museum day 1

Today is the first of my museum-work days (wish me luck that the director actually remembers a) who I am, b) that I was coming in today, and c) what I was coming in for - bless him, but he's one of the most scatter-brained people I've ever known, and when I showed up to arrange my practicum with him he a) forgot to tell me the museum was having a party that night even though I arranged the meeting well in advance, and b) completely forgot why I was there until I finally reminded him). So, um, yeah. Also, my mp3 player still has no batteries because I couldn't find my charger, so... it's going to be a quiet day down in the archive basement, unless I find a radio. The Boy offered to loan me his iPod, but he's going to need that for the walk to and from work, and there's no sense in him being punished just because I don't have the sense to keep track of my charger cord. :P

Anyway. It's kind of nice not having to be there before 10am. Although I am sliiightly boggled by an industry in which that's normal. Hell, my days at the science center started at 9am, at least. And they're only open until 4? Welcome to working at a tiny museum, I guess....

Wish me lots of luck getting a lot of photo archives organized (and not losing my mind without music)!

who stole my glass of water?

New source of writerly angst re: my current "book" (and yes, it demands the scare quotes).

Holy crap, I don't know what my glass of water is!!! I can already see that my accomplishment at writing 1000+ words last night is going to go straight back down the tubes tonight, unless I manage to shut off the Thinking And Panicking part of my brain.

...And I still don't have a name for my third main character. ARRRGH.