Having a conversation with my sister yesterday led me to think about a few things. I've complained alot over the last week about my current situation, especially about the roommate deal.
I am utterly thankful that i have a job right now, one that is solid and that i don't dispise going to every day.
I'm lucky that i'm not chin deep in debt and that i know my paycheck will come through.
I am grateful for my family (bet a few of you never thought you'd hear me say that). In my moderate crisis, they have been willing to voluenteer advice, help, and a shoulder to lean on. And when they say that they'll help, i know i can count on them.
I dont' know what i did to deserve such great friends, who care so much about me that they're willing to listen to me when i vent or complain and invite me over even if it's just to watch tv and have some honest laughs.
It seems humbling when you look at it that way.
I know that i don't have the foritude to stand through every storm on my own. But when i'm supported by friends and family, i know i can make it through anything.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Way too much going on!
My days have been full of one moderate crisis after another for the last week.
I've foolishly let myself get my hopes up over three different potentail roommates only to have them say no when it comes down to it for reasons that have nothing to do with me or the apartment. There isn't much i can do there.
I've been dealing with the main office at my complex telling me one thing, then going back and changing their story. It got to one point where the only person i will deal with now is the assistant manager. And if she's not there, i'll find out when she will be and leave. Don't get me wrong, they're all very nice, but i wish they would learn the phrase "I don't know" instead of feeding me some "sort of right" answer that drastically changes the issue, and i have to scramble. Then after all the scramble is done, i find out that i didn't have to scramble at all.
Turns out i'm going to have to move after all, so now i have to pack up all my things and move them. Did i mention i'm on doctor's orders to not exercise specifically lifting things?!
I've decided i really want a top floor apartment for three main reasons: 1) No body peeking in or lights shining in at all hours of the night 2) second floor would be harder to break into and 3) No one above me in the middle of the night walking around or, good grief, a rhythmic squeak of a bed.
For those who haven't been able to see my Facebook status this week: Katherine is moving out. As in, according to her latest reports, she'll be moving her bed and personal stuff back to her parents house today. I expect most of her things to be gone by Friday.
On the bright side of this:
I get to live solo for 2 weeks!
I can do anything i want like run around dressed (or not) however i want!
I don't have to worry about being quiet in the morning because she'll be asleep till noon and crabby if i make noise.
I control the tv and the DVR
No more negitive energy! No more moping about, no more lumps on the couch (she has some of my sympathy, but when that's all you do all day long instead of being proactive, i don't have very much for you)
And i won't have to worry about her room being messy to show!
On the tarnished side of this:
I get lonely, and i wont' even have a cat to talk to.
.........yeah that's about it....and i have friends nearby....and a phone.
My thanks go out to Kenny, who has let me come and invade his place to stay away from my roommate. I think i make up for some of it for my sheer entertainment value, but it's nice to enjoy myself after a long day, not feel like I'm in someone's way all the time no matter where i am (even my own room).
And lets just avoid the subject of work and leave it at; I took friday off for my own personal sanity and the safety of everyone in my office.
On the plus side of my life right now:
I'm forcing myself to eat breakfast, odd when i haven't done so since junior high. And i must say, eating oatmeal every day for breakfast has had three major positive effects:
I don't feel hungry until right at lunchtime, I'm not muching, and i've lost over ten pounds since january first (i know i said i wasn't going to pick a number, but common, you start to notice after the first 10)
I've foolishly let myself get my hopes up over three different potentail roommates only to have them say no when it comes down to it for reasons that have nothing to do with me or the apartment. There isn't much i can do there.
I've been dealing with the main office at my complex telling me one thing, then going back and changing their story. It got to one point where the only person i will deal with now is the assistant manager. And if she's not there, i'll find out when she will be and leave. Don't get me wrong, they're all very nice, but i wish they would learn the phrase "I don't know" instead of feeding me some "sort of right" answer that drastically changes the issue, and i have to scramble. Then after all the scramble is done, i find out that i didn't have to scramble at all.
