21 posts tagged “work”
I'm finding myself feeling restless tonight and it's driving me mad. I'm sure it's not helping that I've just printed out all my flight information from the American Airlines site. Just shy of two hundred twenty for round trip tickets. That means that because of packaging it all together, I an only paying about thirty-thirty per night (and that's with taxes and fees) at the hotel for a seven night stay. Thank you Priceline. I am thoroughly impressed. Maybe that's what's making me restless. Oh well.
Spoke to Free this morning at obscene hours. Poor love, he's finally winding down from everything and I do hope he gets the rest he truly needs. He was too sleepy to keep it up long so I made sure he got off to bed and we agreed that we'd talk tonight.
I've decided that I will no longer celebrate the Easter Bunny, rather the Easter Monkey. What decided this? A cute monkey plushie that I saw at Starbucks in a pile of other bits. I think it's much more amusing. Besides, he's got thumbs to actually help him hand out the eggs. Doesn't that make more sense? Of course it does. You'll help, won't you? Of course you will!
What else? I spent the evening booking a flight for my grandmother to fly out from Fresno to Cedar Rapids at the end of May to go see her sister and her hundred year old aunt. It was pure insanity. She's damn near deaf and is horrid at making decisions. Thankfully, it's booked and all set. I know it sounds strange but I made sure to get her on American because that places her layover at DFW. Give me all the weird looks you want but it makes me feel better that if some thing goes wrong -knock on wood- there is some one I trust closer to their than I can be. But she's all set. Now I get to look up hotels and cab fares tomorrow. Thrilling.
I went up to Los Alamos and picked up my final check. I didn't say a word and for good reason. I don't want to say what I'm thinking as I wish to remain on a better level than them. Simple but honest. From there I went to the bank and cashed the check. I was a woman on a mission. Then mail and Starbucks (yes, it was a chai... >.<).
Next stop? The shelter. I went and saw the malamute mix I had seen on Sunday and had been thinking about since. I had to get her. She needed to come home with me. She even came out to her outside area and put her paws up on the fence when she saw me coming. I took her for a walk and she was great! She's only eleven months old so she's still got a puppy mind-set. She's very smiley, happy and very curious which are all wonderful things. She's taken a great liking for me which is even better. I went in, filled in the paper work and they got things started while I went back to the house to get Allie and Igor. They wanted to make sure everyone would get along. And they did! They all sniffed, wagged and the new pup even play-bowed for Allie. This is going to be fantastic. So... I paid for her and her rabies shot. She will be getting fixed and so I will be picking her up Friday afternoon. I admit that I am very excited about this. I know it seems sudden but when I saw her, I knew I was doing the right thing. I may drop by and see her tomorrow so I can get a photo to share with everyone. I'm working on a name but I think I'm close to something.
What else? Just more cleaning. And that was my day. Isn't it just thrilling? Heh. Anyway, I'm going to go curl up until I hear from Free. Goodnight kids!
Anathema
It's going to be a long day. But things can only get better. At least that's what I am hoping. It really doesn't have much farther down to go from here anyway. Here I sit, typing and being talked at by Squall. Silly little mush.
Tuesday. Went to work as per usual but feeling sullen. The specter of losing Bear was hanging over my head rather heavily. Sitting in the truck, waiting for work, Papa stopped by with the EMR truck. He had news. The matriarch of a family we've been friends with for a long time has been diagnosed as having a brain tumor behind her right eye and it's pushing against her brain. Now, I've got a mixed basket of feelings on this. I want her to get better, don't think I don't. It's just hard to get warm and fuzzy about a woman who gives me harsh looks whenever she sees me. Papa adores her and calls her mom so he's taking it very hard. She and her husband are convinced that it is a curse placed upon her by witches (known as brujas around here) that just happen to be the sisters of her husband. These are very, very, very religious folks and I can respect that. I won't tell them where I am in the theological tree because I don't want to cause any hardships... but. It's hard to listen to people talk about witches being horrible, evil people. I hate the stereotype with a passion and would spend the rest of my life trying to correct it if I could. Oh well. I went to a local church called the Santuario de Chimayo. It's a beautiful place and has a remarkable history. I got some holy water and holy dirt for her and gave them to her a couple days ago.
