Hah! again

12,753 NaNoWriMo words!

On the one hand, I know that I shouldn't be writing at the office. On the other hand, now that I've committed to do this thing, I want to finish it properly and there just isn't that much time in the evenings. I ran the numbers and I have to write 3,104 words a day from now on in order to make my 50k. Sigh.

I'm feeling a little bitter at the people who, unlike myself, didn't procrastinate for the first nine days and who are not, like me, frighteningly behind. (I always prefer to blame others for succeeding as opposed to blaming myself for failing.)

This weekend I was virtuous, even if I didn't write. Cleaning, giving away furniture, taking out trash, doing laundry, all of those things.

Today, Goldie is back in town for three days.

Goldie used to be Buehler's assistant before she decided she missed her family and missed New York and moved back there to work with another company that Buehler is also associated with. Goldie was a favorite around the office, one of those perky, cute young girls that make the guys stand about three inches taller and the women look forward to seeing her. I was never one of those perky, popular girls but as a gulp rapidly-approaching-middle-aged woman, I'm not immune to the charm of having a bright, young person interested in what I'm saying.

Anyhow. Everyone's in a good mood because Goldie is in town. Buehler has been walking around, cracking jokes and smiling. Alvin has stopped work three times just to chat with her about nothing in particular. I think he's stopped work to chat with me about nothing in particular three times in the five months I've been here. Maybe. Even Darrell came over to talk to her for a while. I didn't know he knew that many words, but there he was, chatting away with her for at least five minutes. (When I had to excuse myself to walk past him to the printer, he didn't say a word to me, of course.) The Other Brother Darrell wasn't working here when she was here before, but he didn't let that stop him, no, he managed to find several topics of interest.

She's...you know, Nice. She's a genuinely nice person. (Another thing I never was.) And she's attractive, which explains why our largely male office is so psyched at having her around again for a few days.

I'm not bitter, though. Not at all. I have, you know, other qualities. Sarcasm, bitterness, rudeness. Stuff like that.