End of Day
Nov. 14th, 2001 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taerowynAhhhh the end of the work day draws near. Although we didn't receive a single order today, I still accomplished quite a bit. I prepared and packed up 50 copies of our latest book and will be taking them to Mail Boxes Etc. to ship out today. I hate going there because I'm always dropping off mass quantities of stuff that they make no profit on because we already pay for it here (either with our postage meter or on our FedEx account). Guess I could work on the theory that hey, that's their job, but I still feel a touch guilty.
So now, with everything accomplished, I am fully planning on spending my last half hour goofing off on the web. Don't condemn me too much, other than "straightening up" there really is NOTHING I can be doing. No orders to fill, all the bulk mailing is done, the temp is stuffing envelopes, I've finished all my projects and everybody has left for the day so there's nobody I can assist in anything. I be done. Now I get to go home and clean...not such a bad prospect, both my car and my room desperately need it.
OH! The fax is ringing, perhaps it will be an order and I will have something to do instead of this random stream of consciousness typing.
No such luck, it's some random essay assignment for one of the women who works here. Odd.
Haven't been out and about much as of late. Last time I went out was Sunday night for coffee and pizza with friends. One friend brought her 18-month-old daughter...too cute. My mom would be happy to hear that I am beginning to waiver a bit on my "NO CHILDREN" stance. I think a large part of that is that I have found myself interested in a career I could manage. I firmly believe in raising kids yourself, sans daycare etc. It just seems to me that a lot of problems arise when parents aren't there for the kids. Don't get me wrong, my brother and I were "latch-key" kids from ages 11 and 7 respectively, but for the years before that Mom was ALWAYS around and I think that meant a lot. So, because of this belief I never wanted kids because, let's face it, I'm just too selfish to give up a large part of my life (i.e. my career) for years on end. But if I do end up becoming a journalist, hopefully I can freelance for those key years, watching the kid(s). This makes me happy because, truth be told, I do adore kids, and the thought of raising one, seeing him/her experience things for the first time, reading it all my beloved books from youth, and just having that kind of a connection with someone...
Not that I'm ready and rearing to go or anything. My mom wants grandkids ASAP, she just doesn't want me or my brother having kids anytime soon. I try to explain the inherent problem with this view, but you try using logic with my mom :oP
Guess I've rambled enough and should start closing up shop here. Enjoy your evening all and if you get the chance, get yourself hooked on West Wing...don't we wish the White House was such.
So now, with everything accomplished, I am fully planning on spending my last half hour goofing off on the web. Don't condemn me too much, other than "straightening up" there really is NOTHING I can be doing. No orders to fill, all the bulk mailing is done, the temp is stuffing envelopes, I've finished all my projects and everybody has left for the day so there's nobody I can assist in anything. I be done. Now I get to go home and clean...not such a bad prospect, both my car and my room desperately need it.
OH! The fax is ringing, perhaps it will be an order and I will have something to do instead of this random stream of consciousness typing.
No such luck, it's some random essay assignment for one of the women who works here. Odd.
Haven't been out and about much as of late. Last time I went out was Sunday night for coffee and pizza with friends. One friend brought her 18-month-old daughter...too cute. My mom would be happy to hear that I am beginning to waiver a bit on my "NO CHILDREN" stance. I think a large part of that is that I have found myself interested in a career I could manage. I firmly believe in raising kids yourself, sans daycare etc. It just seems to me that a lot of problems arise when parents aren't there for the kids. Don't get me wrong, my brother and I were "latch-key" kids from ages 11 and 7 respectively, but for the years before that Mom was ALWAYS around and I think that meant a lot. So, because of this belief I never wanted kids because, let's face it, I'm just too selfish to give up a large part of my life (i.e. my career) for years on end. But if I do end up becoming a journalist, hopefully I can freelance for those key years, watching the kid(s). This makes me happy because, truth be told, I do adore kids, and the thought of raising one, seeing him/her experience things for the first time, reading it all my beloved books from youth, and just having that kind of a connection with someone...
Not that I'm ready and rearing to go or anything. My mom wants grandkids ASAP, she just doesn't want me or my brother having kids anytime soon. I try to explain the inherent problem with this view, but you try using logic with my mom :oP
Guess I've rambled enough and should start closing up shop here. Enjoy your evening all and if you get the chance, get yourself hooked on West Wing...don't we wish the White House was such.
