- All repairmen have come and gone. I'm not too poor, since one wasn't supposed to charge me and didn't (insurance covered), another charged me less than he should have (Something about having older men who have daughters work on my house - I think they feel sorry for me being alone and all. I don't ask for a discount - I just get it. Now that I have mentioned it, I will get no more. Which is fine...), another was supposed to charge me $49 service fee just for showing up, and then $350 to scope the drain!!!!! a fee they never explained so I called the manager and offered to just pay half the $49 but she completely waived it, and finally the last poor guy who did my dishwasher, well, it was expensive ($195) but he was here for 2.5 hours figuring stuff out, cleaning it thoroughly, and he checked out my washing machine for free, and I know my motor works. I tipped him $10. I just felt I had to. Of course, I have a lot of money yet to spend on that drain... but I'll not think of that now.
- I'm off this weekend to the Gunks yet again, but this time with the ex boyfriend who just got married. Not even sure I'll be meeting his wife, since she's off somewhere else for the weekend. It's odd, yes, but oh well. I was talking to my ex (husband) and he was talking about his woes of trying to find a climbing partner for this weekend. I hesitated and said, well, it would be awfully odd for me to be climbing with two ex's but if you want to come along you can. He said no, thank you very much, yes it would be odd, and I can really only climb 2 days anyway. Whew. I just want to be nice.
- If you would like to hear my voice, I called into Seven Second Delay last night to harass. Long time listener, first time caller, and I forgot to say that! Not sure what time I got on - maybe 20 minutes in? http://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/32067 I'm too lazy to make a link. And btw, I do NOT have money under my tampon box. Or at least anymore.
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
My morning
I am up early because I need to work and await the four repairmen I have coming this morning.
1-guy to fix a small ding in my windshield
2-electrician to install my ceiling fans, and do a few other odds and ends
3-dishwasher repair guy
4-plumber to scope the outside drain and really SEE what's happening
I'm afraid the electrician may make the work of the dishwasher repair guy more difficult, but I think he'll be flexible...
1-guy to fix a small ding in my windshield
2-electrician to install my ceiling fans, and do a few other odds and ends
3-dishwasher repair guy
4-plumber to scope the outside drain and really SEE what's happening
I'm afraid the electrician may make the work of the dishwasher repair guy more difficult, but I think he'll be flexible...
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Cute Cuke
From my garden.
I called my neighbor yesterday to ask if she wanted basil. She said not right now, but can I come over when I'm making spaghetti sauce and take some? Sure. Nice of you to pretend like it matters that I'm there or not. I ended the conversation saying, Please don't steal my cucumbers. She laughed and said she wouldn't. Not sure I believe her.
I called my neighbor yesterday to ask if she wanted basil. She said not right now, but can I come over when I'm making spaghetti sauce and take some? Sure. Nice of you to pretend like it matters that I'm there or not. I ended the conversation saying, Please don't steal my cucumbers. She laughed and said she wouldn't. Not sure I believe her.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Reunion
So, Saturday I went to meet up with some people I hadn't seen in at least 20 years. Friends from high school. Before going, I was a bit anxious. It's kinda like going home to your parents - you start acting the way you were when you were younger. Well, back in high school I was pretty shy. I had more than 2 friends by 10th grade, but it was still an odd thing. I was a misfit.
Thing is, there were a bunch of other misfits too that kinda all found each other. By end of 10th / 11th grade there were enough people to have a group. We were very fond of saying that we weren't 'clique'y (well, in a traditional way!). In fact, someone within the group coined the term for us - claque. There was a core group who all lived on the same street near the junior high school, and then the outliers like me, who kinda even in a misfit group was hesitant to be part of the group all the way.
Well, a few people got together on Sat and I decided to join. I was anxious, but I eventually told myself that it would be like meeting new people, because really they were new. I mean, 20 years had gone by.
