Cue the pitchfork brandishing and impassioned speeches
I'm in CT. I think this might be the first occasion I've spent an extended period of time in this state. Not that it's particularly noteworthy to anyone besides the little travel logger in my head. This "resort" isn't more than a hotel with a small workout room, two squash courts, indoor and outdoor pools, and an attached spa, but it's still a relatively quaint space. I'm here for training on how to be a union representative, in order to stand in with fellow union members who have been called in for disciplinary issues by management. The speaker is very engaging and the topics are enlightening. I can see from now I have to revamp my working habits in order to stay more in line with our union contract. Even though I really do like my manager and think that we could be friends outside of the workplace, there are distinct lines that have to be drawn between labor and the other side of the workforce. That's not a bad thing, in my mind; it's just that, if contract negotiations have taught me nothing else, management really does care about being profitable above employee health or patient care. But let me not lay out my entire "labor/management" theory here. Suffice to say that I'm not gouging my eyes out yet and I feel like I'll take a lot of helpful information back with me.
Thursday night the bros and I saw Sherlock Holmes. Slash-RIFIC, that's what I want to say about that. Hee! We didn't leave the theatre gobsmacked like we did after Iron Man, but we did enjoy the hell out of ourselves. In our eyes Robert Downey Jr. can do no wrong; hells, we still quote Tropic Thunder amongst ourselves ("Got any tips?"). And they showed the preview for Iron Man 2 before the movie. Cannot. WAIT.
I've been lax with following through with my New Years goals up to this point. I went to the library and picked up some books on fiction writing in the hopes of finding inspiration ("but you can't purchase inspiration, you must find it within yourself" blah blah blah, can't hear you!). I'm carrying a book on me right now. I think I'm frightened of putting down on paper whatever ideas I may have, for fear of finding them trite or boring. If I just *ponder* them they're still amazing and fresh and new. If I try to work with them and shape them, however, all the luster will fall off and I'm realize how much work they require. In my head I'm one of the best writers in the world. I need to learn to not be afraid of not meeting my own very high expectations, because I'm not doing myself any favors from not engaging when I'm terrified of failure. Not trying is infinitely worse than trying and not succeeding; at least it takes balls to put 'em out there.
It's freezing outside. This bodes so well for my trip due north. *grin* I hope everyone is staying toasty. I advise lots of hot chocolate and indoor activities. Now's the time to check out The Wire if you haven't already. /plug.
FYI - LJ is not e-mailing me notifications, so if I haven't replied to a comment I'm sorry.
Btw - I'm disturbingly chipper today. I think I'm going to roll with this for a while.
Thursday night the bros and I saw Sherlock Holmes. Slash-RIFIC, that's what I want to say about that. Hee! We didn't leave the theatre gobsmacked like we did after Iron Man, but we did enjoy the hell out of ourselves. In our eyes Robert Downey Jr. can do no wrong; hells, we still quote Tropic Thunder amongst ourselves ("Got any tips?"). And they showed the preview for Iron Man 2 before the movie. Cannot. WAIT.
I've been lax with following through with my New Years goals up to this point. I went to the library and picked up some books on fiction writing in the hopes of finding inspiration ("but you can't purchase inspiration, you must find it within yourself" blah blah blah, can't hear you!). I'm carrying a book on me right now. I think I'm frightened of putting down on paper whatever ideas I may have, for fear of finding them trite or boring. If I just *ponder* them they're still amazing and fresh and new. If I try to work with them and shape them, however, all the luster will fall off and I'm realize how much work they require. In my head I'm one of the best writers in the world. I need to learn to not be afraid of not meeting my own very high expectations, because I'm not doing myself any favors from not engaging when I'm terrified of failure. Not trying is infinitely worse than trying and not succeeding; at least it takes balls to put 'em out there.
It's freezing outside. This bodes so well for my trip due north. *grin* I hope everyone is staying toasty. I advise lots of hot chocolate and indoor activities. Now's the time to check out The Wire if you haven't already. /plug.
FYI - LJ is not e-mailing me notifications, so if I haven't replied to a comment I'm sorry.
Btw - I'm disturbingly chipper today. I think I'm going to roll with this for a while.