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I was meant to print out this month's scripts last night, and then this morning. I came to print them now and the printer gives an alert that it's low on ink. Cyan ink. Come on, printer, you don't need specifically cyan ink to print a prescription. Fuck whoever decided that this thing will force me to buy ink I don't need instead of giving me the option to print in B&W.
I can't stop thinking about leaving my current job. It's a difficult prospect and would put me in a difficult position. Even leaving in two months would still put me in a difficult position. Which is something that might happen if they fail to find me another position within the company.
Thinking longingly about waking up every morning to write isn't helping my resentment.
In good news, I've been writing fic and it's fun and happy-making. Still in the total obsession (if not quite honeymoon) phase of Shiny New Fandom. Whenever I'm not playing or reading or writing... I'm thinking about playing or writing. My AO3 page is starting to gradually show the signs.
I can't stop thinking about leaving my current job. It's a difficult prospect and would put me in a difficult position. Even leaving in two months would still put me in a difficult position. Which is something that might happen if they fail to find me another position within the company.
Thinking longingly about waking up every morning to write isn't helping my resentment.
In good news, I've been writing fic and it's fun and happy-making. Still in the total obsession (if not quite honeymoon) phase of Shiny New Fandom. Whenever I'm not playing or reading or writing... I'm thinking about playing or writing. My AO3 page is starting to gradually show the signs.