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Mar. 24th, 2004 07:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieOkay, update time. Yes, I'm still working on the last chapter of IS. But I spent last week proofreading/reviewing the whole rest of the ms and then correcting things--mostly because the laser printer that Mr. Cameron bought on ebay arrived, and I wanted to see it print the stack of paper so I could look at it and feel I'd accomplished something. I've been working on it one little piece at a time, and I'd lost sight of the whole thing, it was just feeling like a million little fragments. Anyway, I think there might be one or two more small tweaks, and really the work on the last bit is going to be fairly minor, but it's just not going to get done this week, unless I do it tonight, which is a possibility.
Saturday was another NMC concert. It went off pretty well, but I'm always useless the next day, because with small kids you just can't sleep in when you've been up late the night before. But Saturday itself...well, that was interesting.
Now, in the past I've ranted about my boss on the Dope. Well, I don't do the newsletter stuff anymore, I just arrange the concert details, something he can't really get in the middle of, so I'm mostly safe from his meddling these days, except for hearing about it from the guy who took over the stuff that was driving me nuts.
But the whole reason I got the job in the first place was because I know my boss from somewhere else--a group that sings together regularly. Now. Turns out, my boss called up one member of the group to tell her that the rest of the group felt we needed to invite her emotionally abusive ex back to the group, because he was such a good musician and somehow we couldn't function without him. The rest of the group A) doesn't know about the emotionally abusive part and B) never, in fact, resolved that this guy was "needed." There was, apparently, a conversation or two about "gee, he was fun to sing with, wouldn't it be nice if he came back" but that does not equal "we can't function without him and must demand a member put up or shut up about having her ex back."
I was spitting mad. Even not knowing (which he didn't) about the circumstances of the breakup it was a colossally insensitive thing to do, and then to lie about the group's feelings and intentions in the matter...he'd done it to me before (saying a bunch of people were unhappy with my work, when that just wasn't true but he didn't want to say it was just him), but it's a different matter when he's doing it to other people, and poisoning the atmosphere in a group of folks who have so far managed to get along and tolerate each other's foibles very nicely.
Well, that was Saturday. Sunday was useless, and this week is spring break for both kids, so the time I'd usually have free...well, I don't. And I have to clean out my car, and pack for this weekend, which is MidSouthCon. I'm driving down by myself, since my friend couldn't go this year, but Dramliza will be at the con, and I'm planning to have a good time. But it means making sure I've got enough warm clothes (you could have stored meat in the hotel, last year, so I'm going to be prepared this time and bring layers), batteries for the camera, clean out my laptop bag so I'm not dragging around a year's worth of paper notes on the novel, get my travel stuff all together, make sure I actually know how to get to the hotel from the highway, etc. And I'd meant to have a finished ms by the end of this week that I could send off to Charlie for final general comments, so I guess I'm staying up late tonight to do that.
Here's a message from Paidhi Boy:
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pie mom dad
I had to coach him on "dad" but he typed "mom" all by himself!
Saturday was another NMC concert. It went off pretty well, but I'm always useless the next day, because with small kids you just can't sleep in when you've been up late the night before. But Saturday itself...well, that was interesting.
Now, in the past I've ranted about my boss on the Dope. Well, I don't do the newsletter stuff anymore, I just arrange the concert details, something he can't really get in the middle of, so I'm mostly safe from his meddling these days, except for hearing about it from the guy who took over the stuff that was driving me nuts.
But the whole reason I got the job in the first place was because I know my boss from somewhere else--a group that sings together regularly. Now. Turns out, my boss called up one member of the group to tell her that the rest of the group felt we needed to invite her emotionally abusive ex back to the group, because he was such a good musician and somehow we couldn't function without him. The rest of the group A) doesn't know about the emotionally abusive part and B) never, in fact, resolved that this guy was "needed." There was, apparently, a conversation or two about "gee, he was fun to sing with, wouldn't it be nice if he came back" but that does not equal "we can't function without him and must demand a member put up or shut up about having her ex back."
I was spitting mad. Even not knowing (which he didn't) about the circumstances of the breakup it was a colossally insensitive thing to do, and then to lie about the group's feelings and intentions in the matter...he'd done it to me before (saying a bunch of people were unhappy with my work, when that just wasn't true but he didn't want to say it was just him), but it's a different matter when he's doing it to other people, and poisoning the atmosphere in a group of folks who have so far managed to get along and tolerate each other's foibles very nicely.
Well, that was Saturday. Sunday was useless, and this week is spring break for both kids, so the time I'd usually have free...well, I don't. And I have to clean out my car, and pack for this weekend, which is MidSouthCon. I'm driving down by myself, since my friend couldn't go this year, but Dramliza will be at the con, and I'm planning to have a good time. But it means making sure I've got enough warm clothes (you could have stored meat in the hotel, last year, so I'm going to be prepared this time and bring layers), batteries for the camera, clean out my laptop bag so I'm not dragging around a year's worth of paper notes on the novel, get my travel stuff all together, make sure I actually know how to get to the hotel from the highway, etc. And I'd meant to have a finished ms by the end of this week that I could send off to Charlie for final general comments, so I guess I'm staying up late tonight to do that.
Here's a message from Paidhi Boy:
iidiklkdjwekjjjkdwjkedjdlkwjrejdjkjkjkj pie
pie mom dad
I had to coach him on "dad" but he typed "mom" all by himself!
