Friday Cat Blogging
Christmas Kitty!
Friday, December 8, 2006
TGIF
Well, Children it’s almost the weekend again. I didn’t give Digger a bath, but it is totally on my To-Do list for the weekend, along with getting the tree up and lit and putting the finishing touches on my outdoor lighting. I went to Wallyworld and ended up with another set of lights for outside. It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. They were cheap and they were there and I was helpless in the face of New Lights. I can’t help myself, it’s a sickness.
My new lights and I are going to have a busy weekend. I have all the chores I was planning to do over the last five days to get done over the two day weekend. It would be much easier to be useful during the week if it would stay lighter longer! It’s dark by 5:30 and darkness does not make me want to work, darkness makes we want to put my jammies on and curl up in front of the TV – If it was getting dark at a more responsible hour I wouldn’t be jammie bound at 6pm. It’s not right.
Over the summer with its more reasonable darkness/lightness schedule I get a lot more done! There are many times that Dogger gets both a walk and time at the park, poor Dogger just barely gets any time at the park, lets not even talk about the no walks she has gotten lately. Poor sad Dogger.
The park is kind of sad right now it self. They turned off the water to the bathrooms and now there is no way to get water for the dogs. We have to bring it in ourselves. I don’t love this. Water is heavy and not easy to transport and I feel like I should because Dogger drinks like a fish while she’s there. On my ever lengthening weekend To-Do list is to fill some jugs to take up there...
It may be a moot point to take water to the park, it’s going to get really cold over the weekend and there may be no dogs at the park to drink the water and what water is there is going to freeze. Perhaps I will take off the water on my list.
What else.
I will absolutely get my tree downstairs and put together. I know I said I was going to get the lights on it but we’ll see how motivated I am. I’m pretty sure that the lights will go on it because a n unlit tree is a dark tree and I’m not a big fan of dark trees and I think that the looming mass of a the dark tree will cause me to get the job done. Also, the lit trees are a major part of my outdoor decorating scheme and I want my house to be the prettiest one on the street.
It’s going to be hard. This year there are several houses with lights up outside , they are using white lights, which still gets credit for being lights but not quite as celebratory as colored lights. On the upside, there are blinking lights, so yay for my street... I would like to think my yearly holiday extravaganza was a setting a good example for the rest of the neighborhood. By next year I’m hoping they will have all graduated to colored lights and air blown Santas or flocks of 48" penguins.
Well, Children it’s almost the weekend again. I didn’t give Digger a bath, but it is totally on my To-Do list for the weekend, along with getting the tree up and lit and putting the finishing touches on my outdoor lighting. I went to Wallyworld and ended up with another set of lights for outside. It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. They were cheap and they were there and I was helpless in the face of New Lights. I can’t help myself, it’s a sickness.
My new lights and I are going to have a busy weekend. I have all the chores I was planning to do over the last five days to get done over the two day weekend. It would be much easier to be useful during the week if it would stay lighter longer! It’s dark by 5:30 and darkness does not make me want to work, darkness makes we want to put my jammies on and curl up in front of the TV – If it was getting dark at a more responsible hour I wouldn’t be jammie bound at 6pm. It’s not right.
Over the summer with its more reasonable darkness/lightness schedule I get a lot more done! There are many times that Dogger gets both a walk and time at the park, poor Dogger just barely gets any time at the park, lets not even talk about the no walks she has gotten lately. Poor sad Dogger.
The park is kind of sad right now it self. They turned off the water to the bathrooms and now there is no way to get water for the dogs. We have to bring it in ourselves. I don’t love this. Water is heavy and not easy to transport and I feel like I should because Dogger drinks like a fish while she’s there. On my ever lengthening weekend To-Do list is to fill some jugs to take up there...
It may be a moot point to take water to the park, it’s going to get really cold over the weekend and there may be no dogs at the park to drink the water and what water is there is going to freeze. Perhaps I will take off the water on my list.
What else.
