So, I’m pretty sure I passed. I may have aced it, but who knows? I seem to overdo things and then they ding me for it. I can’t imagine why they’d want to do that, but who am I to decide why a large organization doesn’t want people going above and beyond?
Mediocrity is the key to success in big institutions. That, and asskissing, grift and probably blackmail.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 370 words, novella: The MungkAll this work I’ve been doing, training at the new job I started at the end of October culminates today in a test of knowledge that I hope I’m equal to. I did pretty darn well at my test cases, so I hope that holds true for the test as well.
Time to find out if I’m a dope or I’ve got hope. Jesus, I kind of hate myself for that. Sorry for inflicting it upon you.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 213 words, novella: The MungkTired. The week leading up to Christmas and a convenient weekend holiday have me rethinking everything.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 233 words, novella: The MungkAnd no, not The Weight by The Band. Actual, physical weight. I’ve been trying to get my down for years, if not months now, but it’s almost as high as it’s ever been (I peaked at 216, and I’m over 209 now).
Part of me knows it’s just a straight willpower thing. I know what to eat and how much, but having something delicious in front of you, particularly at this time of year?
I need to go hang out where people eat celery and carrots, and not rumballs and nanaimo bars.
And yet, you can’t take all the joy out of life. You can probably put that on my headstone when I die of weight-related causes. He always ate the joy out of life.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 515 words, novella: The MungkStarted my morning with Vapour Trails, Ben Harper and Pennyroyal Tea. It’s funny how when you listen to things like this, you’re reminded of just how bad some of the music on the streams actually is. It’s all so generic. There are a few standouts – I’m partial to Alessia Cara’s Here, because as an introvert, I feel that in my gut, and I’ve been there. Tate McRae’s You Broke Me First has something to love and yes, even Driver’s License. True heartache is always a winner.
Where I draw the line is pure aggrandizement that doesn’t include anyone else, or faux “I like the simple things” that are really just masks for regressive thinking and politics. So you know… country. My dislike of the former rules out most rap, and all Kanye. The whole gigantic ego thing… well, I think we’ve all had just about enough of that for a long, long while (cough, cough, Donald, cough, cough, Elon). I was never on the bandwagon, so I guess I never got off. I don’t mind Jay-Z, though I’m not in the “Beyonce Is Everything” camp.
Snoop seems cool. Like a very chill dude you could hang with and have a great time, but who wouldn’t bullshit you at all. Like the Dude or Jimmy Buffett, if the Dude or Jimmy Buffett was into gangsta rap.
Anyways. Nirvana was the jam. Foo Fighters still is. The Weight is my favourite chill song. So be it.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 389 words, novella: The MungkThere’s a certain glory in the world heading into a reset weekly, although if I’m being honest, I’d prefer not have to think about work at all.
I’d like to write full time, and make enough money from it not to have to worry too much about my finances. I don’t need Stephen King or J.K. Rowling money (although that would be cool, even if I ended up giving most of it away), but you know. Maybe Chuck Palahniuk money. William Gibson money.
George R.R. Martin money.
Then again, what do I know?
Target: 1100 words
Written: 992 words, novella: The MungkI love a good massage, but the stiffness that follows I could do without. I am sore as hell today, even with all the water I drank last night.
Standing desk it is today, I think. I’m not sure I could bear to sit.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 193 words, novella: The MungkNow that I’m back working at home, I’m not walking as much and let’s face it: my office setup is suboptimal. The limited amount of space we have to use is compounded by the fact that wheeled chairs and hardwood floors don’t mix very well. Especially armless ones.
So between poor ergonomics and my endless quest to find a pillow that’s actually good, I’m a little stiff and sore today. Add to that an increased exercise schedule to try and help with my weight loss, which also isn’t going particularly well, and I’m hurting a little.
Massage tonight. As always, short term solution.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 373 words, novella: The MungkFinally got my work cell phone, which means I don’t have to go into the office, so yay! Working from home again. Thirty minutes of travel time regained, and a proper lunch.
Yippee-kay-yay, motherfucker. (Christmas movie.)
Target: 1100 words
Written: 408 words, novella: The MungkBut it’s coming. From the sounds of it, unless the owner changes her mind, we’re going to be the proud new parents of a six-year-old golden retriever, after Christmas.
We are nothing if not suckers.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 192 words, novella: The Mungk