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fatheadhippo in a 3rd floor apartment with a front porch. I went out one day and there were people all over the porch, talking and chatting and sitting at tables I didn't remember. I looked out over the railing and... Burning Man was happening. Right outside my house. There was desert as far as I could see and I could hear the thumpy rave music. I sat down with this one woman who was pregnant and started talking to her. We got along really well. I told her I was still thinking about getting a ticket, especially since I didn't have to worry about actually camping, what with my apartment being right on the outskirts and everything. One of the guys at the next table over was loud and irritating and wouldn't shut up (OMG, the shock). I hoped he wouldn't be hanging out there too often.Then I dreamed I was taking the bus and not getting anywhere. And I kept losing my shoes and it made me cry. There was another part, but I forgot it.
Then I woke up and it was 4:30 AM and something outside my window was making strange noises and I'd gotten a whopping 1.5 hours sleep. This evening I'm helping
fatheadhippo with last minute packing and prep for her trip to Hawaii. She leaves tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon/evening I have shopping/sushi/movie/cuddle plans. Wednesday I have dinner plans. Thursday I have dance class. Perhaps I will just save up and sleep all weekend.I've been playing with tarot cards lately, as a way to frame my state of mind. They've been disturbingly accurate in pinpointing things to work on. So I just asked what I need to do to get through the day, and drew the 7 of Swords - Uselessness. The meaning behind that one is scattered energies and depression. The need to leave a situation for new possibilities. I'll take that as "Get out of that job. Making plans will cheer you up."
The weird thing is, I've drawn that card in the past three readings I've done. It's a 62 card deck (Major and minor arcana - I don't like the court cards). I don't know what the chances are of that, because my math functions have gone to hell from exhaustion. The other two times I drew it were questions I was asking about my relationships with a couple of important people, and I drew it reversed, which is a prompt to deal with any feelings of uselessness. Which, again, disturbingly accurate.
Anyway, I have to go shower and eat some Froot Loops and leave for work. It would be very sad if I ended up late at this point.
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:Four Star Mary
Halp?
Also, apologies to people on multiple friends-lists, since you're gonna see this, like 3 or 4 times. :-)
- Mood:
frustrated
- Mood:headachey
My job is awesome. I can take yoga classes whenever I please, my bosses trust me, there's good communication, and I'm appreciated. Plus my coworkers are adorable. It's also challenging (ack! phones!), in a good way, and I feel like I'm actually contributing to a better world by doing my job.
I seem to have dropped out of circulation socially in the last few weeks. There are exceptions to that - mostly close friends and family - but I'm finding it hard to even write coherent, engaged emails at the moment, let alone carry on conversations in person, so I'm keeping relatively quiet.
In one of those exceptions, #54 on my 101 things list got completed. I think singing "Wanted Dead or Alive," "Mississippi Queen," and "More Than A Feeling" (3 times!) in front of five people counts. Everyone else refused to sing, except Lindsey, who rocked "War Pigs." Dude, Boston is hard to sing along to. I do not have the lung capacity for that. Also, "I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all" is so classic. So so classic. And so satisfying to sing!
- Music:Hem - Night Like A River
I think that'll give me a good 4 or 5 hours of uninterrupted quiet time before I really have to pee.
Meh. This may hose my weekend plans.
In better news, I got the job that I interviewed for. I'll be the new admin assistant/office manager type person at the Samarya Center. YAY ME. I am a little nervous, just because I'm already invested in the place so I'm all "Oh no, what if I fail!?!" But it'll all be fine. V and I did a little tour yesterday, after class and before I came home and was all "Oh dear god, I'm dying." I made a list of things I need to address. I think I have two weeks of training, and then Stephanie and Molly (the founders) will be gone at the teacher training, along with a bunch of the other teachers, for various lengths of time. That means I'll have some time to organize things and poke around in the filing system and basically see what needs to be done. I'm excited, and I will rock this.
It's gonna be nice to work with V again - we haven't worked at the same place since I left Chase Bobko seven years ago. I've missed it! We work well together! And I love the Samarya Center, and my commute will be a ten minute walk. Life is good.
The Samarya Center turned 7 years old today, by the way. :)
And in conclusion, I got all my hair cut off yesterday and it's wicked cute.
- Mood:
sick
Obviously the only appropriate response to this is to go shopping and eat sushi.