He left and wasn't sure if he could get Bear into the vets office. I called and asked him, again, to make sure he took her in. Making Bear suffer was making me sick to my stomach. In time, we spoke and he assured me he would take her in. After lunch I cracked. I was in tears about Bear and quietly requested that I be able to leave when my father came to pick up the truck. I was allowed. Four o'clock came along and I had not heard anything nor seen him, so I called. He was all ready off the hill and on his way in. I expressed my disappointment and he agreed that he would wait for us at the clinic. I got my mother and we left as soon as Yvette was back from her break.
It was a heartbreaking experience. Walking in, I saw Papa holding a motionless Bear. As I walked up, he finally cracked and burst into tears. He apologized through the tears, stating that he thought he was strong enough. I hugged him and cried with him. A few moments later, the vet came out and lead us into a room. We all stood with Bear as she lay on her side upon the table.
I'm sorry, I find that even writing about it is making me cry write now. Maybe it's good that these things aren't timed. This is going to take me a while.
I held her head and stroked her. She remained wrapped in towels, hiding the fact that she had pretty much destroyed the outer side of the growth and her front was covered in blood and other... things. We all spoke to her, thanking her. It was quick. Painless. She moved a little bit when she was pricked by the main needle. She was gone very quickly. They left me alone with her. I cried with her and thanked her for being such an amazing dog. I prayed aloud, asking my patronesses to watch over her, guide her to the others. In time, Papa came back in. We cried and eventually walked away, leaving her there. They'll call him when the ashes are ready. I couldn't bury her here, this isn't home.
From there, we went home so that I could change. We then went to the Santuario, only yo find they were not open. Saying goodbye to the horse in the paddock beside the path, we left.
Wednesday. My day off. I had spent all night talking to Free so slept in. Thank you Free, it helped more than you know. I spent the day at home, resting, coughing. I went back up for the Starry Night rehearsal. We had a pretty good time though because we had a new light person to train on the cues, we couldn't goof off as much as we would have liked.
Thursday. Went to work. After about an hour and a half, I was called into the office by an overly cheerful Harold. When I got in, there was Finley and the owner. To make a long story short, they fired me. I have been accused of slander via hear-say and, of all things, this very journal. I know, now, how they found the journal. Fact is, they're probably going to read this. I don't care. I've never said anything that wasn't either fact or items spoken as my opinion. They also sited the fact that I read books and write when I am without a customer. There are no rules against this, especially as I had the reputation amongst customers as being their best cashier. Leaving the office, I was laughing and commented that perhaps it was only coincidence that I'd been reading Animal Farm and 1984. I don't think they got it. Not that I'd think they would.
I returned an hour later to request all the paperwork involving my dismissal and was told by Harold that there was no paperwork nor would my signature be required. I nodded and stated that I would be back for the paperwork. I left. I spent the day wandering and getting a few items from a shop downtown. Was given the number of a gentleman at the labor board.
Friday. Woke up and went down to Santa Fe to pick up some honey to tide the hives over. From there, had breakfast at IHOP. It was okay but nothing to write home about. Stopped by Jackalope and saw the prarie dogs. Needed to stop anyway because my stomach was raging at me like some wild thing. Called the man at the labor board and left a message. Went back to the Santuario. Got holy dirt and holy water. Got home, showered and went to the theater.
Saturday. Had a nice quiet day. Spent time with Papa. Did things around the house. Had breakfast with Papa and ended up selling lots and lots of honey. Good grief that man could be a car salesman. Went to the theater and did our closing night. Went to the after-party and had a great time! Stayed a little past midnight, leaving with an upset Papa. He was fine later though.
Sunday. Relaxed. Cleaned. Bottled Honey. Left U.F.F.D.U.H. because of scheduling conflicts and stress. Was going to go to Albq with Papa to see a group of old friends from the Navy but he went by himself. So I did housework and finally got things done that have been left undone for far too long. Went to the shelter to get a feel for how I'm going to be able to handle a new dog. I must admit, I saw a malamute mix there that I really like. She was sweet. I may call back today and see if she's up for adoption yet. Purchased my tickets for my Texas trip. Yay! I'll be gone from the 17th until the 24th. Yay!
And today? I'm going to finish this, shower, get dressed and get out the door. The man from the labor board called. It sounds like he can help so I'm heading down to Santa Fe to meet with him. So... yeah... that's it. What a week!
