailed my summer internship interview this morning. I'd really like to work there. Awesome space -- three theaters, one of which is really cool and small and twisty, plus a small shop right in the middle of everything, and apparently the whole space serves as prop storgae. And the people seem nice and fun. The catch? Unpaid internship, which would mean I'd have to keep my current boring-as-hell part time job and double my hours there in order to pay my rent -- and that would only barely cover it, and then there's food and transportation...bah. So I've got to hold out a bit longer and see if any of the paid internships I applied for come through.

Auditions for MY PLAY tomorrow! Squee! I love auditions -- especially from the other side of the table.

Happy Birthday, angstslashhope! Hope it was splendiferous, and have a fantastic trip to the U.S.!

And, Happy Birthday, thefourthvine! May it be filled with many reccable fics!

In other news, I do so love it when my boss goes on lunch break, because that means I can srew around online without worrying about her suddenly glancing over. What? This job is boring. *catalogs a few more German dissertations*

I love coming in to work at 1pm, beause everyone else is out to lunch and I have the office to myself. Heh.

I also love finding the link to a really cute Dom and Sean interview on my friends list.

And apparently it's thejennabides's birthday, so Happy Birthday!

A good start to the day, methinks...

My latest supervisor at work (I've been passed along to the Literary Dept for the week) is neurotic. She so obviously doesn't trust me at all. Everything I do, she makes me double- and triple-check (because I've obviously made a mistake somewhere), and when I'm done verifying the correctness of my own work, she takes it and checks it all personally. And I'm not talking about me writing an article or something, where the need for absolute precision is understandable. No, I've spent three hours transcribing magazine blurbs from 30 literary organizations about upcoming events. So double- and triple-checking entails going through this stack of papers and comparing every little word. And look, when I transcribe this stuff, I'm careful. I mean, really fucking careful. It's a slow, tedious process, with little scraps of information that I have to triple-check as I'm copying them anyway, because I want to get it right the first time.

I know my grammar. I know my spelling. I know how to copy text that's right in front of me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she were, y'know, polite and friendly about it ("we really need to be careful," etc), but she operates on the assumption that I'm doing it wrong, and that annoys the hell out of me. Yes, I'm young, but I'm competent, for fuck's sake!

*grimaces and starts triple-checking every. fucking. blurb*

::gleefully tosses press kits into trash and resumes into recycling::

I get paid to squash the dreams of aspiring musicians.

::trashes a few demo CDs::

Ahahaha sometimes I really love this job...

It's raining!

...INSIDE the office!

I think a water pipe in the ceiling burst.

This can't be good.

At least it's not raining over my computer...

This would be really exciting, except. Um. It isn't supposed to rain INSIDE the office.

When at work, time actually slows down. Until half an hour before I get to leave -- then it hits fast-forward, as I realize how much shit I have left to do and how little time I have to complete it in.

The fic I'm working on is cracking me up. Because I'm trying to write something that resembles smut, and it's so bad it's funny. Will prob'ly cut out the stilted, awkward sex scene in the final draft. Which is still a long way away. But. Yes. Badly-written sex amuses me. Deleting said bad smut amuses me more.

An old friend called me today. Haven't seen him in about 6 months. Haven't spoken to him on the phone in over a year. Highly suspicious. Will have to return his call -- now I'm curious.