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Dec. 7th, 2023 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neonanimaI keep reminding myself to write but journaling keeps falling to the bottom of my priorities. I used to journal as a true writing craft. I wrote lovely descriptions of my experiences in my head as I experienced them.
New Orleans was fabulous. Loved it in the way I loved Boston, Glasgow, and Portland. It's like if New York was chill or Nashville was cool. Margot's sister got her wallet knicked in a crowd, but she yelled at the guy so loudly that she startled him, he dropped it, and she got it back.
Work's been a shitshow. I can't tell if our CMO is being pulled in a dozen different directs and we keep having to drop everything accordingly to work on some new initiative, or if she feels not in control so she's taking it out on us. The thing I've been working on all week is the competitive analysis she assigned us months ago that we're now redoing because she wanted it done in 2 days so the job was sloppy and incomplete. I'm sure it pissed her off that we told her it was done when it wasn't, but instead of learning from this that she can't expect good work in such a short turnaround, she's cracking down by giving us another unrealistic deadline. I hate that I've worked till 9PM and that it feels a little triumphant to have spent so long on something and now it's done. Maybe this is what she does because she needs that feeling. Maybe she manufacturers these crises because she thrives on the sense of accomplishment in finishing them because she doesn't personally work on our campaigns anymore so she doesn't get the satisfaction from earning anything from them.
I'm currently listening to Conversations with Friends and something about it made me think I should write about a toxic manager-subordinate relationship with mushy boundaries.
I stopped working on my short story that kept getting longer with no direction. I started Nanowrimo but stopped. I did start RPing again. I'm writing again with Jane and Lamb, both of whom I missed deeply. I think I'm lowkey in love with them both. I could talk to them for hours. Except that Jane I always seem to hit this wall which may be how intimidated I am by her wit and intelligence.
My grandmother isn't doing well. When I came to visit for Thanksgiving, she was sitting at the table taking her medication. She has to read instructions written by my oldest nephew, then write down the medication after taking it and turn the bottle upside-down so she knows she's taken it. Even after taken everything on her list, she kept going back to it trying to figure out what else she needed to take. My nephew is having trouble getting her doctors to do anything about it. Apparently they just keep suggesting anti-anxiety medication.
I had enough reward points to get my nephews a Playstation 5. I want to make a little scavenger hunt out of it. Christmas would be so tiresome without them.
New Orleans was fabulous. Loved it in the way I loved Boston, Glasgow, and Portland. It's like if New York was chill or Nashville was cool. Margot's sister got her wallet knicked in a crowd, but she yelled at the guy so loudly that she startled him, he dropped it, and she got it back.
Work's been a shitshow. I can't tell if our CMO is being pulled in a dozen different directs and we keep having to drop everything accordingly to work on some new initiative, or if she feels not in control so she's taking it out on us. The thing I've been working on all week is the competitive analysis she assigned us months ago that we're now redoing because she wanted it done in 2 days so the job was sloppy and incomplete. I'm sure it pissed her off that we told her it was done when it wasn't, but instead of learning from this that she can't expect good work in such a short turnaround, she's cracking down by giving us another unrealistic deadline. I hate that I've worked till 9PM and that it feels a little triumphant to have spent so long on something and now it's done. Maybe this is what she does because she needs that feeling. Maybe she manufacturers these crises because she thrives on the sense of accomplishment in finishing them because she doesn't personally work on our campaigns anymore so she doesn't get the satisfaction from earning anything from them.
I'm currently listening to Conversations with Friends and something about it made me think I should write about a toxic manager-subordinate relationship with mushy boundaries.
I stopped working on my short story that kept getting longer with no direction. I started Nanowrimo but stopped. I did start RPing again. I'm writing again with Jane and Lamb, both of whom I missed deeply. I think I'm lowkey in love with them both. I could talk to them for hours. Except that Jane I always seem to hit this wall which may be how intimidated I am by her wit and intelligence.
My grandmother isn't doing well. When I came to visit for Thanksgiving, she was sitting at the table taking her medication. She has to read instructions written by my oldest nephew, then write down the medication after taking it and turn the bottle upside-down so she knows she's taken it. Even after taken everything on her list, she kept going back to it trying to figure out what else she needed to take. My nephew is having trouble getting her doctors to do anything about it. Apparently they just keep suggesting anti-anxiety medication.
I had enough reward points to get my nephews a Playstation 5. I want to make a little scavenger hunt out of it. Christmas would be so tiresome without them.