So I guess I have no choice.
There has been nothing to write about recently. No films worthy of long reviews. No observances, no events, no occurances that caught my fancy and warranted sharing on any of the multitude of Internets. So the website sits untouched.
If I want this to change, I guess I have to write about my personal life – but it’s so BOOOOOOOORING if you’re not me. Plus, I can still only write about work to a limited extent – nothing naughty or secret or anything else than can get any of the authors of this webpage in trouble. Especially yours truly.
Not that I’ve anything to say at the moment. But at least it won’t be November until you hear from me again.
• Oh yes, November. That whole NaNoWriMo thing, where you attempt to write a 50,000 word novel between midnight 1 Nov and midnight 1 Dec. Yes. Three years ago I wrote more than a fifth of my goal, but the last two seasons have seen little more than three or four thousand, if that. This must change. I’m still throwing ideas around, with the frontrunner having something to do with an eccentric loner living in a giant house with metal shutters, and a new kid in town who ends up inside after a senior class prank goes wrong. What happens from here I have NO clue about, which complicates mattters; every year I get the basic beginnings with no middle or end to the story, and I quickly taper off.
This must change. Yes.
• I can talk a little about work I suppose. This week I spent forty hours at another location dressing it up as part of the company’s “Elite Team” that takes the best employees from area stores and makes a specific outlet look as good as possible. The company has two types of stores in the St. Louis market, Legacy and Horizon; the former of which is the tiny, low-roofed hub that forces you to walk around in a circle, circa 1990, while Horizon stores are wide open buildings resembling Best Buys. Legacy locations are dark, muted and depressing, slowly being replaced one-by-one; my regular store is one of these, as is the other location I spent time in this past week.
It was an interesting experience. I wasn’t exactly loving work recently, and I found it was more my store than the job itself. At my location the dreariness factor is at about a nine out of ten, with employees moping about and days dragging on like God hit the “slow” button on his TiVo. This week I saw employees at the other store jumping around with a sense of urgency unfamiliar to me; these people actually wanted to do their jobs. I don’t know if it was management, different personnel, or what, but even with all the labor I had to perform – much more than if I’d stayed at my usual store – it was the best week at work that I’ve had in a long time. Plus, we actually made vast improvements to the store, meaning the one I go back to on Monday is now easily the worst looking store in the district.
Well, yay.