Turns out i'm going to have to move after all, so now i have to pack up all my things and move them. Did i mention i'm on doctor's orders to not exercise specifically lifting things?!
I've decided i really want a top floor apartment for three main reasons: 1) No body peeking in or lights shining in at all hours of the night 2) second floor would be harder to break into and 3) No one above me in the middle of the night walking around or, good grief, a rhythmic squeak of a bed.
For those who haven't been able to see my Facebook status this week: Katherine is moving out. As in, according to her latest reports, she'll be moving her bed and personal stuff back to her parents house today. I expect most of her things to be gone by Friday.
On the bright side of this:
I get to live solo for 2 weeks!
I can do anything i want like run around dressed (or not) however i want!
I don't have to worry about being quiet in the morning because she'll be asleep till noon and crabby if i make noise.
I control the tv and the DVR
No more negitive energy! No more moping about, no more lumps on the couch (she has some of my sympathy, but when that's all you do all day long instead of being proactive, i don't have very much for you)
And i won't have to worry about her room being messy to show!
On the tarnished side of this:
I get lonely, and i wont' even have a cat to talk to.
.........yeah that's about it....and i have friends nearby....and a phone.
My thanks go out to Kenny, who has let me come and invade his place to stay away from my roommate. I think i make up for some of it for my sheer entertainment value, but it's nice to enjoy myself after a long day, not feel like I'm in someone's way all the time no matter where i am (even my own room).
And lets just avoid the subject of work and leave it at; I took friday off for my own personal sanity and the safety of everyone in my office.
On the plus side of my life right now:
I'm forcing myself to eat breakfast, odd when i haven't done so since junior high. And i must say, eating oatmeal every day for breakfast has had three major positive effects:
I don't feel hungry until right at lunchtime, I'm not muching, and i've lost over ten pounds since january first (i know i said i wasn't going to pick a number, but common, you start to notice after the first 10)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Pranks that deserve admiration
Normally, i'm not one that condones lawless behaviour. And since my dad and people like him rely on roadway signs to protect them from clueless drivers, i understand how troublesome a breech like this is and what kind of dangers it presents to road crews and motorists alike.
But I must admit, whoever came up with this multi-state prank deserves some applause before they get fined.
In three states, Washington, Illinois, and Texas, roadsigns were hacked to display messages such as above. Some of the better ones were: "Caution zombies ahead", and "Daily lane closeures due to zombies". Although it looks like one county didn't quite understand the whole message because they put "Raptors" instead.
Natrually, my overly active imagination took this prompt and ran rampant with it.
What if these signs were common place in our lives, general warning for zombie swarms? That would be interesting!
But I must admit, whoever came up with this multi-state prank deserves some applause before they get fined.
In three states, Washington, Illinois, and Texas, roadsigns were hacked to display messages such as above. Some of the better ones were: "Caution zombies ahead", and "Daily lane closeures due to zombies". Although it looks like one county didn't quite understand the whole message because they put "Raptors" instead.
Natrually, my overly active imagination took this prompt and ran rampant with it.
What if these signs were common place in our lives, general warning for zombie swarms? That would be interesting!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Feeling like a cartoon ostritch
Hitting the ground running is an expression that pales in comparason of how my morning actually went.
Between having to fix a drastic mistake i made last night before leaving work(that was totally my bad and stupid fat fingers!), and running around because it was already late and getting yelled at for something that wasn't my fault, as well as doing things i have no idea of how to do and one of the most rude displays by a co-worker i've ever seen here. I was ready to go home and stick my head in the sand at about 10am. Or at least under my pillow.
Now the last two hours have been going by "like molassas in wintertime". If i wernt' meeting potential roommates tonight, i'd probably pour myself "something tall and strong" and pass out by 8.
On the plus side, I somehow managed to miss two new books out by one of my all time favorite authors! and i got them both for 17$ including shipping! I love amazon!