Anathema
[Radio Edit]: I almost forgot! I was going to share this:
I know I should have written quite a while ago. I know. I know. To be honest, I've just felt too antsy to just sit here and type. There's been a lot going on and it's been a packed week. I'll try to go day by day.
Monday. Went to the emergency room at the Los Alamos hospital. I was having massive breathing problems. Couldn't take a normal breath without coughing. It was only getting worse. So. Checked in at seven forty that morning. They got me in immediately. I went through a battery of tests and other crap.
At first I was given a breath test. It was low, so they listened to my breathing. Then they took E.K.G. reading. This happened twice because the doctor thought the first reading was a mistake. It was not. The nurse came in and gave me Tylenol 3 with codeine when that was over. I was then given a nebulizer to help me breath. That was a strange sensation and made me feel cold all over. When it was done, they gave me another breath test. This one was scary-low. My heart rate was still high so after they gave me some chest xrays (while still on the hospital bed), they put on a monitoring machine so they could watch my heart rate. It was hitting the triple digits - 121 at it's top - so I was made to just lay there and even sleep if I needed to. The doctor came in and was still worried about my heart so she said that we would get a CAT scan done if they couldn't figure out why it was so high. But first they would take blood to see if that was really even needed. After what seemed like forever, they came back and said my blood was okay. This made me feel a little better as I'd been panicking. I know it's irrational but I always freak out about blood tests since the rape. They let me rest and when my heart rate back into the nineties, they let me go. Just so you know, my heart right is normally in the high fifties. I was diagnosed with bronchitis but was told that since I caught the signs early, I wouldn't have a problem. I got a prescription for Tylenol 3 with codeine, an albuterol inhaler and a three day treatment of antibiotics. It was eleven ten. Went home and slept through most the day, outside of my phone calls with Free.
Tuesday. Did not go to work. Stayed home. Used inhaler on two different occasions when I found that I could not breath. Went batty just sitting in the house. Fed Bear. Played games. Called in to work to let Harold know what was going on. He was an ass and demanded that I bring in a note from my doctor saying I was healthy when I came back on Thursday. Upon telling him that I had gone to the ER and getting a note would be impossible he said that I still had to get one and promptly hung up. Bastard. Stayed up late talking to Free as Tuesday nights are our 'date' nights.
Wednesday. That was my normal day off. Continued to stick around the house. Didn't go to rehearsal as I didn't want to get anyone ill and really wasn't feeling up to it anyway. Woke with a screaming, stomach churning headache. This went away in time but only in the late afternoon. Went to Santa Fe with Papa in the early evening to get new cell phones for the both of us. Much to my chagrin we did a two for one deal. I may go back for the phone I want later. At the moment it is an LG VX8300. It's okay but I'm not a fan of LG. He went to class while I finished the deal. We also picked up blue tooth headsets for each of us. I went to Starbucks to wait for him and in the process, my head started to throb again. On the way home it was so bad that we had to pull over because I felt as though I would throw up. I'd never had a migraine so bad in my life.
Thursday. Went to work. Didn't feel as good as I should have. It was an uneventful day all in all. Harold never said a thing to me about the doctors. It's just as well, he had no grounds to be such a shit about it on Tuesday and I think he knew it.
Friday. Work. Yes, isn't my life exciting? Still didn't feel good. Molly almost had something thrown at her by me. I stated that I liked the cold and she said "Well, I didn't mind the cold either when I was overweight." Bitch. Overweight, my ass. I'm still in better shape than her. Ggggrrrrr. Had a performance so I went straight from work to the theater. Had a problem backstage. Used the inhaler because I like to breath. Big mistake, my heart rate started to soar. After the performance, Manny grabbed my arm, walked me off stage and straight to my father. He insisted I go home and rest. I did just that outside of a brief phone call in the early am from Free.
Saturday. Felt a little better. Went to work. Wanted to beat the ever-loving shit out of Molly for her rude comments. Explained situation to both Yuri and Yvette later. Went to the theater. Backstage I was introduced to Evie's son. Oh. My. Gods. The man is gorgeous! Just because of that, I almost stayed for the after-party. I couldn't stay. Damn. Oh well. The performance went well outside of a couple minor glitches. Went home and called it a night.