I will absolutely get my tree downstairs and put together. I know I said I was going to get the lights on it but we’ll see how motivated I am. I’m pretty sure that the lights will go on it because a n unlit tree is a dark tree and I’m not a big fan of dark trees and I think that the looming mass of a the dark tree will cause me to get the job done. Also, the lit trees are a major part of my outdoor decorating scheme and I want my house to be the prettiest one on the street.
It’s going to be hard. This year there are several houses with lights up outside , they are using white lights, which still gets credit for being lights but not quite as celebratory as colored lights. On the upside, there are blinking lights, so yay for my street... I would like to think my yearly holiday extravaganza was a setting a good example for the rest of the neighborhood. By next year I’m hoping they will have all graduated to colored lights and air blown Santas or flocks of 48" penguins.
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Decorating
I got a new Christmas mug today! Yay!
I had two I now have three, there is till time remaining before the holiday and there are a lot of dollar mugs out there! I want five Christmas mugs so I can spend the week before Christmas drinking my morning tea out of Christmas mugs.
I own my geekness.
With the holiday approaching, I am thinking I’m going to pull my tree out of the attic soon. I'm going to hope for sooner rather than later but it kind of depends – with the new job I’m more tired when I come home every day and I’m less wanting to drag a tree box down the stairs and then set up said tree.
There is a staff meeting today and if it lasts too long it’ll get dark and Dogger won’t get to go to the park and if that happens, I might have the free time to do things like dragging the tree box down the stairs. In theory I should be able to do that even if Dogger spent three hours at the park because all getting the tree box down entails is walking it out of the attic and dragging it down the stairs. It’s not rocket science or heavy lifting or a big investment of time.
But if I do bring it down I will also have to bring everything down and I’m not sure I am ready for everything. Its one thing to shop for Christmas it is another thing all together to decorate for Christmas and I love to decorate. I just don’t love to start decorating. It’s also still to warm, or it was too warm, it is now at least at night suitably cool enough for such things but I just haven’t felt like starting. I do think I need to get more lights up outside and so that is a concern and once I start really looking for the lights, I’m going to run across other things and the next thing you know… It just seems like an awful lot of work when I’m thinking about it, its fun once I start but before I start I don’t want to think about it.
What else?
What I should really do this evening is bath Dogger. Its s toss up, the muss and bother of Dogger bathing or two hours of Bones. I really like Bones, which I could watch with Dogger and get in some nice quality time with her, and I really so do not like the whole process of Dogger bathing, time which falls into “quantity time” verses “quality time”.
She smells though and I like that even less. If I was smart I would just bath her as I walk in the door after the meeting. I would strip her bedding, throw her outside to do her thing and get the tub ready for her. That would be the smart thing. Just do it and get it over with, like ripping a band aid off. Do it, get it over with and move on. (edited to add - Whoops. You know? they invented "pre-moistened dog bathing cloths" for nothing you know...)
But. Bathing Dogger also means doing the attendant laundry of her towels and bedding and vacuuming her room and just doing all this work. This time of year Dagger also needs to be blow dried in addition to being toweled off and I always have to remember to brush her teeth too.
Thank gawd she’s not a long haired dog, it would be even worse, she doesn’t even have that much fur but what there is of it, needs TLC in the winter time, poor little furry dry skinned baby.
I got a new Christmas mug today! Yay!
I had two I now have three, there is till time remaining before the holiday and there are a lot of dollar mugs out there! I want five Christmas mugs so I can spend the week before Christmas drinking my morning tea out of Christmas mugs.
I own my geekness.
With the holiday approaching, I am thinking I’m going to pull my tree out of the attic soon. I'm going to hope for sooner rather than later but it kind of depends – with the new job I’m more tired when I come home every day and I’m less wanting to drag a tree box down the stairs and then set up said tree.