But in the end it was so relaxed. I was still kind of a misfit, being the only one not married and childless, but it was great spending time with them. And hearing about other people we all knew. I mean, who woulda thought that C would become an opera singer in Germany?? Seriously, he is. And W is a sommalier. And one of the guys who was there is my age and just starting his residency for becoming a medical doctor. He loves it. And another brought cheese that he had made himself.
It was great. And the best thing that came out of it, driving home I was thinking to myself that I really can do anything I want to. I can dream, and make that dream come true. I'd lost that attitude over the years due to all the chaos in my life, but I'm stable enough(ish) now that I can start dreaming again. Or at least percolating.
Like, I'd love to go live in New Zealand for a year or two. Realistically, some things would have to happen for me to do that (stabilize medication, find a way to have health insurance there, my mom die - which is horrible but realistic - I don't want to be overseas when she dies, etc.) but it's something that could come true. And that's all I've come up with so far. But it's something. I have some time.
And I reconnected with some really truly good people, and hope to continue to be in touch. Thanks Facebook!
Thing is, there were a bunch of other misfits too that kinda all found each other. By end of 10th / 11th grade there were enough people to have a group. We were very fond of saying that we weren't 'clique'y (well, in a traditional way!). In fact, someone within the group coined the term for us - claque. There was a core group who all lived on the same street near the junior high school, and then the outliers like me, who kinda even in a misfit group was hesitant to be part of the group all the way.
Well, a few people got together on Sat and I decided to join. I was anxious, but I eventually told myself that it would be like meeting new people, because really they were new. I mean, 20 years had gone by.
But in the end it was so relaxed. I was still kind of a misfit, being the only one not married and childless, but it was great spending time with them. And hearing about other people we all knew. I mean, who woulda thought that C would become an opera singer in Germany?? Seriously, he is. And W is a sommalier. And one of the guys who was there is my age and just starting his residency for becoming a medical doctor. He loves it. And another brought cheese that he had made himself.
It was great. And the best thing that came out of it, driving home I was thinking to myself that I really can do anything I want to. I can dream, and make that dream come true. I'd lost that attitude over the years due to all the chaos in my life, but I'm stable enough(ish) now that I can start dreaming again. Or at least percolating.
Like, I'd love to go live in New Zealand for a year or two. Realistically, some things would have to happen for me to do that (stabilize medication, find a way to have health insurance there, my mom die - which is horrible but realistic - I don't want to be overseas when she dies, etc.) but it's something that could come true. And that's all I've come up with so far. But it's something. I have some time.
And I reconnected with some really truly good people, and hope to continue to be in touch. Thanks Facebook!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Saturday Hunt - Function
Something tells me this lock is not fulfilling its function.
And we have a musical selection today.
And we have a musical selection today.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
2 completely separate topics
This weekend I'm headed to a party 2-3 hours away. It's people who I knew in high school that I haven't been in touch with since I joined Facebook. I'd write more, but I think I'll just let you know how it goes.
What's really on my mind is my behavior and work. It sucks to be in an episode where you feel like you want to stab yourself in the leg, over and over. And you are beyond touchy with your boss so she doesn't even want to talk to you - waits for you to leave your office to leave notes on a chair, doesn't say goodbye when leaving for a 4 day weekend. After I went kinda nuts on Wednesday I kept my door mostly shut so I wouldn't interact with her/other people. But the problem is there's always email. And you can be touchy in email.
So, any good relationship I may have reestablished is gone. Shit, no wonder I didn't stay married - maybe I never can be. It has always been my boss too though. Dammit. And I'm searching for information on how to deal with the issues in a workplace. I mean, I told them about my diagnosis but it's still a pain in the ass to deal with someone like me - shit, I wouldn't want to interact with me after some of the things I wrote. I can see myself saying/writing things that are unbelievable, but I don't/can't stop. So, what do I do? I don't know. Take a day off? I don't think so. It seems right now that I just have to live with the impacts of the behavior. And that sucks.