Sunday. Slept in. Tried to anyway. My father came in, woke me up and announced that Bear wasn't eating, wasn't walking well and we could assume that she wouldn't last. Great. What a way to wake up. Needless to say, I spent most of my day crying. Even thinking about this is making my eyes water. I've made a decision though: Bear will be going in this week. Papa will be taking care of the details because I know I cannot. But I cannot allow her to continue suffering. Thankfully I am talking to Free while I'm typing so it's really helping me. I went to Blockbuster and picked up a few movies - Aeon Flux, Superman Returns & Man of the Year. Also went to Wal-hell. Ick.
So... I'm going to go curl up in bed and continue talking to Free. My stomach is churning but that's to be expected, though Free is really helping me feel better by taking my mind off of the Bear issue. Goodnight kids!
Anathema
Just peeking in to say hi. Wow, there is a lot going on!
Got up at five thirty. Go dressed, got things ready. Flat-ironed hair (yay!) and got out the door. Almost killed my father when he pulled a stupid traffic stunt.
Molly is a work. She has yet to talk to a dietician so she has no clue how to handle the fact that her blood sugar levels now need to be yielded to. She went from a fifty eight to a four hundred in a matter of two hours. Not good. Maybe this will calm her down. I can only hope.
My shoes... well... the shoe goo did not work so my soles are not attached. I tried some other stuff at work but to no avail. Crud. I will look and see if I can get any ideas from the net on what to do. Otherwise I'll have to wait to get the soles on properly.
I like my horoscope today but I like Free's even better. Go read them here: http://www.beliefnet.com/dailyhoroscope/223907.htm
What else? Nothing really. All else is going well. I'm nervous about tonight. Very. So... I'm going to go get some lunch, get some tickets and get back to work. Eeeek! Bye kids!
Anathema
By the by... Quin, sorry I laughed at your post. It was mean... but... it was funny! *snerk* And Free, darling, I will try to call you tonight for just a moment. I love you!
I think I shall take the advice of my horoscope today. It said that I should express my joy and more specifically "figure out a way to bring the missing pleasure back into your life." I need to do that. I've been focusing too much on the matters that have been frustrating me and not nearly enough attention to the things that make me happy. And considering I spend more time smiling than not, it stands as proof that I am pretty happy. I need to express that better than I have been. I'm sorry my darling Free, that you haven't seen me as happy as I have been. I'm sorry Quin (yeah, keep laughing you smartass) that I've not been on very often, especially after saying I wasn't going to do that. I'm sorry to all my friends at MT that I've been a little snippy as of late.
Now! What good things have been happening? I'll go from one end of my life to another.
Work. It turns out that Molly is in the hospital. Her mother has called for the past two days to let the managers know that she'd be gone. She has explained that Molly's blood sugar levels are dangerously high and they cannot get them to fall. So, I will eat crow and admit that I was wrong in stating that she probably wasn't diabetic. However... I hope that, if she gets through it, this will get her to start paying attention to what she eats and gets her to cut back on all the sugar she eats. It's got to be a pretty scary thing to be going through. I may not like her but I hope she will be all right soon.
Everything else is going well at work. I've got couple guys that have started to come in a flirt with me so I admit it's rather nice. One is a taller scruffy looking guy that's probably in his mid to late twenties. He's been doing lots of house work and it shows in his pain doused clothing. The second is a guy who reminds me, in appearance, of Quin. He comes and talks to me when he comes in. I'm not really thinking of anything past these mild flirtations but it's fun.
Theater. Opening night for the one acts is tomorrow. I'm very nervous but hopeful that all will go well. My character shoes came in today and this evening my father helped me out by gluing the soft soles onto the bottoms. I know that sounds strange but they're optional on character shoes because one can also gets taps and have tap shoes as well. They should be all set by tomorrow. I've got a flesh-tone bra so that is no longer a problem. I also picked up a black blouse of the style I has originally chosen I think it will do much better under the lights. The sandbags are done for now. I need to sew them shut but the ties will hold for now. I need a night free of theater stuffs.