Between having to fix a drastic mistake i made last night before leaving work(that was totally my bad and stupid fat fingers!), and running around because it was already late and getting yelled at for something that wasn't my fault, as well as doing things i have no idea of how to do and one of the most rude displays by a co-worker i've ever seen here. I was ready to go home and stick my head in the sand at about 10am. Or at least under my pillow.
Now the last two hours have been going by "like molassas in wintertime". If i wernt' meeting potential roommates tonight, i'd probably pour myself "something tall and strong" and pass out by 8.
On the plus side, I somehow managed to miss two new books out by one of my all time favorite authors! and i got them both for 17$ including shipping! I love amazon!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Getting by unscathed...by way of laughter
It seems like my life hits a lot of lows all at once. It likes giving me the finger like that.
No roommate for me yet. She backed out of the deal last minute (decided to try living on her own instead, so i can't blame her too much). And i'm back to the drawing board.
The worst part is: it's not even literal. I've been running around like crazy. Now I remember why i don't have time to draw like i used to. I'm too busy being an adult!
I believe in the philosophy that you get old because you stop laughing. Well, i guess it's true.
With all the stress i've been hit with the last few weeks, having a genuine chuckle at anything has been quite an ordeal.
This morning however, my own clumsiness finally caught up with me. By the time I was able to take a drink of my coffee, it had cooled to perfectly my body's temperature. I didn't feel it spill over the sides of my mouth and down into my shirt until the air had cooled at long about the time it hit my leg. Meanwhile i was concentrating on reading something and had zoned out so completely, that it took me a second to register back into the real world. At that point; half my coffee was down my shirt and in my lap.
My one stroke of luck though, was that i was wearing black. I couldn't help myself. I started cracking up. Co-workers called over the partitions and made sure i was ok. And soon i realized my shirt must have been protected with scotch guard or something cause it rolled right off and into my lap, the shirt barely gathering a dampness. Except now my cleavage smells like coffee. >.>
Ironically, it put me in the best mood i had been in all month. Having been bitten by a girly cootie yesterday, i went out and bought a purse (much needed considering my old one was 2 years and several re-stitchings old). And in said good mood, I went around to all the girly girls at my work and proptly shoved it at them (at a distance, not like it was touching their noses) proclaiming it to be pretty! My quirky happieness seemed to amuse them and they gave the pretty purse it's much needed appreciation. (You must appreciate the pretty red purse!!)
No roommate for me yet. She backed out of the deal last minute (decided to try living on her own instead, so i can't blame her too much). And i'm back to the drawing board.
The worst part is: it's not even literal. I've been running around like crazy. Now I remember why i don't have time to draw like i used to. I'm too busy being an adult!
I believe in the philosophy that you get old because you stop laughing. Well, i guess it's true.
With all the stress i've been hit with the last few weeks, having a genuine chuckle at anything has been quite an ordeal.
This morning however, my own clumsiness finally caught up with me. By the time I was able to take a drink of my coffee, it had cooled to perfectly my body's temperature. I didn't feel it spill over the sides of my mouth and down into my shirt until the air had cooled at long about the time it hit my leg. Meanwhile i was concentrating on reading something and had zoned out so completely, that it took me a second to register back into the real world. At that point; half my coffee was down my shirt and in my lap.
My one stroke of luck though, was that i was wearing black. I couldn't help myself. I started cracking up. Co-workers called over the partitions and made sure i was ok. And soon i realized my shirt must have been protected with scotch guard or something cause it rolled right off and into my lap, the shirt barely gathering a dampness. Except now my cleavage smells like coffee. >.>
Ironically, it put me in the best mood i had been in all month. Having been bitten by a girly cootie yesterday, i went out and bought a purse (much needed considering my old one was 2 years and several re-stitchings old). And in said good mood, I went around to all the girly girls at my work and proptly shoved it at them (at a distance, not like it was touching their noses) proclaiming it to be pretty! My quirky happieness seemed to amuse them and they gave the pretty purse it's much needed appreciation. (You must appreciate the pretty red purse!!)
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