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Thursday, July 6th, 2017 09:53
metaphormorphosis: Ouran High School Host Club; Kanako dressed as a yellow bird (either you or your head must be off)
A slightly risque thing I've started doing is sending emails to my boss without an opening greeting. I understand it's not proper, but half of the time I spend on emails is just agonizing over the greeting I ought to use because six years ago I was instructed to always open with one, but also that the boss doesn't appreciate the use of vocative forms for given names which is unfortunate because you're supposed to use those for male names no matter how you feel about them. So what then? Also it's very weird to me to greet someone multiple times a day. Especially someone who accepts and responds to texts with smilies. Hopefully we can reach an understanding that I'm simply in a great hurry rather than intentionally disrespectful, though I feel I may have let his texting style lull me into a false sense of security.
metaphormorphosis: TSW opening cutscene (Default)
When I'm not talking about the weather or video games, one of my favourite topics is my shitty country. Right now, it's too hot to play video games so I decided to make this write-up some friends were interested in, aka the Monthly What The Fuck Is Wrong With Bulgaria.

I'll start with capitalism and then move on to homophobia, politics, nazism, and child abuse. )

I assume nice things do happen time to time, they just don't make the news so there's no way to hear about them.

monday blogging

Monday, June 26th, 2017 17:26
metaphormorphosis: Ouran High School Host Club; Kanako dressed as a yellow bird (either you or your head must be off)
Today is officially the day when I sent the biggest number of absolutely ridiculous work emails (previously some day in January) and also the day I've come closest to dying of heat stroke (previously some day the week before last) and while I'm not quite yet at the stage where I don't have any hecks to give anymore, I'm down to about three or four hecks which is only marginally better.

June is almost certainly the worst month of the year and I for one would love to take a week or two off but that would be a total dick move towards everyone else who is going to have an even worse June if I were to do that. It's just that the heat and, let's be real, the deadline for annual financial reports bring out the worst in people. Just today I had to tell an older adult -- no less than four times -- that she can't just badmouth people! Certainly not because peculiarities of Bulgarian administration force her to come to work two hours early "on their behalf" when the reason the webforms are overloaded during business hours is that literally everyone is trying to submit the thrice-cursed reports the week before the deadline. With only a minimal amount of foresight all this, including this very text post, could have been avoided.
metaphormorphosis: Bakemonogatari; migratory books (goodreads)
Book journals are useful for all sorts of things so I decided that I should keep one now that I'm actually reading books again. I wish I had thought of doing that earlier so I could remember more specific things. As it is, it ended up being pretty vague. Also, predictably, it was a lot easier to write about the books I didn't like rather than the ones I did like. Actually I only managed to write about one of the three-star books, but so far I have nothing on the three-heart books with the excuse that probably I have a lot to say about them and it would take too long for a first day of doing this. I hope I don't get tempted to share them online as historically it's a very bad idea to do that, especially for books I really didn't like. Or books I really liked. In general, it's not a great idea to say anything, ever, at all.

various updates

Tuesday, June 20th, 2017 13:24
metaphormorphosis: Honey and Clover; Mayama smoking (4¾ minutes)
1. Tax office round two was blessedly productive because by divine intervention I ended up at Desk 5. Desk 5 is the sort of person who doesn't say "There is no form for this, I can't do anything about it even if the court says" but rather "There is no form for this, so I will write you a letter instead" and I think that's beautiful.

2. Cheeky tenant's reply to my email was exactly what I expected and it ruined my entire weekend. On Monday, my superior looked at it and said we shouldn't dignify it with a response. That's it. Of course he will write again, and I still failed to resolve a Minor Condominium Issue, but at least she's not holding it against me.

3. For the list of most ominous questions a tax officer could ask: "But didn't you get tax credit for the purchase?" or, sometimes the most innocent documents have the worst consequences and perhaps we should deal with accountancy in a slightly more focused than "just wing it" way. Reading up on VAT gave me nightmares and I am no closer to understanding anything, but I am certain of one thing: nothing attracts auditor attention as fast as VAT shenanigans.

4. It's that time of the year when we have to participate in pool drama even though by all accounts we own mere 0.22% of the pool access and associated drama so no one should have to listen to us. I've been translating inadequately pompous emails back and forth, including one I admitted is "not my best work". It's a bad sign that I have more trouble now translating from English rather than into. If I don't find someone to talk to in Bulgarian very soon will I end up forgetting my own language? What then, I will have 0 languages I am fluent in?