Following up on this entry, the first season of Robin Hood still hasn't finished downloading. My impatience is astounding.
I'm reading Le Morte D'Arthur, which I'm enjoying more than I had originally thought I would. However, is it possible, Sir Thomas Malory, to put a lid on the copious and extensive discussions of who exactly knocked whom off his horse, and who then who re-horsed that fellow?
The receptionist is the most annoying person in the world. She makes my eye twitch. It isn't that she's a bad employee or difficult to get along with. My problem is that she is so needy. So needy. She asks me if she can help me three to four times a day, which is pretty ridiculous and excessive. When she has a doctor appointment, she tells me about it fifteen times, and then gives me a frickin' schedule of when she plans to leave, how long it will take her to get there, and when she will expect to return. Appreciated and all, but I have other shit to attend to, and my world does not revolve around your multiple doctor appointments. She's a sickly one. Actually, she's not very sickly, but she loves to make a fuss over little things. Payroll Girl is gone this morning, and that means all the pressure is on me to appease Miss Receptionist. And I'm just really not in the mood today. I'm actually going out of my way to avoid her. I need to go fax a couple things downstairs, but I'm putting it off because she's down there, and I'd have to walk by her desk.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive an e-mail yesterday from the folks at
sshg_awards. Apparently, I was nominated for a couple awards during this round. My story "Love Him in My Absence" was nominated for Best Romance, and I was nominated as a contender for Best New Author. How exciting! A big thank you from me to all the administrators, moderators, and helpers who run that community and coordinate the awards. I think all of us appreciate the time and effort you put into this. And thank you for the shiny graphic!

I'm reading Le Morte D'Arthur, which I'm enjoying more than I had originally thought I would. However, is it possible, Sir Thomas Malory, to put a lid on the copious and extensive discussions of who exactly knocked whom off his horse, and who then who re-horsed that fellow?
The receptionist is the most annoying person in the world. She makes my eye twitch. It isn't that she's a bad employee or difficult to get along with. My problem is that she is so needy. So needy. She asks me if she can help me three to four times a day, which is pretty ridiculous and excessive. When she has a doctor appointment, she tells me about it fifteen times, and then gives me a frickin' schedule of when she plans to leave, how long it will take her to get there, and when she will expect to return. Appreciated and all, but I have other shit to attend to, and my world does not revolve around your multiple doctor appointments. She's a sickly one. Actually, she's not very sickly, but she loves to make a fuss over little things. Payroll Girl is gone this morning, and that means all the pressure is on me to appease Miss Receptionist. And I'm just really not in the mood today. I'm actually going out of my way to avoid her. I need to go fax a couple things downstairs, but I'm putting it off because she's down there, and I'd have to walk by her desk.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive an e-mail yesterday from the folks at
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