in which the HLC disrupts my mental schedule

okay. so monday night, dan at the HLC asked me to come in on wednesday 5-7 (in addition to my already-scheduled 10-12). so today when i came in for the 10-12, thad approaches and says, "you know how we asked you to come in 5-7 tonight? well, actually we meant 3-5." and i can do it, it's not a big deal or anything, it was just that i had mentally planned out my day (in my head, mentally) and had figured out when i was going to the gym and what i was doing tonight after work. and that just rearranged everything, because now i have this itty bitty chunk of time between 12 and 3 (enough time to go home and have a sandwich, but not to do anything else useful), and i have to go to the gym tonight. i don't really care, i just don't like my mental schedule disrupted.

in other news, jorn is the coolest boyfriend in the entire world. last night he sat up late with me and talked to me about my writing even though he had to get up early today, and he helped so much. and he said we can spend less time together if that'll make me write more. and then we got into a really good conversation about greek gods, and i wanted to write right afterwards because then i had good ideas. jorn's all supportive and shit, and so good to me even when i'm evil. i don't want him to ever go away.

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and i'm on the earthlink 60-day free trial, so i have internet at home again. hurrah (as a sim might say).

do i ever stop bitching? today's topic is parking at the beach.

so here's my bitch letter to the folks at wrightsville beach, nc. should i send it?

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and now i'm going to work.

in which the HLC disrupts my mental schedule AGAIN

okay, so you know how earlier, i mentioned how at the HLC, they asked me to come in 5-7 tonight, and then changed their minds and asked me to come 3-5 instead? well, guess what happened when i got there at 3. i waited around for the little boy for 15 minutes and then dan says, wait a sec let me check the schedule again... and yes, the boy was really on the schedule 5-7. so they asked me if maybe please maybe i could come back 5-7. and being nice (and needing money) i said i would, but i also said that thad can never make fun of my scheduling issues ever again. (because i always have a scheduling issue, but it's not my fault, dammit).

but at least the little boy was nice. it was his first night at the HLC, so i don't know if he's really just nice or if he was on best behavior. but i didn't mind spending time with him, and he reads a whole lot better than other 8-year-olds i've worked with, so whateva.

and thad also asked me to work extra hours tomorrow: i was scheduled 3-5, but he asked me to stay till 7. but i don't know how well i'll handle four straight hours of agonizingly slow "See the tan ant. Sam is a man." but i need the money, so i can put up with a lot of stuff.

is anyone around? i'd like to play literati. i'd also like to play the Sims, but i shouldn't because i haven't written yet today. but i don't feel like writing, i feel like playing the Sims.