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Cranky As Hell
Jul. 31st, 2018 04:52 pmI’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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