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Jun. 1st, 2023 06:54 pm1. Well, making some progress in copying stuff from Ao3 to SquidgeWorld. I'm not sure if I should be concerned about the fact that I can do this even though my account at Ao3 is suspended and I can't edit?
Anyhow, I copied and pasted 98 works. All of the Wire's episode reviews/recap/meta, and a lot of movie reviews. (As an aside? I have too many movie reviews. Dear god. I think I have over 100?)
But I'm ironically getting mostly kudos on movie reviews at the moment.
Debating about maybe putting this stuff on Word Press - instead? Of course no one reads my word press blog...not that I post much on it for them to read.
I worry that Squidgeworld will take exception to the movie reviews like Ao3 did, and I'll have to delete them - and do this again.
2. I'm sleep deprived. I've never been much of a sleeper. Not helped by seasonal allergies, and now hot flashes/night sweats (either brought on by menopause or diabetes, really a toss up at the moment). Last night I went to bed at eleven, fell asleep, got woken up at 11:19 by the sensor alarm, and then again every fifteen minutes - because my blood sugar had dropped to critical levels according to the sensor (54), I thought about ignoring it, but I felt somewhat dizzy, was having hot flashes, and felt off with a slight headache - so took a glucose tablet. And felt better. But then the sensor had an error. This morning? Working again. But it kept me up until around 1:30-2am worrying over it, and I get up at around 5:50 am.
I told NG a little of this, and well...
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In other news, Crazy Work-Place which had gone about four or five months without trying to kill me, tried again today. I got to Atlantic Terminal, walked to the front of the train, sat down. Only to be informed that they switched the track to track 1. We were sitting on Track 4. So we had to walk five cars down, get off the train, then walk down the platform, up the steps, down the steps, down the platform, and onto an older train - then I had to somehow open the connecting doors to the first two cars - and the train decided to leave the station as I was opening them - and I almost got caught between the trains, and lost my balance. I didn't but I came close.
So it was a good attempt, but Crazy Work-Place is foiled again.
If I'm tired again tomorrow? I may call in FMLA or Personnel Day.
3. I've decided to do staycations this year. I live in NYC and NY, it's not as if I don't live in a nice place with all sorts of activities. I'll do theater, go to the parks, maybe to some beaches, and some day trips out on LI and in Hudson River Valley.
Explore the City a bit. I still want to check out some of those museums.
I could also always do a weekend up in Tarry Town at a BnB.
I may take a four days around a weekend in July and August. Also throw in some doctor appointments.
The pressure of hunting a trip, figuring out the expense of it, and the logistics, and getting stuff for it - was stressing me out. Also I still haven't figured out my diet yet.
Traveling about is not the best way to do that.
And I have a lot of writing projects to complete this summer.
4. Finding Me by Viola Davis - goes into depth on the whole business of being a professional actress in the US. It is not easy - and that is putting it mildly. And expensive. She states that the actor's salary is split between an agent, lawyer, living expenses, taxes, and finding the next gig. You are always on the move. It's a nomadic lifestyle. They will put you up in hotels - but they vary, and will give you cars, if you want to drive them. She was terrified of driving one in LA, so luckily she didn't have to go very far. And had anxiety attacks getting behind the wheel - she was terrified of driving. (Ghod, I can relate. I envy people who don't have severe anxiety attacks when they try to drive - they are lucky. If you are one? You are in the majority. And shoo. Lucky soul.)
And you have to divide your salary between an agent and a lawyer - because you need the agent to get gigs, and the lawyer to negotiate salary and determine how much you should make.
She really gets into the nitty gritty and pain of the business. Making Michael Caine, Cranston, Perry, Kathleen Turner and Fisher seem privileged in comparison. And damn, Prince Harry comes across even more like a huge whiner...after listening to this.
Yes, I love listening to these actor bios.
Davis also goes into what it is like to hunt for work as an African-American Actress in the US, who isn't ingenue pretty. She did a lot of stage - which she notes is a completely different beast.
Did love having weddings though. She and her husband had four, I think. $25,000 spent. I find this bewildering. Some people just love throwing themselves big fancy parties?
5. I am getting stuff done at work - and my management seems happy with me. I know this because I'm not getting any criticism and they are leaving me alone for the most part, and supporting me. So...maybe things are getting better?
Niece was the only one who got COVID, she took pavalaxiod to get better faster. And the National Park delayed her required attendance date - to June 18. (ie. She no longer has to be there by June 9, she now has until the 18th to get there.)
Meanwhile Piper is acting oddly, according to my brother. Small wonder, the poor cat just lost his brother, best friend, and housemate. My brother accused me of anthropomorphisming the cat - when I told him this. But I could see the difference in the cat myself - after Clover was taken away and put down by the vet. He lost his comrade in arms.
Bro: Cats aren't pack animals.
Me: True, but the cats were raised together, they slept together, they bonded -
Bro: They aren't like people.
Bro clearly is overthinking this. I could feel the cat's pain. The day after Clover left, Piper was more affectionate than usual. He slept on my foot. He blocked my exit from the yard, and followed me into the vegetable garden, and the day after that? He slept more, and didn't move around as much. I think he's depressed. My heart ache's for Piper. My brother thought he'd rejoice, but I know what it is like to love and hate a brother at the same time.
