back to the grind
May. 30th, 2003 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magentaIt's been a long week, even though I only had to work three days of it. Got back and found email to our largest vendor wasn't working properly, and it hadn't been fixed as of late this afternoon. I send most of my orders via email, and they have all bounced for over a week. ARRRGHHH.
Somehow, being away made it worse to face. I have all these story and essay ideas bubbling somewhere in my head. I was all ready to start typing away, but I've been too tired.
Virginia Woolf had it right - it wasn't just a room of one's own, she also stipulated I believe 1000 pounds a year, when that was about $5000, and you could live WELL on that kinds of money. Not just a roof over your head and food in your belly, but theatre tickets and nice meals and champagne. Well, I prefer cider to champagne, but the struggle wears us all down. It's so sad to hear about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pegkerr having to go back to work full time. I wish I could wave a magic wand over her, so that she didn't. I know so many people whose real lives are limited by having to work to pay the bills.
I guess I'm in an idealistic mood tonight. I want all troubles for everyone I know and like, or even don't know but think are cool, would just vanish in the wind. Instead, things seem to be getting worse. (I won't put worse and worse. I *know* things could be worse than they are. But not much.)
Somehow, being away made it worse to face. I have all these story and essay ideas bubbling somewhere in my head. I was all ready to start typing away, but I've been too tired.
Virginia Woolf had it right - it wasn't just a room of one's own, she also stipulated I believe 1000 pounds a year, when that was about $5000, and you could live WELL on that kinds of money. Not just a roof over your head and food in your belly, but theatre tickets and nice meals and champagne. Well, I prefer cider to champagne, but the struggle wears us all down. It's so sad to hear about
pegkerr having to go back to work full time. I wish I could wave a magic wand over her, so that she didn't. I know so many people whose real lives are limited by having to work to pay the bills. I guess I'm in an idealistic mood tonight. I want all troubles for everyone I know and like, or even don't know but think are cool, would just vanish in the wind. Instead, things seem to be getting worse. (I won't put worse and worse. I *know* things could be worse than they are. But not much.)
