Too nice. In the modern sense.
Nov. 23rd, 2010 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSometimes, seriously, I think I should just learn to be a little rougher.
Like, f'rexample, when those people phone up who wouldn't even consider me for a job a couple of months back because I don't have a degree, and who gave the advertised jobs to poets although they'd advertised for prose writers; when they phone up to say please would I do some part-time teaching for them next semester, because behold, their faculty is full of poets and they really need a novelist...
I did actually anticipate this, if not quite foretell it. When I was in the throes of application, it did occur to me that they might turn me down for actual employment but (reminded, as it were, that I exist, and am useful) offer me part-time hours. In my imagination, significantly, I said no. If I'm not good enough for your payroll, I said, then I'm not good enough for your students, am I? No thanks, I said. In my imagination, in advance.
Come the actual utterly unsurprising event, of course I said yes. Penny's a friend, damn it, and it's not her fault; and even a few hours' teaching would be actual money. Indeed, the hours she was talking about would be run-away-to-California money, which I might really need by then.
Still. Some little part of me is mocking me for being so easy.
In other news, I have a new definition of ominous absence for you. It's that moment where you are frying bacon - bacon! - and realise in a sudden dreadful moment that there are no cats fussing about your feet.
And then remember that you bought sossidges in the market this morning.
And forgot to unload them from your bag, which is lying around in the dining-room for anybody to help themselves.
Uh, yeah. A sossidge in the paw is worth any amount of bacon in the pan, apparently.
In probably-rhetorical questions: I have spent too much of today playing with softwares, some of which has been productive and some not, but why oh why have they not standardised access to the BIOS of any and all PCs? It would just be so much easier for all concerned, if everyone knew that you pressed this key or that one - I don't care which - at boot and were sure to get into the BIOS. I have five computers in this house, and I think they're all different. And half of them don't tell you, so you might need to boot 'em three or four times, pressing ESC or F1 or F2, or pressing-and-holding-down, or...
Like, f'rexample, when those people phone up who wouldn't even consider me for a job a couple of months back because I don't have a degree, and who gave the advertised jobs to poets although they'd advertised for prose writers; when they phone up to say please would I do some part-time teaching for them next semester, because behold, their faculty is full of poets and they really need a novelist...
I did actually anticipate this, if not quite foretell it. When I was in the throes of application, it did occur to me that they might turn me down for actual employment but (reminded, as it were, that I exist, and am useful) offer me part-time hours. In my imagination, significantly, I said no. If I'm not good enough for your payroll, I said, then I'm not good enough for your students, am I? No thanks, I said. In my imagination, in advance.
Come the actual utterly unsurprising event, of course I said yes. Penny's a friend, damn it, and it's not her fault; and even a few hours' teaching would be actual money. Indeed, the hours she was talking about would be run-away-to-California money, which I might really need by then.
Still. Some little part of me is mocking me for being so easy.
In other news, I have a new definition of ominous absence for you. It's that moment where you are frying bacon - bacon! - and realise in a sudden dreadful moment that there are no cats fussing about your feet.
And then remember that you bought sossidges in the market this morning.
And forgot to unload them from your bag, which is lying around in the dining-room for anybody to help themselves.
Uh, yeah. A sossidge in the paw is worth any amount of bacon in the pan, apparently.
In probably-rhetorical questions: I have spent too much of today playing with softwares, some of which has been productive and some not, but why oh why have they not standardised access to the BIOS of any and all PCs? It would just be so much easier for all concerned, if everyone knew that you pressed this key or that one - I don't care which - at boot and were sure to get into the BIOS. I have five computers in this house, and I think they're all different. And half of them don't tell you, so you might need to boot 'em three or four times, pressing ESC or F1 or F2, or pressing-and-holding-down, or...