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Meh. Am not actually having issues with weasels and walls re: plot. Am having issues re: new job and thus loss of valuable writing time.
Should probably have written something during slow periods at work, but the office was generally full of people and it was more interesting/useful to talk to them. Also, I have begun fighting a war with the Jungle of Doom in my supervisor's office.
See, apparently the secretary before my supervisor was a plant fanatic. She liked plants with long creeping vine-like tendrils. And she never trimmed them. Instead, she strung wire between the metal ceiling supports (you know, the ones that hold up the weird pasteboard tiles) and draped the vines over the wires. Hence Jungle of Doom.
Now she's gone off to work at the high school, and we're left with her evil plants. Because the high school, sensibly enough, wouldn't let her bring them anywhere near their offices.
So far, the Jungle of Doom is winning, though I managed to lop off a number of dead or denuded vines, and also cleaned out a fair bit of the dead leaf/stem/vine residue deep with the Jungle -- that is, the bits that haven't been touched in god knows how long, because there's so much green in the way!
Oh. My supervisor was STILL out sick. So I played office manager again. It's kind of interesting trying to figure out the work order software on my own, particularly since pieces of it are inacessible. It runs off the Maintenance director's computer, and he's been inexplicably out of his office for a month and nobody can make various bits of the program work properly. It is assumed that my supervisor can fix this when she finally returns from her illness.
This is not how I like starting a new job, but I have to admit that the sink-or-swim method does give one a fair amount of confidence that no matter what happens, you can deal with it.
Meh. Am not actually having issues with weasels and walls re: plot. Am having issues re: new job and thus loss of valuable writing time.
Should probably have written something during slow periods at work, but the office was generally full of people and it was more interesting/useful to talk to them. Also, I have begun fighting a war with the Jungle of Doom in my supervisor's office.
See, apparently the secretary before my supervisor was a plant fanatic. She liked plants with long creeping vine-like tendrils. And she never trimmed them. Instead, she strung wire between the metal ceiling supports (you know, the ones that hold up the weird pasteboard tiles) and draped the vines over the wires. Hence Jungle of Doom.
Now she's gone off to work at the high school, and we're left with her evil plants. Because the high school, sensibly enough, wouldn't let her bring them anywhere near their offices.
So far, the Jungle of Doom is winning, though I managed to lop off a number of dead or denuded vines, and also cleaned out a fair bit of the dead leaf/stem/vine residue deep with the Jungle -- that is, the bits that haven't been touched in god knows how long, because there's so much green in the way!
Oh. My supervisor was STILL out sick. So I played office manager again. It's kind of interesting trying to figure out the work order software on my own, particularly since pieces of it are inacessible. It runs off the Maintenance director's computer, and he's been inexplicably out of his office for a month and nobody can make various bits of the program work properly. It is assumed that my supervisor can fix this when she finally returns from her illness.
This is not how I like starting a new job, but I have to admit that the sink-or-swim method does give one a fair amount of confidence that no matter what happens, you can deal with it.