- Mood:
accomplished
Without going into too much detail about what I'm doing (mostly because it's Friday night and I have a
fatheadhippo waiting for me in bed and I'm depressed enough already, so I don't want to think about work), I spent the past week filing things, and a bunch of the folders are labeled "Dominion." Sounds like they're planning to take over the world, yes? But no, it's just the name of a ship. It's resulted in me having The Sisters of Mercy stuck in my head all week. All. Week. Would you like to hear the soundtrack to my days? Of course you would.- Mood:
blah
I start a new job tomorrow. It's easy temp stuff, to keep me occupied until I figure out what I want to be when I grow up. It's in the Adobe building in Fremont. It'll be a little surreal working right across the street from where the Chase Bobko office used to be. I'll be glad to be right near PCC again, though - yay, convenient organic foodz. I like being able to buy kombucha and kale salad on my lunch break.
I'm starting a new knitting project tomorrow, too. Technically I suppose I started it today, with the skein unravelling and such, but hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to cast on. I'm making a messenger style bag, boxy, with a shoulder strap, striped red, orangey-red, and gold. I haven't figured out the pattern yet, or what design I'm doing on the front, although I suspect it'll be one that dyslexia is going to covet. Just saying.
However, that is not going to happen tonight. I have to leave at about 7:15 tomorrow morning (FEH!), and therefore I must sleep. Also, I'm feeling absolutely awful lately. I don't seem to be sick, but there's something funky going on, for sure, and I'm taking massive doses of vitamin C with no side effects, which is generally a good indicator that I'm under the weather. So I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday, and we'll see what Dr. Bobbi has to say, and maybe she'll have some nutritional suggestions or something. I think maybe I just hit a stress threshold or something, because that usually ends up with my immune system shot to hell.
And that's not going to make work any more fun. *sigh* Oh well.
- Mood:
drained
I'll be working downtown-ish for the next six weeks or so. I'm interested to find out what the job actually entails. The description I got was:
"They need someone to go through their customer service emails and put them into an Excel data base."
Yes, I know there are no Excel databases. I hope they have a good reason for using Excel and not Access, because that sort of thing makes the baby Jesus cry. And hello? Importing? Macros?
Anyway, it sounds straightforward (although I thought that about the last one, so who knows), I'm guessing I'll be able to listen to music and ignore people for the most part, it's a finite time frame (and should be over in plenty of time for Seacompression and vacation planning), and it's walking distance. Happy happy.
I'm also working on getting recertified for massage so I can renew my license. I can't believe it's been two years since I did any (paid) bodywork. Hopefully I'll have a massage job again sometime in early 2008. *crosses fingers/toes/legs*
*loses feeling in extremities*
*uncrosses everything*
Send good thoughts in that direction for me. Plz. Thx.
- Mood:
curious
I am officially unemployed, as of yesterday afternoon. Go me! It was a reasonably mellow last week, although I didn't leave until 5:30 yesterday, as I was trying to get things to an acceptable point so as not to short Naomi out her first week. I had a goodbye lunch at Lola, which was fantastic - mint/feta spread and garlic spread and grilled pita, and then lamb kebabs with caramelized garlic and red wine sauce, with a Greek salad. And raspberry balsamic sorbet. My only issue with the place is that they have those booths that are too close to the table for comfort and the tables are so high that I have to either hoist my boobs onto the table or resign myself to chest compression throughout the meal. The food was worth it, though. Mmmediterranean.
Tonight we went to Gaspare on Phinney Ridge to celebrate Sherry's birhday. It (the restaurant) is on 67th and Greenwood, right next to that place that used to be a vegetarian restaurant and now it's El Chupacabra. I had the Linguine di Gaspare, which was yummy and had tiny Cthulhus in it. Seriously. I was halfway through my cocktail [pureed white peaches and raspberries with sparkling wine], so I got my plate and was like "OMG BABY CTHULHU!" and yes, I did manage to pronounce it, despite being a tiny bit muzzy-headed. The cocktail took the edge off the migraine that I inflicted on myself by wearing a halter top three days in a row. And then afterwards we waited for the bus outside El Chupacabra and I sang along with the music - Pearl Jam, Journey, Beastie Boys.
I think it's time for bed now.
- Mood: groggy
- Music:Journey (but only in my head)
At the end of the day I'll send out an email pointing my cow-orkers to this site. Hi, cow-orkers! Welcome! I miss you already!
( fish spines and movies )
Also, I have to say I feel very odd blogging over here, b/c I don't have the same communities I do elsewhere. But damn it, the variable security will be worth it.
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