Here is a picture of Piper sleeping on near my foot.
Anyhow, I copied and pasted 98 works. All of the Wire's episode reviews/recap/meta, and a lot of movie reviews. (As an aside? I have too many movie reviews. Dear god. I think I have over 100?)
But I'm ironically getting mostly kudos on movie reviews at the moment.
Debating about maybe putting this stuff on Word Press - instead? Of course no one reads my word press blog...not that I post much on it for them to read.
I worry that Squidgeworld will take exception to the movie reviews like Ao3 did, and I'll have to delete them - and do this again.
2. I'm sleep deprived. I've never been much of a sleeper. Not helped by seasonal allergies, and now hot flashes/night sweats (either brought on by menopause or diabetes, really a toss up at the moment). Last night I went to bed at eleven, fell asleep, got woken up at 11:19 by the sensor alarm, and then again every fifteen minutes - because my blood sugar had dropped to critical levels according to the sensor (54), I thought about ignoring it, but I felt somewhat dizzy, was having hot flashes, and felt off with a slight headache - so took a glucose tablet. And felt better. But then the sensor had an error. This morning? Working again. But it kept me up until around 1:30-2am worrying over it, and I get up at around 5:50 am.
I told NG a little of this, and well...
( Read more... )
In other news, Crazy Work-Place which had gone about four or five months without trying to kill me, tried again today. I got to Atlantic Terminal, walked to the front of the train, sat down. Only to be informed that they switched the track to track 1. We were sitting on Track 4. So we had to walk five cars down, get off the train, then walk down the platform, up the steps, down the steps, down the platform, and onto an older train - then I had to somehow open the connecting doors to the first two cars - and the train decided to leave the station as I was opening them - and I almost got caught between the trains, and lost my balance. I didn't but I came close.
So it was a good attempt, but Crazy Work-Place is foiled again.
If I'm tired again tomorrow? I may call in FMLA or Personnel Day.
3. I've decided to do staycations this year. I live in NYC and NY, it's not as if I don't live in a nice place with all sorts of activities. I'll do theater, go to the parks, maybe to some beaches, and some day trips out on LI and in Hudson River Valley.
Explore the City a bit. I still want to check out some of those museums.
I could also always do a weekend up in Tarry Town at a BnB.
I may take a four days around a weekend in July and August. Also throw in some doctor appointments.
The pressure of hunting a trip, figuring out the expense of it, and the logistics, and getting stuff for it - was stressing me out. Also I still haven't figured out my diet yet.
Traveling about is not the best way to do that.
And I have a lot of writing projects to complete this summer.
4. Finding Me by Viola Davis - goes into depth on the whole business of being a professional actress in the US. It is not easy - and that is putting it mildly. And expensive. She states that the actor's salary is split between an agent, lawyer, living expenses, taxes, and finding the next gig. You are always on the move. It's a nomadic lifestyle. They will put you up in hotels - but they vary, and will give you cars, if you want to drive them. She was terrified of driving one in LA, so luckily she didn't have to go very far. And had anxiety attacks getting behind the wheel - she was terrified of driving. (Ghod, I can relate. I envy people who don't have severe anxiety attacks when they try to drive - they are lucky. If you are one? You are in the majority. And shoo. Lucky soul.)
And you have to divide your salary between an agent and a lawyer - because you need the agent to get gigs, and the lawyer to negotiate salary and determine how much you should make.
She really gets into the nitty gritty and pain of the business. Making Michael Caine, Cranston, Perry, Kathleen Turner and Fisher seem privileged in comparison. And damn, Prince Harry comes across even more like a huge whiner...after listening to this.
Yes, I love listening to these actor bios.
Davis also goes into what it is like to hunt for work as an African-American Actress in the US, who isn't ingenue pretty. She did a lot of stage - which she notes is a completely different beast.
Did love having weddings though. She and her husband had four, I think. $25,000 spent. I find this bewildering. Some people just love throwing themselves big fancy parties?
5. I am getting stuff done at work - and my management seems happy with me. I know this because I'm not getting any criticism and they are leaving me alone for the most part, and supporting me. So...maybe things are getting better?
Niece was the only one who got COVID, she took pavalaxiod to get better faster. And the National Park delayed her required attendance date - to June 18. (ie. She no longer has to be there by June 9, she now has until the 18th to get there.)
Meanwhile Piper is acting oddly, according to my brother. Small wonder, the poor cat just lost his brother, best friend, and housemate. My brother accused me of anthropomorphisming the cat - when I told him this. But I could see the difference in the cat myself - after Clover was taken away and put down by the vet. He lost his comrade in arms.
Bro: Cats aren't pack animals.
Me: True, but the cats were raised together, they slept together, they bonded -
Bro: They aren't like people.
Bro clearly is overthinking this. I could feel the cat's pain. The day after Clover left, Piper was more affectionate than usual. He slept on my foot. He blocked my exit from the yard, and followed me into the vegetable garden, and the day after that? He slept more, and didn't move around as much. I think he's depressed. My heart ache's for Piper. My brother thought he'd rejoice, but I know what it is like to love and hate a brother at the same time.
Here is a picture of Piper sleeping on near my foot.