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Jun. 29th, 2006 10:21 pmI bought a cheap CD rack at the Warehouse on Sunday. Not my most inspired purchase, as it bulges slightly at the sides in the middle, making it all but unusable (I'll fix it with duct tape soon), but it does make the perfect stand for the bunch of flowers I got from work this afternoon.
Because we're busy tomorrow, we had the leaving party today. The supervisor whom I can't stand and I are both leaving tomorrow, so we had a shared afternoon tea. There is no such thing as a small shared afternoon tea in the Housekeeping department at the Bolton, so I didn't need any dinner. I didn't cry, but Lissa did, and Solina a little. My flowers are lovely: pink tulips, early cheer, apple leaves, and some plant I don't recognise. Pink tulips aren't quite my thing, but I adore the smell of early cheer, and that makes it all good.
I've been reading a lot of actual books lately, and once more, have a few to return to the library, including Flights, an anthology of fantasy stories, which I started, and really can't be bothered finishing because all the ones I've read are either straight out creepy and/or depressing or have a creepy and/or depressing ending. What happened to anthologies which ended on an upbeat note? Does the trend for vaguely disturbing anthologies have to continue? Dark and angsty fiction has its place, but why is it becomming so popular in anthologies? This would be why I stay away from any anthologies bar Sword and Sorceress, romance anthologies, and individual author/universe anthologies. Also the fantastic ones, which I'm vaguely collecting.
It's my last day at work tomorrow. I hope it goes well. And at the end of it, I can give back my locker key, my doorstop and my name badge; collect my bag with my shoes in from my locker and my travel mug. It gave me a real thrill today looking at next week's roster, and not seeing my name there.
Shiny.
Because we're busy tomorrow, we had the leaving party today. The supervisor whom I can't stand and I are both leaving tomorrow, so we had a shared afternoon tea. There is no such thing as a small shared afternoon tea in the Housekeeping department at the Bolton, so I didn't need any dinner. I didn't cry, but Lissa did, and Solina a little. My flowers are lovely: pink tulips, early cheer, apple leaves, and some plant I don't recognise. Pink tulips aren't quite my thing, but I adore the smell of early cheer, and that makes it all good.
I've been reading a lot of actual books lately, and once more, have a few to return to the library, including Flights, an anthology of fantasy stories, which I started, and really can't be bothered finishing because all the ones I've read are either straight out creepy and/or depressing or have a creepy and/or depressing ending. What happened to anthologies which ended on an upbeat note? Does the trend for vaguely disturbing anthologies have to continue? Dark and angsty fiction has its place, but why is it becomming so popular in anthologies? This would be why I stay away from any anthologies bar Sword and Sorceress, romance anthologies, and individual author/universe anthologies. Also the fantastic ones, which I'm vaguely collecting.
It's my last day at work tomorrow. I hope it goes well. And at the end of it, I can give back my locker key, my doorstop and my name badge; collect my bag with my shoes in from my locker and my travel mug. It gave me a real thrill today looking at next week's roster, and not seeing my name there.
Shiny.
