wherein work continues to be Too Much

Today at work I:

1. Uploaded some old photos for Miss Cactus to use in ads until we can get new, staged photos of apartments of those specific types in those specific buildings.

2. Made some new ads and updated old ones to account for a new special. (For Craigslist, this took ~10 minutes. For the local landlords' association website, it took ~90 minutes because their photo editor has a nasty habit of getting stuck in endless loops after which you have to refresh the whole page and start over. *headdesk*)

3. Answered some inquiries and attempted to arrange some tours.

4. Fielded a tenant's maintenance issue and transferred a couple of financial questions to the accounting department.

5. Inspected several apartments.

6. Un-staged a two-bedroom apartment and carted all the materials back to my office.

7. Unboxed my shiny new office microwave. Then realized I had no place to put it, so I moved an armchair to serve as a temporary "table" because at least that was better than the floor. *sigh* Fortunately Maintenance Guy has a random table in storage that doesn't really work as either a dining table or an end table and he said he'll bring it to my office tomorrow.

8. Updated all available apartment prices on our website. Updated prices in some of our ads to match.

9. Staged and photographed a 3-bedroom apartment. Mr. Geniality came over to take video, but Lawyer Man had made off with the gimbal AGAIN so what we shot was some probably quite wobbly footage on Mr. Geniality's cell phone, plus some good still photos of closets and bathrooms. We left the apartment staged in case Lawyer Man can't work with our footage and decides to reshoot the raw video tomorrow.

10. Began putting together a shelving unit.

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In other news, I ordered a birthday present for my friend Susan and am having it shipped directly to her, and Nick and I had a brief but good phone chat this evening.

Now I think I will have some cheese and crackers and alcohol before I fall into bed.

[Fic] "Faith, Hope, Love" -- Darkangel Trilogy

Here is a tiny Darkangel Trilogy ficlet I started some years ago and was never quite sure how to finish.

Today I finished it, and then tidied the beginning and middle until the whole thing flowed correctly. (180 words)

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Faith, Hope, Love
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The body Ravenna made for Aeriel is eerily true to life, but its artificiality shows in subtle ways. Her skin never darkens under Solstar's light. Her eyes weep at the bidding of her heart, but never from minor irritants like onions or dust. Her hair and nails neither grow nor break and fray, and she only breathes to speak.

Some daymonths, that changelessness stalks her dreams with nets and spears of panic, the depths of her mind convinced she is trapped in a living grave. Waking, her breath quickened to reflexive, unneeded gasps, she remains uneasy at how close her borrowed life mirrors the frozen, soulless mockery Oriencor made of her icari.

On those nights, Erin sleeps close at Aeriel's side, the warmth of her body and the rise of her chest both comfort and scourge. Each beat of her heart, each touch of her hands and lips, is a slow drip of tears on the ramparts of Aeriel's fear, until at last the rocky, jagged fastness is worn to fertile plains where hope and faith can blossom once again.

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End of Ficlet

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And now to bed. :)