I wandered out from the monitor meeting and hung, all be-jittered, in the break room for a while. Motley showed up,
othercat showed up, and, surprisingly, Figment showed up, with a fresh haircut and a pall of gloom, doom, pain, and exhaustion over him. He asked me how the monitor meeting had gone; I referred to my notes and gave him the full summary (with some side comments that I could have done entirely without, about my vocal pauses, from Motley). I am far more entertaining than the Monitor Boss, because I don't have to be professional. Heh. Overtime's coming up fast. I opted for a little, because gods know I could use it. Fortunately, it starts just as
nanowrimo ends. I take my first extra shift the literal day after it ends, right when I could use some rest. Oh, and I need to drop in or call in to work tomorrow to demonstrate my willingness to be a RPA walker (utterly distinguishable from the AT-AT walker and other Star Wars equipment). I was on the phones, and the lag time managed to give me several belated morning pages, and the usual three pages of written
cuttingrmfloor material. Figment explained his Doom aura: aside from the obvious (which he did not mention), he also had a physical exam for a potential new job lead, which exam involved a 12+ hour fast, blood drawn, and physical exercise on top of that. Ow.
