Forgot to add this: it was a toxic environment, though still not the worst job I've ever had (nor my worst moments on the job). After a while I almost found humor in him blowing up at 2:30 in the afternoon on the regular. It was like working in the middle of a cartoon. The fact that he never blew up at me and seemed to like my work helped a lot, though. I hope things get better for you!
TMW... you go back to earlier parts of your WIP, to reminiscence, sort of compare your MC at the start from where she is at the moment (near the end), to read some of the earlier stuff. And find how much you yourself have learned. . Lot's of work to be done... very wordy, or overly wordy. Better words could be use and of course this time. thanks to BigSoftMoose. I finally can see my Tense issue and look forward to fixing them in the next sweep of the WIP in the self-edit.
TMW you get some writing done, break 97.5k, and really have a unit kinda become a bit of a family while on their way to the LZ. Also having them become a new designated Wolf Pack by General 'Red Wolf' Volkov, after she takes up command of a mixed squad of Centurian Shadow Company, a couple of Uldivariions, and a Martian Colonial Marine named Rupert. Suppose they would have a close in discussion as they head off on a clandestine mission with the odds stacked against them, as they head out to join Corlixia, Sarge, and Unicrix in one of half a dozen blacksites of the Confederation.
Oh yeah, baby. One of those groups has got to be covert ops so they meet up on opposite sides (even though not)!
So instead of a clueless reporter telling you they have no idea who's winning, now a computer does it instead? Sounds like situation normal to me.
That moment when you really need to pee but there's a chance you might miss your team actually scoring a goal.
TMW when you walk into a bar and the guy next to you is a famous lawyer from every TV commercial and billboard in town. And then the other guy next to you is an equally famous car salesman from every commercial and billboard in town. And they both give you business cards, you give them yours, and they make reservations at your restaurant. It's a Rhode Island thing. Incest, incest, incest....
I don't care how many fancy lawyers you met or how shiny that new car of yours is, you just keep your damn hands off your sister!
Great movie. Great scene. Poor burt Reynolds. And the less said about ned beatty's asshole, the better.
They didn't. The other team scored again, though. Oh well. At least England beat Switzerland. I know that one was just a friendly... but there's no bigger humiliation in international football so
TMW you see a serving board, and your first thought isn't food related! Spoiler I blame a certain someone...
TMW you walk into a heated fandom conversation, say "this is all kinda' silly, isn't it?", forgetting that those words are the arming code for full-on nuclear exchange.