I am moving in fewer than two weeks! This is probably the crux of my inability to write journal entries -- I've been packing like crazy. And there is still so much to do. My living room is slowly filling up with boxes. My bookshelves are emptying. Packing debris is strewn everywhere. Spenser is thoroughly, and vocally, unimpressed. I think he's going to find the move rather tough. Poor inflexible kitty. :(
Work has been ... work. I really do hate my job at the moment. It consists entirely too much of writing the same thing over and over and over again, only to have it come back for rewriting once again. It's not that I'm not doing it well enough the first time -- I am a damn good writer, and I do good work -- but the rules and the requirements keep changing, or time simply elapses and new/different information has to be included. Basically, it comes down to the fact that our Director General seems incapable of just calling something done -- there is always more fiddling required. It's incredibly frustrating. Yesterday was particularly bad. *sigh*
On the bright side, I continue to like my coworkers, and they (including my direct supervisor/boss) like me, recognize that I work very hard and do good work, and appreciate what I do. It doesn't quite make up for the frustration, but it helps sometimes.
And I am going to Stratford this weekend! Yay! I am going to see Pericles and Electra. That should be fun. I am very much looking forward to it. :) Getting out of town is always good, and I've been feeling a touch devoid of culture lately.