Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick

A few days ago I was looking at my site stats and saw referrals from an awards site I didn't recognise, so I went there and found that I'd been nominated for 3 awards. It's the Lie to Me Awards. I was nominated for the "Dumb, Blonde, and Beautiful" award (best Harmony story) for Pyromania, and for the "Roll around laughing" and the "Not another like it" awards for I am the Walrus.

I haven't got the remotest idea who nominated me; big thanks to whoever it is. I presume my ISP's spam-blocker ate any advice of the nominations I'd been sent.

Anyway, I saw that "No category with less than 3 nominees will be judged. The nominees will be held over to the next round", and that there were only 2 nominees for the "Dumb, Blonde, and Beautiful" award; so I went back and nominated nihilistbear's "A Day in the life of someone just like you in that category, because it's gorgeous.

And I won't regret it if she beats me and wins. Really. Well, not much.

I got my debriefing today about why I didn't get the promotion. My own fault. See, I tend to believe people want what they ask for. I was asked for an example of my contribution to team-work, so I gave one. The person who beat me gave six. I could have given six hundred if I'd realised that "an example" meant "a number of examples greater than 0 and less than infinity".

The Team Leader who debriefed me told me that she'd been hoping I would mention various things that she knew I'd done, but I didn't so she wasn't allowed to take them into consideration. Basically the fact that I was being interviewed by people who know my worth worked against me; it was hard for me to sell myself to friends, I'd probably have done a better job if they'd been strangers, and only the interview could be counted - they had to disregard everything they already knew about me. Bummer.

This brings me to my recent ficathon story Working for the Yankee Dollar. Again, I believed that I should do exactly what was requested. It asked for "up to two other characters (besides Spike and Buffy) - Gunn, Dawn". So that's what I gave them. No Xander, no Willow, no Tara; just Spike, Buffy, Dawn, Gunn, the Big Bad and supporting cast of Original Characters (and a tiny cameo appearance by a certain member of the BtVS/Angel writing team). I had to do a couple of contortions, and drop a scene I would have liked to include, to keep the other Scoobies out.

Now I've been reading some of the other submissions and it seems I had the wrong idea entirely. I could have had as many of the others in the story as I liked (except Wesley, who was specifically excluded by the requestor).

That's the trouble with being an alien stranded on a strange planet. You humans don't say what you mean.

Oh well.

I actually had a good day at work. I got a blow job in the stationery cupboard had several different customers tell me I was wonderful; one started off the call crying and was laughing by the end of the call and telling me that my suggestions had saved her life. Now that's job satisfaction.

Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick

A few days ago I was looking at my site stats and saw referrals from an awards site I didn't recognise, so I went there and found that I'd been nominated for 3 awards. It's the Lie to Me Awards. I was nominated for the "Dumb, Blonde, and Beautiful" award (best Harmony story) for Pyromania, and for the "Roll around laughing" and the "Not another like it" awards for I am the Walrus.

I haven't got the remotest idea who nominated me; big thanks to whoever it is. I presume my ISP's spam-blocker ate any advice of the nominations I'd been sent.

Anyway, I saw that "No category with less than 3 nominees will be judged. The nominees will be held over to the next round", and that there were only 2 nominees for the "Dumb, Blonde, and Beautiful" award; so I went back and nominated nihilistbear's "A Day in the life of someone just like you in that category, because it's gorgeous.

And I won't regret it if she beats me and wins. Really. Well, not much.

I got my debriefing today about why I didn't get the promotion. My own fault. See, I tend to believe people want what they ask for. I was asked for an example of my contribution to team-work, so I gave one. The person who beat me gave six. I could have given six hundred if I'd realised that "an example" meant "a number of examples greater than 0 and less than infinity".

The Team Leader who debriefed me told me that she'd been hoping I would mention various things that she knew I'd done, but I didn't so she wasn't allowed to take them into consideration. Basically the fact that I was being interviewed by people who know my worth worked against me; it was hard for me to sell myself to friends, I'd probably have done a better job if they'd been strangers, and only the interview could be counted - they had to disregard everything they already knew about me. Bummer.

This brings me to my recent ficathon story Working for the Yankee Dollar. Again, I believed that I should do exactly what was requested. It asked for "up to two other characters (besides Spike and Buffy) - Gunn, Dawn". So that's what I gave them. No Xander, no Willow, no Tara; just Spike, Buffy, Dawn, Gunn, the Big Bad and supporting cast of Original Characters (and a tiny cameo appearance by a certain member of the BtVS/Angel writing team). I had to do a couple of contortions, and drop a scene I would have liked to include, to keep the other Scoobies out.

Now I've been reading some of the other submissions and it seems I had the wrong idea entirely. I could have had as many of the others in the story as I liked (except Wesley, who was specifically excluded by the requestor).

That's the trouble with being an alien stranded on a strange planet. You humans don't say what you mean.

Oh well.

I actually had a good day at work. I got a blow job in the stationery cupboard had several different customers tell me I was wonderful; one started off the call crying and was laughing by the end of the call and telling me that my suggestions had saved her life. Now that's job satisfaction.