Showing posts with label Patricia Briggs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patricia Briggs. Show all posts

Thursday, October 01, 2009

JRN Pressure

I went my JRN 200's class blog to double check something while writing a practice story that's due by eleven tonight. I'm thinking now that maybe that wasn't the best idea, because the professor has already started posting entries to discuss next class regarding today's exercises. From the tone of the post I'm a little worried about the possibility that that assignment didn't go as well as I may have been anticipating it did...

I have the assignment for tonight all set to go, but I'm waiting to go over it one last time after I post this. I really don't want to screw this class up. I mean, I can't afford to obviously. This class is the first step in a line of classes that lead to my Bachelor's Degree.

I finished reading "Hunting Ground" earlier today, and it was awesome. I love the way that Patricia Briggs writes, because it's really easy to get caught up in the story. She's also really good at incorporating twists and turns that you aren't necessarily expecting.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Fictional Worlds

The goal for this evening is to finish reading "Cry Wolf" by Patricia Briggs. It's marvelous, and is definitely putting to rest any notion that I may have previously held of not enjoying her novels that aren't about Mercy Thompson. While the Mercy Thompson Series remains my favorite, I am definitely enjoying "Cry Wolf".

Tomorrow morning I go back to work after having yesterday and today off. It's hard to get back into the groove, but that is life I suppose. Tomorrow night I have to focus on finding a cosigner. I'm anxious for August to get here, but I need to get the funding in order if I still plan on going to school, which I very much do.

Why does school require so much money? Is it really any wonder that college students today are facing greater stress levels?

Eh. I am now returning to fictional worlds, where things make sense.

Friday, July 03, 2009

The Stress Equation

I resind yesterdays statment and claim today was a long day. This simple equation explains my day: Holiday Weekend + Understaffed = Retail Hell. There is nothing wrong with the store being busy, in fact that is preferable to being slow however only when the conditions are set up in such a manner that this may be handled accordingly.

One person watching over multiple departments that are excessively seperated is not condusive to an adequate working environment. In fact, these conditions are only condusive to major stress to all parties involved.

It is nice to be home, at least for the moment.

At around two this morning I finished reading "Blood Bound", and it was completely worth it. At the moment I'm reading "Iron Kissed", which is the book that follows it. Patricia Briggs is amazing. If you enjoy urban fantasy I highly recommend her Mercy Thompson Series.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Phone Theif

How did I know today was going to be a long day? At any rate it was a really long day.

I spent the bulk of my time at work, where we were incredibly busy while also incredibly understaffed. Things slowed down in the evening, but still: GAH. However, I will be back there tomorrow bright and early. By that time I'll probably regret staying up and finishing "Blood Bound" but that's nothing new. It's too good a book to wait until tomorrow evening.

Darcy is now sitting on my desk chair, nestled in my work shirt and glaring at me. I'm sure she can tell she is being talked about. However, I much prefer her glaring than attempting to gnaw on my arm. This is actually fairly funny.

I little while ago I was sitting here, when my phone started to ring. I had thrown it into my purse, so Darcy was immediately mesmerized by the idea that the bag laying next to her was making nose. I attempted to fish out my phone to no avail, and thus had to dump the contents of it onto my bed. This apparently was even more interesting, because she got up to begin assisting me in rifling through the now free contents. FINALLY I found my phone, and as I flipped it open she immediately went after my arm, as though she was going to take the phone away from me.

Cats.