6 January 2023, 9:38
I heard back from someone who is publishing my work at a very small scale two days ago and responded with less than five words. I make work that people are comfortable neglecting—or that's how the work has made me feel. But who cares about feelings. I don't.
Purchased a copy of November Növelet's The World in Devotion. A non-impulse impulse buy, because it's impossible to know when these things show up from sellers with 100% feedback. I hope it's shape matches the description (everything's always a crap shoot). Listening to their You right now. Or them as Haus Arafna. Wish I had the guts to _____ ___ __ ____ __ ___ __ _______ _ ____ __ _______ __ ____ on _______. That will stay unresolved forever (unless someone else does it first). Who knows how ____________ ____ ___. Bulbous knocking sounds from the computer—
Was supposed to go in to work today, or will go in today. Fountain Pen—whoops, wrong person with the same name—Steel needs stuff in his ______ moved because new furniture is coming in, and is supposed to call about it, so I'll go in if he needs stuff boxed to prepare for the move. Fountain Pen technically applies to both, but Fountain Pen is still a part of AD's time, and will always be. FP is someone he criticizes as being unfocused, and as far as I can tell, FP will not heed AD's advice to focus, and will always spread himself too thin. But, being familiar with that modus operandi, sometimes focus isn't the best for getting things done or managed.
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But back to before work, quickly. A little watch came up on eBay, that I had to buy to think through a project. And an _____ __ _____ shirt that I was looking for in a specific size. The reason why I bought the shirt: they took someone else's phrase without attribution and put it on a shirt, and there's something about that I like. I remember some lil dickwads on Instagram posting about how the phrase should be attributed to "the woman," _____ ______ who coined the phrase and who—
the only thing she did, really, was market the phrase and make $$$ off of it; ordinarily I would care, but somehow in front of the image of the shirt, I didn't give a ff.
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And then back to work. I'm expecting a call from a coworker about some work process that I don't want to relate over email. Because I know the person needs to listen to the info and write it down to remember it, rather than read it in an email to forget about it. While on the phone with the coworker, I figured out how he could get everything resolved via email. I'll always be good at troubleshooting (which, oftentimes, is doing other people's (thinking around the) work for them).
Some other random cuss:
A) The person on the other side of a co-sponsored _____ I'm managing has no problem taking credit for my work, down to dumb cuss like paperwork. I mean, why tell someone you (specifically) completed a form. Why not just write Attached is the completed form. Why the need to apply credit there. Why the cuss am I so sensitive about these small things—small thing being some form I completed. Amateur.
B) One of the __________ I'm working with on the co-sponsored _____ is now working on the menu for the _____ meals. Which I am not inclined to be roped in on. Because their menu selections aren't anything I would touch, and I think it's worth paying $8 more to get the better options; especially at the place where dinner will be held (the only decent restaurant in work (and this/my) neighborhood). I can't stand cheapness around food or cheapness around anything meant to be in front of someone else. I told myself at the start of all the planning that I would stay out of food talk for the main _____, and would focus my efforts on the _______ lunch instead. Because that's something I can manage, and they're easier to impress, or simply feed (while impressing them). The _____ is taking over every other workflow and I hate work done "collaboratively" when picking a cussing menu is all of 5% of the total contribution. So I guess that's all I was able to delegate, and that's not enough . . .
Things at work haven't always been this aggravating, mostly because I'm left alone to plan ______.
Last item for this Friday: the call from Steel about the move.
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The watch and shirt orders were both cancelled. But the album's tracking number is in. Glad the little spends were corrected—both things I don't need. (Yes, I need the NN album.)
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A ______ sent me _____.fm credits to use toward a specific audiobook (Minor Feelings by Cathy Wong). My closest friend has an Asian friend named Cathy who runs food podcasts and I can't help but see the friend's Cathy reading the book to me from across the table—in her clever Halloween costume celebrating an Asian condiment. Minor Feelings is a good title, makes me put on Minor Threat, and everything in my life is this literal, etc., etc., etc.
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Some Listings Project notice where the aspiring dietitian/model renter misspelled equipped as Equipt and in which ect. made an appearance. Drab beige zone with views of neighboring brick, toilet at a 45-degree angle, vase of peach-pink and white carnations on the kitchen counter. New Yorkers live in shit.
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Yesterday's Parkway Plastic jars are fine, but I realized the bottoms are convex and an eighth of an inch shorter than the depth at the sidewalls. Which is fine and can be worked around, but I don't want to be working around a problem for the duration of the project—one I actually think I will stick with if I get through these first few steps without any issue. Ordered 4 oz jars last night. The person who managed the order was quick about it, took my information over the phone, and the things will be here tomorrow. May they work please.
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Ended up going up to the office to shut down Steel's computer for the move, to tape a furnished plan of the room to his door, and to pick up a few packages from the mail room. There were more than a few. A lot of things for the _____ in February and supply replenishments.
Marsh is from Reno. He lived in B, C for 6 years and moved to this city (already mentioned above, around the cussing carnations) in August of last year. He played ice hockey as a teenager.
The last time Steel skied was when he was a teenager.
The _________ in the office next to Steel's was having a chat about fair use with someone who was not a _______. That's the kind of stuff I'd rather be doing. I'm sure she'd argue that the band who made the shirt I ordered's use of ______'s phrase is not fair use because the _________ probably loves ______'s work like I do, but in a way where its preservation as intellectual property takes priority. What I'm getting at, roughly: art is its own [what the front of the shirt says].
The only other coworker who listens to Tupac is leaving the office. A job in real estate with more time at home. Think through a present or two. Sad she's leaving—she's got a huge brain behind the façade she puts up.
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Purchased this "Regular Green Basket"
from Central Restaurant Products for ____ supply storage (it was the only thing that made sense when I was on a find a plastic bin for the supplies on the Internet googhole. Based on the shipping update they're based in Ohio. I'd like for the thing to work as well as the image does in my mind. I doubt I'll regret the purchase. The ____ zone is getting out of hand, _____ everywhere.
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Neighbors I've never seen before coming up the stairs, both in hoodies, probably ________. Stepped aside to let them up, said hello. They didn't bother.
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And back to where this started. I'm afraid I'll receive "feedback" next week. I'm somehow confident that the words I sent the publisher's way'll do just fine. I raked the words for days, ran them past August (who no doubt raked them more efficiently when I did).
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Revisions
Removed the short ICABWID from 210110. Caught it, good.
Revised the moniker list.