I went to Piano class on Monday. You will perhaps be amused to hear I had to play something for the entire class. That was quite a treat for them, I imagine, considering the whole lack-of-practicing-for-three-weeks thing. Nice timing on karma's part as well.
I went to History class on Tuesday. My grade on the first paper I've written since 1996: A/A. One grade for research, one for writing. Two general comments, one query about source, bibliography entirely free of red ink. A perfect score, the only one in the class. Hot diggity.
I go to work day after day and it is with personal concern that I announce no one is traveling. With our biggest corporate account having defected to another agency (which is not going well, I understand, so I hope they come back to us) and the other agent gone it seems terribly quiet. I haven't enough to do even after I finish reading my homework, checking out a couple of celebrity gossip, I mean news, websites, and read through my diary list. So I've taken up Bookworm. It's engaging enough to keep my interest for long periods of time, easy to put down when the phone happens to ring or a client walks in, and since they can't see my screen it's a lot more professional than reading at my desk. As far as they're concerned I could be researching something fabulous. I never am, though. People, call your travel agent! Go somewhere for the holidays! The planes are not full, the fares are not high, the hotels want your business, and so do travel agencies! Come on, help me stay employed. Jared tried and he had fun doing it. Because I am a fun travel agent, if a bit bored at the moment.
I'm on AIM a lot during the day. If you want to say hi I'm LucyHuntzinger. Catchy, no? It seems to attract a lot of automated spam messaging from Marie81924 and the like so I'd like to change it. I keep trying for a new, ultra cool name but since there are approximately sixteen bazillion AOL users I can't find a simple id that isn't already in use. Though that does use up some of my spare time at work.
Somewhere in the past few days I've passed a crisis point. I was in some kind of spiraling existential despair regarding school and homework for a few weeks, but I'm better now. It's strange how that happened, both the spiral and the cessation. Glad it's over. I don't feel comfortable in my skin when I procrastinate. I forgot how dreadful it is, a haze of guilt and denial ruining the fun of goofing off. Finishing this semester is the hardest thing I've done in years. I'm not complaining, I'm just noticing: it's been genuinely difficult psychologically. It can't compare to the torment of working at a job I loathed for two years, but it's right up there with root canals and traffic school. Now I've snapped back to being fine with it.
Maybe it's because I can finally say this will all be over in a month. That's a comprehensible, reasonably short period of time. One month. And Legolas waiting for me on the big screen when it's all over. Sweet.
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