I was posting some of the half obnoxious thoughts I had on twitter, and thankfully a savior showed me that I hadn't made my account private so the whole world could search my name and find what I had written because twitter and facebook pay to have their websites show up in the first 5 results. I fixed that this morning.
I can't form coherent thoughts right now. So, maybe I'll just go to bed.
Next day: Well, I figure I should tell also what other impact it has. Road rage. Driving back last night from an unsuccessful attempt to buy a tv (I won't get into that) I just felt like shit. I should have talked to my friend who brought me to Costco, but sometimes I just can't explain what's going on and/or I just don't feel like someone will understand. But obviously I should have, since I passed some guy in a SUV and he gets all pissed off that I passed him so goes up behind me and flashes his lights. Well, I slammed on my brakes hard (stupid thing #1) and then took off. Of course, he's pissed and starts trailing me from another lane. I try to forget and move over to prepare to exit, and he's following me, so I slow way down to 55 (that'll tell you how fast I was going) and then when he's behind me, further down. Before the exit there's another exit so he tries to intimidate me by moving over into my lane while I"m still in it. At that point I didn't give a shit so I sped up to see whether he would move into my lane, and then was in front of him because he chickened out and slammed on my brakes again. He exited, and then I had my exit. I half expected him to do an illegal move to get to me on the secondary road. After that I was shaking, and a part of me just looked at myself like what an idiot you are, but the other part just didn't give a shit.
I think I'll take the bus today.
What's really on my mind is my behavior and work. It sucks to be in an episode where you feel like you want to stab yourself in the leg, over and over. And you are beyond touchy with your boss so she doesn't even want to talk to you - waits for you to leave your office to leave notes on a chair, doesn't say goodbye when leaving for a 4 day weekend. After I went kinda nuts on Wednesday I kept my door mostly shut so I wouldn't interact with her/other people. But the problem is there's always email. And you can be touchy in email.
So, any good relationship I may have reestablished is gone. Shit, no wonder I didn't stay married - maybe I never can be. It has always been my boss too though. Dammit. And I'm searching for information on how to deal with the issues in a workplace. I mean, I told them about my diagnosis but it's still a pain in the ass to deal with someone like me - shit, I wouldn't want to interact with me after some of the things I wrote. I can see myself saying/writing things that are unbelievable, but I don't/can't stop. So, what do I do? I don't know. Take a day off? I don't think so. It seems right now that I just have to live with the impacts of the behavior. And that sucks.
I was posting some of the half obnoxious thoughts I had on twitter, and thankfully a savior showed me that I hadn't made my account private so the whole world could search my name and find what I had written because twitter and facebook pay to have their websites show up in the first 5 results. I fixed that this morning.
I can't form coherent thoughts right now. So, maybe I'll just go to bed.
Next day: Well, I figure I should tell also what other impact it has. Road rage. Driving back last night from an unsuccessful attempt to buy a tv (I won't get into that) I just felt like shit. I should have talked to my friend who brought me to Costco, but sometimes I just can't explain what's going on and/or I just don't feel like someone will understand. But obviously I should have, since I passed some guy in a SUV and he gets all pissed off that I passed him so goes up behind me and flashes his lights. Well, I slammed on my brakes hard (stupid thing #1) and then took off. Of course, he's pissed and starts trailing me from another lane. I try to forget and move over to prepare to exit, and he's following me, so I slow way down to 55 (that'll tell you how fast I was going) and then when he's behind me, further down. Before the exit there's another exit so he tries to intimidate me by moving over into my lane while I"m still in it. At that point I didn't give a shit so I sped up to see whether he would move into my lane, and then was in front of him because he chickened out and slammed on my brakes again. He exited, and then I had my exit. I half expected him to do an illegal move to get to me on the secondary road. After that I was shaking, and a part of me just looked at myself like what an idiot you are, but the other part just didn't give a shit.
I think I'll take the bus today.
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