And now for the good part or at least the best part. My Free. I wish I could explain to everyone how happy I've been, how happy I am. Sure, there was a rough patch but I really needed to get my head on straight about a few things and talk a few things through. It's truly made our relationship much stronger. We talk when we can and that makes me happy. I know he's trying his hardest to show me that he loves me and I know he does. He's given me a reason to hope. To hope that I do stand a chance of someday, having everything I want; that I know I'm not crazy for wanting the life I want. I think of him and my heart sings. This is my joy. To love some one for who they are and to be loved for who I am. It doesn't get any better.
Okay, my eyes are watering up. I'm going to go get things set for tomorrow. It's going to be a long day. I leave home at six fifteen. I'll be at work from nine to six. From there I will be at the theater. Show starts at eight fifteen. The first show is an hour or so. Then it will be Starry Night. Goodnight all!
Anathema
Hey kids! Hope no one missed me too much. Yeah, I know. I can hear the crickets chirping. Nothing much has been going on. Just surreal thoughts of my life, theater stuff, work and... wow. That's sad. I really don't have a life.
Work. Work is going well all in all. Lee is supposed to be leaving tomorrow or Thursday. Molly has left a horrid impression upon him. Olivia is back and is working the floor. She seems to be in a much better frame of mind than she had been but it's early yet. Oh... and the local male high school customers seem to think it's okay to flirt with me. Mrph. Little pains.
Theater. Kris is better. Yay! So I will only be the acting assistant. The downside is that while everyone comes to me for information and everyone knows I am her assistant... there will be no note of that made in the information that the audience gets to see. Oh well. I will be working on sandbags tomorrow for the set. Yay? Our first performance is this Friday. And I just realized that we have a matinee at two on Saturday. Oops, I'll need to get out of work at one. Earlier perhaps. I'll talk to TJ and see what he thinks.
I will be leaving next Thursday (the fifteenth) with Manny to go to Farmington for ACCTFest. Otherwise it'd be a morning drive the next day and neither of us are morning people. Manny's a sweetheart so I don't mind going up with him. I will be bringing the laptop so I will still be in touch with everyone. Oh, there I go showing my geekiness again.
What else? Talking to Free almost every day, even if it's brief, it's rather nice. Though for some reason the days have been moving slower, which makes the periods between hearing his voice stretch out for ages. I've never felt that before and I don't know what to make of it. Speaking of which, tonight is our usual 'date' night but he's working until at least midnight his time. Sooo, I'm going to go nap for a few minutes. Oh yes, and you read that right. He got a job. At an adult shop. Hehe, how amusing.
Before I go, I want to share a link. I'm sure I've mentioned my father dancing before so here are the photos from Saturday's New Comers Show. He's in the first batch of these solo photos. He's the handsome guy in the tux with tails and red vest. I'm so proud of him. The woman he's dancing with is his former instructor, Calie. Her husband is a professional photographer, thus all the photos of her.
G'night all!
Anathema
Well, things are going as well as can be expected with the desktop. I've installed all of the basics and all of the things I have disks for aside from Photoshop. I can do that later. The external drive and burner are both set and linked, the network is up and running and so all should be back to normal soon. The next step will be to see if I can get something to block access to the sites he was getting the bugs from. Oh! I nearly forgot; I got a new wireless router and a card for the laptop so there shouldn't be any more tie-ups around here about people wanting to get online. That and I will be taking the laptop with me to ACCTFest in a couple weeks so I wanted to make sure I had access one way or another.
Hm, what else? Work was work. I finally cleaned all my jewlery so my pentacle and the rest of my silver are nice and shiny once more. I need to work on my notes for Starry Night as it looks like I may become the default stage manager. Kris, the real stage manager, is very ill so I need to be prepared. Hell Sunday is this week. Eek!
I must admit, I've been worried about Free. His dad died in the hospital a few days ago, on my poor love's birthday actually. I know he didn't have a relationship with him but maybe that's why I'm concerned for him. But then again, I'm always worried about him over one thing or another so I guess this isn't really anything new. Other than worrying for him, nothing has changed recently really. A letter he wrote the other day really got my attention so I've been modifying much of my own behavior and my communication. I think it will help matters in the long run and that's very important to me.
And... that's it. I'm trying to work on this diet of mine and I think I'm doing okay. The next person to offer me sweets, however, may die. I need to hop in the shower so I will be ready for the early morning, so goodnight kids! Be good while I'm away.
