And that work ethic thing is still all over me.

Not that that was my plan for today.

Quite frankly, I'm sick to death of PowerPoint and all of its features. I'm sick of trying to make the same five statements over and over using different words so that the customer won't get bored. I'm sick of thinking about "our product" and what it can do. I'm sick of making screen captures and reformatting them and dinking with the color so that they don't clash with the beeyootiful but impractical PowerPoint template I created.

I'd rather be talking about Spike BtVS, which I see has garnered farewell notices all over the place, but I can't.

For one thing, I haven't gotten last week's episode watched yet. (I was reading a book, okay? Five books, in fact.)

Anyhow. I'll have to watch last week's episode tonight while this week's episode tapes and then tomorrow night I can watch this week's episode and then factoring in that work ethic thing, I should be ready to discuss it all in early June.

Another possibility occurs to me (in reference to that, 'why ain't I writing?' entry below, I mean), which is that I've been doing so much writing at work for the last nine months that maybe I just don't have any enthusiasm for stringing words together during my off hours?

[deleted nine paragraphs of me whining about how tedious it is to be overpaid for not working very hard. Sheesh. I am such a brat.]

Still, I'd like to point out that an aptitude for snappy dialogue and an unfortunate predilection forman-on-man sex scenes does not qualify one for any kind of professional writing.

Oh, dear.

I should stop whining about how badly I have it. I'm employed. I have it good.