float_on_alright: time for wine (time for wine)
 

I’m so tired. I’m frustrated and cranky and in a hella pissy mood in general. I know it’s partly that I’m tired. I’ve been going and going and going for what feels like weeks and when I think about it, it kind of has been. I worked Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of the last week of August and then that Thursday night I drove to Dragon*Con. Dragon*Con was a whirlwind of excitement, activity, and socialization for three and a half days before I drove home Monday evening. I had Ju’Leia over Tuesday and Wednesday was amazing, but it still felt like I was going a little. I mean we had fun and it was low key, watching dumb movies fun, but I was still trying to be functional and sociable which is pretty tough. Then I took her to the airport the next morning. We left the house before 4:30 am. I did get a tiny wink of sleep before I had to be up for a shower and work, but it was not nearly enough. I spent the day at a different branch which meant being hella personable and hella on point since I was with people who would only be judging based on who I was that day. Then I did a day at my normal branch and I honestly don’t remember how I made it through. I had Friday off and I slept a good chunk, but Dad wanted to go get a camera so we did shopping and ran some errands. Then it was back to work on Saturday. Again, the weekend wasn’t overly hard but it was still a lot to pick back up on.

 

The rest of this week has been hella dumb and frustrating and busy. There have definitely been some good points. I had my yearly review meeting today which went really well. I was stressed and anxious about it so that didn’t help my overall situation, but I was glad to have it done and I was glad that I was given such glowing praise.

 

It’s just been such a dumb week with being short staffed and the internet going out for a bit and schools not closing at normal times and everyone flooding to the library before the hurricane hits. There’s this crazy woman from Greensboro who keeps calling and then getting into tangents about the devil being alive and well in North Carolina and just… all kinds of stuff. I’ve got a three day weekend this weekend and I know I’m going to be doing nothing but recovering.

 

That said, I’m heading to bed and hoping that tomorrow will be easy even if I’m worried we’re going to be overrun.

float_on_alright: kate bishop with her head on a desk in exasperation (asdf)

I’ll need to write about nine hundred words tonight to reach my goal. I also need to post my story for July. Hopefully that won’t take too long. I may just post it on Livejournal for today because I just need to do a final few edits and then have it posted somewhere so that I can post a link to it on Writing dot com. As much as I like to have those posted on Archive of Our Own, it’s a lot more work to get the thing posted on there. I can always import the story from livejournal to AO3 later, which is helpful. I can access livejournal and dreamwidth at work so I may be able to post it while I’m on the desk tonight. That would be preferable since I won’t get home until close to nine tonight and the more I can get done while I’m on the desk at work tonight the better. I need to go to bed as early as possible tonight. I’m still tired as fuck, even after last night’s great night sleep and I’ll be getting up just after five tomorrow morning so it’s not like there’s a big window. If I can get into bed by around eleven tonight, I’ll probably be okay.


I am stressed about tomorrow. I signed up to work at the “Kids Eat Free” table at the hospital tomorrow, hopefully just as an information person. After the craft madness today for Harry Potter Club, I’m fucking exhausted and cranky as hell.


I like working with the teens, though they can certainly wear you out. I love working with adults even if they too can be tiring and sometimes intimidating. But I really don’t like working with kids. I really do. Especially en masse. I find them stressful and aggravating. And it’s not like they can help it. I sure as shit can’t say anything to them either, but they’re CHILDREN for fuck’s sake and they don’t deserve my ire.


God, I don’t want kids. I know all people in generations before mine like to say that I will want them one day, but I can’t imagine myself with kids. I could maybe manage an older one. A teen or something, maybe. They can be such assholes, so I can’t say how confident I am about that. It’s not their fault, they’re just a ball of hormones and stress and the feeling that they’re immortal. They can’t help that they act that way.


I know I was such a dick as a teenager. I’m typically a pretty nice person, but yeah, I was a total dick.


Anyway, the Harry Potter Festival was mostly for kids and teens, there for people who came in as a family mostly, but of course there was a big daycare or day camp group that came in and they were a mob more or less. After close to two hours of that, I have a headache and I’d honestly like to cry. I won’t. And I’ll be fine.


I have to be back on the desk facing the public soon, but I’m hoping I can take a deep breath and regain some of my calm in the next five minutes or so. Wish me luck.

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