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Jan. 10th, 2006 04:09 amA little rain must fall.
Tonight's been my first night on the new shift (I'm on 'til April so's I can learn the MVS stuff from the Last Master, as it were), and damn is it different. It's so... quiet. And very, I don't know, cold. I mean, I never really hung around the OPS guys even before the promotion, but there was always this sense (largely because I created and cultivated it) of a bullpen. People would stand up and shout things, we'd cut up a little and there'd be this sense of communication even though there were little half-cubicle partitions. It was a relaxed but professional atmosphere.
Here... well, it's a whole different ball game. Apparently a quiet one.
I might feel better after my damned electric razor/beard trimmer is fully charged and I can feel a bit less like a renegade wookie. Seriously. I'm starting to venture into desert island cast-away beardhood now. Hopefully said razor will actually work and I won't have to go to a barber with half my face chewed off or something. :P
On the upside, I finished up the rough pencils for all 4 pages of the Snow White & Red Rose deal... now I just have to think of more story. I mean, I have an idea-slash-direction, I'm just a little unsure how to get it out. Ugh. I'm thinking that this may be a 12-page story rather than a full 24 pages. Or maybe I'm just being whiny and toddlerish.
Tonight's been my first night on the new shift (I'm on 'til April so's I can learn the MVS stuff from the Last Master, as it were), and damn is it different. It's so... quiet. And very, I don't know, cold. I mean, I never really hung around the OPS guys even before the promotion, but there was always this sense (largely because I created and cultivated it) of a bullpen. People would stand up and shout things, we'd cut up a little and there'd be this sense of communication even though there were little half-cubicle partitions. It was a relaxed but professional atmosphere.
Here... well, it's a whole different ball game. Apparently a quiet one.
I might feel better after my damned electric razor/beard trimmer is fully charged and I can feel a bit less like a renegade wookie. Seriously. I'm starting to venture into desert island cast-away beardhood now. Hopefully said razor will actually work and I won't have to go to a barber with half my face chewed off or something. :P
On the upside, I finished up the rough pencils for all 4 pages of the Snow White & Red Rose deal... now I just have to think of more story. I mean, I have an idea-slash-direction, I'm just a little unsure how to get it out. Ugh. I'm thinking that this may be a 12-page story rather than a full 24 pages. Or maybe I'm just being whiny and toddlerish.
