Smells like Team Spirit
Jan. 29th, 2009 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerWas 40 minutes late to work today. O.o
Fortunately it was work at the tutoring center, which means sitting at the desk and finishing my homework while waiting for someone to drop by in need of tutoring, rather than work at the dining hall, where they would probably put me through the dishwasher for coming in late. Well, not really, but I would deserve it for letting everyone down like that.
It's funny, really. People have told me for years about this thing called "team spirit," where you show up for practice because otherwise your teammates will never perfect their ability to pitch a ball into a net, which is obviously way more important than, for instance, showing up to the party of one of your friends who will actually speak to you off the basketball court.
I never understood this team spirit until I got this dining hall job. If I'm not there, everyone else will be working at least fifteen extra minutes and probably twice as hard as normal; ergo, I have to show up.
...I still think this is a stupid way to feel about practice for a high school basketball team that always loses, but at least I understand what the feeling is.
In other news, I finished a deeply broken Pushing Daisies fic, edited a Pushing Daisies/Torchwood crossover that's so insubstantial it might levitate, and discovered that whenever I write Ned he spends at least half of the fic glaring suspiciously at all male persons who come within spitting distance of Chuck. It's not that he doesn't have his jealous moments in canon, but this is rather a one-note characterization. No matter how much sense it makes when the male persons are Jack and Ianto.
Fortunately it was work at the tutoring center, which means sitting at the desk and finishing my homework while waiting for someone to drop by in need of tutoring, rather than work at the dining hall, where they would probably put me through the dishwasher for coming in late. Well, not really, but I would deserve it for letting everyone down like that.
It's funny, really. People have told me for years about this thing called "team spirit," where you show up for practice because otherwise your teammates will never perfect their ability to pitch a ball into a net, which is obviously way more important than, for instance, showing up to the party of one of your friends who will actually speak to you off the basketball court.
I never understood this team spirit until I got this dining hall job. If I'm not there, everyone else will be working at least fifteen extra minutes and probably twice as hard as normal; ergo, I have to show up.
...I still think this is a stupid way to feel about practice for a high school basketball team that always loses, but at least I understand what the feeling is.
In other news, I finished a deeply broken Pushing Daisies fic, edited a Pushing Daisies/Torchwood crossover that's so insubstantial it might levitate, and discovered that whenever I write Ned he spends at least half of the fic glaring suspiciously at all male persons who come within spitting distance of Chuck. It's not that he doesn't have his jealous moments in canon, but this is rather a one-note characterization. No matter how much sense it makes when the male persons are Jack and Ianto.
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Date: 2009-01-30 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 06:26 pm (UTC)Would you be interested in reading the crossover? The dinosaur museum story needs a serious overhaul before I'm willing to let it out of my clutches, but the crossover may be ready for a spin.
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-01 05:20 am (UTC)On the other hand, I have to wonder if Jack would be at all impressed by Ned's talents, or if he'd be more, "Yeah, you wanna see something really impressive?" And you'd think he's about to kill himself so he can revive and be the center of everyone's attention again, but No! he's Jack and just whips it out and has sex with everyone right there. And, well, he's the center of attention again, so he's still happy and, hey, no inconvenient headache.
I don't think that would actually happen, but it'd be kind of hilarious, right?
You know what? I didn't realize how entirely past my bedtime it must be until all that spilled out.
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Date: 2009-02-01 06:16 am (UTC)Sleep! Sleeping is good for you! *she shouts, as she prowls around LJ after midnight*