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[x_los]

I can apparently only write when I have something else I really should be writing. 

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[aralias.livejournal.com]

wowzers.

what were you supposed to be writing/what did you write?

[neutralalienist.livejournal.com]

That's always a boost, innit? :p

[gritsinmisery.livejournal.com]

I have that problem with a lot of things, not just writing.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

An article on jewelry--->fic. SAD, I KNOW.

In my defense I was going to finish and turn it in today, and then I had to like, rock the hospital scene all day today instead. Meh. Best intentions?

[x-los.livejournal.com]

Ha, in a sort of 'wish I'd finished that article I was supposed to write instead' sort of way. :(

[x-los.livejournal.com]

Yeah, totally, procrastinating personalities latch onto anything available. Writing, cleaning, hell, I'd do math problems if there was nothing else.

[aralias.livejournal.com]

what exactly is your job? it sounds pretty good actually. in a sort of writing about unexciting things type way. at least - writing. even if fic gets in the way.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

1) unpaid internship at Inside Columbia magazine
2) Obama campaign (paid)

Kind of looking forward to the end of summer/end of both jobs, actually. o_0

[aralias.livejournal.com]

both sound really rather fun on paper screen. though unpaid is one of the least exciting words in the language.

any idea what you're doing after that?

TL, DR answer

[x-los.livejournal.com]

Er. They're actually miserable jobs in reality. Obama campaign often involving me getting screamed at on the phone when I have to ask for donations and loosing my voice from having to talk constantly for five hours. I mean, I don't want to be on Constant Whine Patrol about it? But it kind of makes me nauseous every time I have to go in, and yesterday I got REAMED for like, ten minutes solid by Some Dick who decided that 1) all politicians ever were worthless, 2) it was directly my fault, and 3) I needed specifically insulted re: being a naive dumbass for working on a campaign. And you're not allowed to argue with them, either.

And then in fall I'm going to go live on that kibbutz for a year to try and write that article re: the kibbutz system. Israel ho, I guess? After that friends are doing stuff in India, and South Africa (on their new Cancer Registry), so I'll either spend a year in one of those places with them, working, or go teach English for a year in Buenos Aires b/c I'm really fond of Argentine Spanish--v. sing-songy, kind of Italianate? Then *shudder* grad school.

no, no, i really wanted to know ;)

[aralias.livejournal.com]

*boggles* real plans, then? am impressed. (btw- i've got evita in my head now. which is annoying because i really don't know the words) though foreign languages make me unhappy, so i suppose i am still better off drifting through life but not in other countries.

as for the election- ok, that does sound unfun. aren't you allowed to just hang up on theones who are not going to give money? or is that... anti-publicity and therefore frowned upon?

Re: no, no, i really wanted to know ;)

[x-los.livejournal.com]

I kind of love Evita. Like, a ton. I used to think that about languages, too: have you spent any time actually /immersed/ in another language environment? Like, totally in a country where you didn't know anyone/couldn't rely on English? I SUCKED at language in school, but that did so well for me, and given that I believe we might think about language in similar ways due to writingstuffs, I think perhaps if you ever got the opportunity to try that you might find youself adapting far better than you might have expected.

No, I can't just hang up, I have to try and try to eek out a donation, like the little engine that could get degraded by strangers. and even my rebuttals and arguments must be v. polite b/c of how much we reflect on the campaign, and how conflated a candidate is in someone's silly opinion with 'that girl on the phone who was mean to me.'

They monitor you randomly for quality in a creepy, 1984 'listening at any time' sort of way--and they send you home and cause you to loose that shift should you fuck up, and if you don't work a requisite number of hours/scramble make up that shift sometime before the week's out, you're docked down to minimum wage. Scary tactics, and eyeroll-inducing, but even so a lot of other callers are varying degrees of corrupt jackass, and our phone behavior really DOES reflect on the party, so I can see the need to be draconian, even if I find it insulting.

[diatryma.livejournal.com]

I have said before that nothing gets the house cleaner than a deadline.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

*wince* Yeah, and you've just reminded me that my living area is so Unclean it might be leprous. Yet another fine source of procrastination material!