For the Weekend Worker, Monday is a Good Day.

Screwed up weekend time!

Got to get up and go to school tomorrow, and probably won't have the project I've been meaning to finish ready, either. Gah. Damn me and my procrastination. I think the fact that I have little to no idea what I'm going to write isn't helping, really. That, and this professor is strangely... vague when it comes to his assignments. Which is kinda creepy.

Also need to work out tomorrow. I'm contracted into doing it because one of my co-workers will be there. Tomorrow is also THE day I at least physically start to get my shit in gear. Twelve weeks. I'm damn well going to do this.

Sometimes I get the feeling I'm too mellow. It feels like everybody around me at work are little balls of bitterness. Yes, sometimes customers who call in are pretty stupid. Like the drunk guy who called in eight times, even though we kept giving him the number for and transferring him to the correct department. But the way some people talk about the technicians and the things they ask for... Sometimes it's justified, but sometimes I'm thinking "Sheesh... If I was in his situation, I'd probably be doing the same thing."

It's sorta putting me on edge. I feel like I'm a confidante, being talked to about people behind their backs. So do they do the same thing about me when I'm not there? What do you have to do to be the ridicule of everybody who doesn't have to worry about you being in the same room? Or am I just too naive?

... Eh, maybe a bit, but I think the word is closer to "reasonable" *laughs* Or maybe "mellow". Yeah. I like that word. It's a nice, smooth word. "Mellow." That word is Savage.

All right, Cassie's done rambling for the night.

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I am REALLY freaking wired tonight. I'm probably typing at about 100+ words a minute, and I'm not making NEARLY as many mistakes as I usually do. I'm watching myself type and I'm almost in awe. I wonder how fast I'd be going if I had the Dvorjak or whatever it's called keyboard thingie, with the differently "better" placed letters...

I REALLY hope I'm not turning into an insomniac. I really don't need that. I guess that's what I get for wanting to emulate an insomniac character of mine... Crap.

I suddenly feel like I have this cool, writer-like life.

After nearly a month of prodding, visiting, nagging and having to take a backseat to producers and such, I finally managed to get a copy of "The Script".

See, I know a guy who works at a bookstore around here... (The bookstore, by the way, is basically the place where various odd people like myself go to hang out and have conversations about movies and books and writing. I feel like I'm in a movie or something.) He's a real classic "angsty writer" type. Frizzy, mussed hair, yellow-tinted glasses, usually wearing patchy outfits with muted, brownish colours. And yes, he is a writer (like all of us *laughs*), and he's actually managed to write the scripts and plot for a show that's going to be on CBC television in the fall.

And I want to read them, because from what I hear about the plot (and the fact that they've actually signed to have it produced, for crying out loud) it's a really wacky, cool show. If I want to put some effort into it, I can probably help out with the production, maybe even get a spot on the writing team.

Which is savage, because writing/directing/producing/just plain making film is what I want to get into. (Oh yeah, and reading the scripts is the perfect new excuse to procrastinate doing various things.)

For now, though, I get to hang around and wait to go for a little memorial gathering at the funeral home for my great aunt. She was adament in her will about wanting to be cremated (which has been done), and about not having a funeral or a service or anything. But everyone who was close to her is getting together anyway, and we're going to eat and chat about the old days and have some nice pictures of her up. Which, aside from the pictures, I can't see her having a problem with ;-)

So I'm off. Maybe I'll have a flip through the first script while I'm waiting to go.