Anathema
[Radio Edit]: It works! Mwahahaha! I can now roam through the house and be uber comfortable. The only down side is that I cannot fix this system's sound problem. I need to talk my father into taking it back to work and getting it foxed by their techie as he had admin controls on this.
I almost feel bad for posting such angst but I admit that I really wasn't feeling very well in the slightest. My mood swings have gotten my attention so I'm really paying better heed to that. I really should not allow one bad day to knock me down so far.
Speaking of paying attention, something else has come under my radar. My weight and general physical health. I eat healthy but it's just not enough. I picked up a scale on Thursday, which was probably not a good thing to do when I was all ready feeling bad. The number? Oh, I could cry. 170. No one believes it and even I didn't at first but I tried a few things I knew the weight of. It was right. It's not muscle; I can see the fat. I am not comfortable with this. So. Tonight I picked up the following: new swimsuit, workout pants, a three pound dumbbell pairing, a jump rope, workout DVD, a pack of slim-fast snack bars and shakes for work. This cannot continue. I am thirty pounds over where I really should be to be healthy. It's depressing.
On the bright side... if it can be called that. This evening, while I was at work, I saw the man who had raped me all those years ago. I thought he'd been killed in a motorcycle wreck. That's what I had been told. Though as sure as I'm sitting here, it was him. I did very well. I did not panic like I had the last time I saw him four years ago - though breaking into hysterics and having to pull over and sit in a parking lot for an hour isn't exactly panicking. I called Allen over, had him watch my register and went upstairs to wash my hands. By the time I was back, he was gone. Then I just continued with my evening.
I cannot help but wonder why it seems that every ghost, every demon and such from my past has come back. And in such a small space of time. It seems that each one I run into gets worse. It's as if I'm being tested. As if life is just making sure that I really am okay and can handle my past and thus move on to my future. Outside of my evening panic over seeing Andrew, I think I have done well.
Oh, enough of this!
Yesterday Free got the birthday package I had sent him. I'm so glad he liked what I had sent. I was rather nervous about it, truth be told. I didn't want him to think I was overdoing it but I knew I had to send it when I saw it, it was just such a handy little thing. I didn't get a chance to stop by Borders to pick up what I really wanted to get him so I may just pick it up next time and send it anyway. I can't help it, I just like to do things like that.
Oh what else? I am expecting a phone call from Free as he and his primary drive to Rocky Horror. It'll be nice to hear from him and see how his day went. I've got rehearsals tomorrow. That reminds me that I really need to find some character shoes as all my shoes are really not good to wear on stage and make too much noise. I will do that when I am done posting this. I will also be starting up my exercise regiment tomorrow. It'll hurt at first but it will be worth it. I also need to make a Grammar Goddess post over at MT, my forum haunt. I am spreading my geek-dom. Yay!
Anyway, goodnight kids!
Anathema
Well kids, I have fifteen minutes to write this out unless I manage to cheat and sign up for the following session. I won't hold my breath. I'm Los Alamos for Starry Night rehearsals tonight. I'm looking forward to it, the pulled muscle from Sunday night was a wake up call that I need to get back into shape. I'm not overweight - if only by five or ten pounds, oh well - just out of shape. I wouldn't mind joining Curves but I don't like what's being done with the money made by the company. I may look into getting some work out equipment for home, free weights if nothing else. Or something to help me actually get a tummy I like, such as a flat one. Yes, Free, I can hear you from here. I promise.
What else? I stayed up last night and talked until insane hours with Free. I got nothing done this morning as I slept through it but that's okay, it was worth it. Staying up with him is always worth it. My mind has been swirling around some of the things we spoke about last week and I feel as though I can do nothing but smile. I feel as though I won't have to give up on some things that I had, at one time, wanted. I feel as though I may have been given a chance to have what I want and I'm happy for that because I always felt that following my heart would be worth it in the end. It's going to be. It's all theoretical and that's what makes me even happier. I tend to freak out when people start planning things as "musts" that far ahead. Life just doesn't work like that. Things like that have lead to only heartache and I don't ever want to see him sad again. I never want to hear him cry ever again, it's the most heart breaking thing I have ever heard. I want to treasure him as much as I know how and for as long as he will allow me to. He always calls me his "Sweet One" but I always feel as though I could never be sweet enough, compassionate enough, there enough. I love him and I love him for all that he is, all that he has been all that he can be and all that he ever will be. Every day I wake up more amazed. I love you my sweet darling Free.
