'Tember! 'Tember!
Sep. 1st, 2011 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI suppose I should expound on my good-riddancy kissoff to the month just gone past. I'm not the only one to view it that way; a couple of weekends ago, I heard this NPR commentary lamenting its nasty, brutish and long-in-the-humid-tooth self, suggesting a good read of the Army Field Manual as the best guide to surviving it all.
It was a bunch of things. For all but maybe five days in the past week, we've been cooped up inside with the AC running, which isn't good for finances, but we suspect has been even worse for Zoey's breathing condition. That eve-of-football-season coolness will be welcomed when it gets here, but while it's now seemingly in sight, for most of August it seemed about 4th-and-100 yards away.
It was also a time of transitions for those around me. Eleanor began a new part of her existing job, which has gotten her up and out of the house at ridiculous morning hours once or twice a week, the last time on a Saturday that was so crazy-busy at the store that every single register was open and everybody was pulled from other duties, including her from her new ones, to help out with the rush. This also made for exhausted Eleanor when she did get home, and we wound up missing, or leaving early from, two family events that we'd planned for and looked forward to.
It was Emily in transition, as well. Although she made most of the physical move on Monday and Tuesday of this week, and while she stayed over for her first night in the new place two evenings ago, she's been back since yesterday afternoon and we have been experiencing major communication fail. Most of it is random and unintentional- like me pulling in behind her car today at the exact second she desperately needed to leave- but it still hurts feeling like I'm pissing her off, or not understanding her needs.
It was, finally, a busy but unprofitable month for the practice- with a lot of false leads for new business, cranky people in the hearings I did attend, and, as late as 10 last night, things getting filed in the waning moments of the month that turned out to have either errors in them (fixed) or other "deficiencies" due to bullshit changes in requirements (all debtors are now required to answer a set of questions that, until recently, only business debtors did, because they ask about, you know, INVENTORY and PENSION FUNDS and shit like that).
But the emphasis in all that complaining is on "was." A new month dawned, and two hours later, I was awakened by the lights and booms of what might have been a thunderstorm but which, I like to think, was August being escorted out by a heavy batallion of armed cops beating it down with flash grenades. Already today has been better, and that's the direction it's gonna continue to go.
One saving grace of the departed Emperor Augustushole? On its final day, I signed and sent in my first-ever contract to write a novella. Which will be PUBLISHED. With my name on it. That's enough of a "will be" to cancel out nearly all of those wussy "was"es. (Note to publisher: Am I allowed to reveal details about this?)
It was a bunch of things. For all but maybe five days in the past week, we've been cooped up inside with the AC running, which isn't good for finances, but we suspect has been even worse for Zoey's breathing condition. That eve-of-football-season coolness will be welcomed when it gets here, but while it's now seemingly in sight, for most of August it seemed about 4th-and-100 yards away.
It was also a time of transitions for those around me. Eleanor began a new part of her existing job, which has gotten her up and out of the house at ridiculous morning hours once or twice a week, the last time on a Saturday that was so crazy-busy at the store that every single register was open and everybody was pulled from other duties, including her from her new ones, to help out with the rush. This also made for exhausted Eleanor when she did get home, and we wound up missing, or leaving early from, two family events that we'd planned for and looked forward to.
It was Emily in transition, as well. Although she made most of the physical move on Monday and Tuesday of this week, and while she stayed over for her first night in the new place two evenings ago, she's been back since yesterday afternoon and we have been experiencing major communication fail. Most of it is random and unintentional- like me pulling in behind her car today at the exact second she desperately needed to leave- but it still hurts feeling like I'm pissing her off, or not understanding her needs.
It was, finally, a busy but unprofitable month for the practice- with a lot of false leads for new business, cranky people in the hearings I did attend, and, as late as 10 last night, things getting filed in the waning moments of the month that turned out to have either errors in them (fixed) or other "deficiencies" due to bullshit changes in requirements (all debtors are now required to answer a set of questions that, until recently, only business debtors did, because they ask about, you know, INVENTORY and PENSION FUNDS and shit like that).
But the emphasis in all that complaining is on "was." A new month dawned, and two hours later, I was awakened by the lights and booms of what might have been a thunderstorm but which, I like to think, was August being escorted out by a heavy batallion of armed cops beating it down with flash grenades. Already today has been better, and that's the direction it's gonna continue to go.
One saving grace of the departed Emperor Augustushole? On its final day, I signed and sent in my first-ever contract to write a novella. Which will be PUBLISHED. With my name on it. That's enough of a "will be" to cancel out nearly all of those wussy "was"es. (Note to publisher: Am I allowed to reveal details about this?)
