On and on and on and on
Jan. 31st, 2012 07:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoWell, just as soon as I started getting settled in at my job location, and started remembering everyone's names and getting along with everyone, the higher-ups decided to move me to a different office because there was a greater need for admin help there. Damn.
I will not lie, I was very upset about it when they first told me - I really liked the people that I was already working with... and I was kind of worried that I was being moved because I'd done something wrong, even though I hadn't. But now it's been a few days, and I'm adjusting to this new place well enough, so I guess it worked out fine. There's plenty of things for me to do, anyway. It moves a lot more quickly than the other place.
Unfortunately, I've come down with a cold. :T Thinking about staying home tomorrow, actually. In fact, I probably should have done that today, but... well, hindsight and all that.
Other than that, not much going on, as usual. Mum bought a treadmill because it's more cost-effective than going to the gym, considering she needs to work out five days per week for the rest of her life (on account of that heart attack she had last year). So, hopefully I can get into the habit of using it on my days off. Knowing my luck, I'll have inherited the tendency toward heart disease that her side of the family has, so I really should get on taking care of that right away, rather than waiting until after the inevitable heart attack. (After hearing about how pretty much everyone in her family has had to deal with that, and that most people have died from it, I've started to think of it as inevitable. Somehow, feeling assured that it will eventually happen is kind of comforting.)
Started reading The Ice Princess by Camila Lackberg. Lately the only books I have the brain power to read on the ride home from work are gloomy Scandinavian crime novels. Must say I have a bit of trouble getting into this one, though. I can't say I'm all that familiar with the genre, but it just isn't quite as good as the ones that I have read before. As I read it, I keep trying to figure out why I don't really like this one, and I think it might have to do with the fact that a lot of the characters are annoying and/or assholes and/or generally unlikable. I usually don't have quite this problem - usually when I encounter characters like that, I can at least find something interesting enough about them to keep me wanting to read - but not so much here. On the other hand, I haven't stopped reading it, 'cause I still want to find out whodunit, so there you go. ... And I will admit, the way the town of Fjällbacka is described kind of reminds me of Wolfville, which makes me feel rather nostalgic - so I guess instead of the characters, this time I'm reading it for the setting.
It's quite a contrast to the other crime novels I've read, though. In the Millennium series, I kept reading because I liked Lisbeth. And Blomkvist was kind've bland but not unlikable, too. And then the Harry Hole novels - well, I have only read a couple of them, but I really like Harry, even though he's a very flawed character. So... yeah. I guess one could say that if I don't like who I'm reading about, I tend to be less enthusiastic about continuing to read whatever story it is. But that's reasonable, isn't it.
... This got longer than I intended, wow. The tl;dr must be a result of cold meds or something.
I will not lie, I was very upset about it when they first told me - I really liked the people that I was already working with... and I was kind of worried that I was being moved because I'd done something wrong, even though I hadn't. But now it's been a few days, and I'm adjusting to this new place well enough, so I guess it worked out fine. There's plenty of things for me to do, anyway. It moves a lot more quickly than the other place.
Unfortunately, I've come down with a cold. :T Thinking about staying home tomorrow, actually. In fact, I probably should have done that today, but... well, hindsight and all that.
Other than that, not much going on, as usual. Mum bought a treadmill because it's more cost-effective than going to the gym, considering she needs to work out five days per week for the rest of her life (on account of that heart attack she had last year). So, hopefully I can get into the habit of using it on my days off. Knowing my luck, I'll have inherited the tendency toward heart disease that her side of the family has, so I really should get on taking care of that right away, rather than waiting until after the inevitable heart attack. (After hearing about how pretty much everyone in her family has had to deal with that, and that most people have died from it, I've started to think of it as inevitable. Somehow, feeling assured that it will eventually happen is kind of comforting.)
Started reading The Ice Princess by Camila Lackberg. Lately the only books I have the brain power to read on the ride home from work are gloomy Scandinavian crime novels. Must say I have a bit of trouble getting into this one, though. I can't say I'm all that familiar with the genre, but it just isn't quite as good as the ones that I have read before. As I read it, I keep trying to figure out why I don't really like this one, and I think it might have to do with the fact that a lot of the characters are annoying and/or assholes and/or generally unlikable. I usually don't have quite this problem - usually when I encounter characters like that, I can at least find something interesting enough about them to keep me wanting to read - but not so much here. On the other hand, I haven't stopped reading it, 'cause I still want to find out whodunit, so there you go. ... And I will admit, the way the town of Fjällbacka is described kind of reminds me of Wolfville, which makes me feel rather nostalgic - so I guess instead of the characters, this time I'm reading it for the setting.
It's quite a contrast to the other crime novels I've read, though. In the Millennium series, I kept reading because I liked Lisbeth. And Blomkvist was kind've bland but not unlikable, too. And then the Harry Hole novels - well, I have only read a couple of them, but I really like Harry, even though he's a very flawed character. So... yeah. I guess one could say that if I don't like who I'm reading about, I tend to be less enthusiastic about continuing to read whatever story it is. But that's reasonable, isn't it.
... This got longer than I intended, wow. The tl;dr must be a result of cold meds or something.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.