What else? Because I'm trying not to get emotional here at the library. I have seven minutes left. After that I am going to go to Starbucks or maybe go find some dinner. I may walk by the Japanese place here in town and see what time they start serving dinner. Sushi sounds kinda tasty right now. So does tempura. Mmmm. And there I was, a moment ago, talking about getting into shape. Well, I do eat right, really. I eat balanced meals, I swear. And if they're not open in enough time I'll have to rethink my ideas. I've got a notebook, news paper, MP3 player and The Plauge so that should be enough to keep me entertained. I hope. From there, rehearsal is at seven. I will be busy back stage, making sure of how things are going to be set out and what all I will be doing. It sounds like I will be doing a lot of light work too so that's pretty damn nifty. Yay for geekiness that knows no bounds! Mwahahahaha!
Gaaaah! My stalker. Okay, so he's not really my stalker but the man freaks me out. He's been following me for about six years now. When I was dating Rowan, he sent me a rose for Valentine's Day. He's... got some developmental issues. (Yay for tact!)
Okay, my time is about to run out. Goodnight kids! If anything comes up, I will write when I get home.
Anathema.
Okay so my last entry that said much of anything was on the fourteenth. What have I missed?
Wednesday. Got snagged at lunch time. Went and modeled for a friend who is taking art classes. It was an interesting experience. She wants me to come back next Wednesday morning so I think I shall bring a book with me. Had the previously mentioned issue with Harold & Finley. Rehearsal was canceled due to near-whiteout conditions in Los Alamos. As much as I was looking forward to it, I was glad to be able to go home.
Thursday. Work is work and not much changes. Due to the weather, our delivery truck was late but no one really cared. It was probably one of the slowest days we've ever had. Molly left early, claiming she had made a dentists appointment that morning. No one was shocked when she did not come back. Had a long night of talking to Free about some more serious hypothetical ideas that still have my mind reeling. I don't know if I shall write of any of what we spoke about. That's something I'd rather just keep off my journal for now.
Friday. Work. Again. Isn't my life just so very thrilling? Tax papers finished their tour through who knows how many hands and I was given my return. It's wonderful! Spent the last hour of work wondering about some of the signs in the store and wondering about how grammatically incorrect they were. Why yes, I am a geek. I went to Santa Fe to meet Daemon for dinner and had a lovely time. We spoke and walked around the plaza for a while after having a nice dinner. Spoke to Free before and after and I admit to some concern about him still. I want to hold him and tell him that everything is okay but for the moment I must settle for words even when I know that words are just not enough.
Saturday. Busy day at work for the first time all week. Covered two TTY sales that I will be finishing Monday and that will most likely be above thirteen hundred each. Almost threw something at Molly when she loudly declared that we were all wrong and that it is TTDY. I could barely hear the operator as it was. Oh and Molly, you were wrong. Now shush. Snagged a copy of George Orwell's 1984 as well as Albert Camus' The Plauge. Oh! And a copy of the American Slang Dictionary as well. Grabbed coffee for lunch after I saw how late it was getting. Talked to the ladies at the cooking shop about maybe getting an espresso machine. All they had were automatics and I loathe the things. You get very bitter shots that way. Have almost finished Grammer Snobs (remainder of the title is in another entry) and I've been laughing the whole time. Went home, spoke to Daemon online for a while and then went to bed, feeling utterly worn.
Today. Woke. Ate biscuits and gravy. Now I am sitting here with a very satisfied Squall upon my lap. I should be getting ready to go. I have rehearsal for U.F.F.D.U.H. one thirty. Then we will come back here, get our leathers on and go to Santa Fe for Papa's dance class. I need to stop at Target and look for something I can use as a costume for Starry Night. I have things that would work but the stage is almost completely black and so that will just not do. I need to find something in purple perhaps. I will see what I can find. And then we will venture back to Los Alamos for Starry Night rehearsals at seven.
That's about it. There's a lot of more artistic(?) thoughts moving through my head but I need to work through them first before I am willing to share. Though in a way, I don't think I will ever share these thoughts. I am an optimist but I'm scaring myself with these. I need to take a breath and slow down. Even if I do want to run.
Anathema