There is a staff meeting today and if it lasts too long it’ll get dark and Dogger won’t get to go to the park and if that happens, I might have the free time to do things like dragging the tree box down the stairs. In theory I should be able to do that even if Dogger spent three hours at the park because all getting the tree box down entails is walking it out of the attic and dragging it down the stairs. It’s not rocket science or heavy lifting or a big investment of time.
But if I do bring it down I will also have to bring everything down and I’m not sure I am ready for everything. Its one thing to shop for Christmas it is another thing all together to decorate for Christmas and I love to decorate. I just don’t love to start decorating. It’s also still to warm, or it was too warm, it is now at least at night suitably cool enough for such things but I just haven’t felt like starting. I do think I need to get more lights up outside and so that is a concern and once I start really looking for the lights, I’m going to run across other things and the next thing you know… It just seems like an awful lot of work when I’m thinking about it, its fun once I start but before I start I don’t want to think about it.
What else?
What I should really do this evening is bath Dogger. Its s toss up, the muss and bother of Dogger bathing or two hours of Bones. I really like Bones, which I could watch with Dogger and get in some nice quality time with her, and I really so do not like the whole process of Dogger bathing, time which falls into “quantity time” verses “quality time”.
She smells though and I like that even less. If I was smart I would just bath her as I walk in the door after the meeting. I would strip her bedding, throw her outside to do her thing and get the tub ready for her. That would be the smart thing. Just do it and get it over with, like ripping a band aid off. Do it, get it over with and move on. (edited to add - Whoops. You know? they invented "pre-moistened dog bathing cloths" for nothing you know...)
But. Bathing Dogger also means doing the attendant laundry of her towels and bedding and vacuuming her room and just doing all this work. This time of year Dagger also needs to be blow dried in addition to being toweled off and I always have to remember to brush her teeth too.
Thank gawd she’s not a long haired dog, it would be even worse, she doesn’t even have that much fur but what there is of it, needs TLC in the winter time, poor little furry dry skinned baby.
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Grass green, Sky blue
President Bush's policy in Iraq "is not working," the Iraq Study
Group said in releasing its long-awaited report.
from CNN.com
To quote Alert Reader Tony, "Duh".
President Bush's policy in Iraq "is not working," the Iraq Study
Group said in releasing its long-awaited report.
from CNN.com
To quote Alert Reader Tony, "Duh".
Up, Up and Away
This weekend before I put the lights up it occurred to me that the lights were going to have to go up. As in not down or above the ground. I thought about dragging out one of the dining room chairs but they really aren’t tall enough and standing on your tip toes on a kitchen chair trying to put Christmas lights up can lead to starring in your neighbors submission to America’s Funniest Home Videos, I mean, I’ve gone through the kitchen chair phase and frankly, I’ve grown out of it.
I’d now like to think of myself in my ladder phase. It would be a lot easier to be in my ladder phase if I actually had a ladder.
I’ve had access to a ladder but that isn’t the same as having your own ladder. When you have to borrow a ladder it cuts way down on your opportunities for ladder spontaneity. You can’t just say Hmmm. You know what? I think I want to change the bulb in the hallway. Having to arrange for a ladder makes a little thing like changing a bulb into a major project. First you have to call ahead and schedule time with the ladder, then you have to go and fetch the ladder then you actually do the task and then doing the whole thing in reveres. For a four minute job! Just to make the whole thing worth it you have to find more things to do above the ground. You find yourself dusting the tops of the doors - have you ever spent any time studying the tops of your door ways? It’s not a pretty place, you wouldn’t go out of your way to add it to the house tour Oh, and on the way to the office, check out the top of the doorway to the bathroom! Isn’t it awesome! I designed myself!. You just don’t do that besides, if you find yourself having to justify the ladders’ presents in your home you may find your self dealing with errant spider webs and other tasks best left undone.
There are things in your home you can’t see with out assistance. It’s best left that way.
So.
I decided I didn’t want to go borrow a ladder. I was going to have to buy my own ladder. Sadly, this is not the kind of thing you go find on Ebay. You kind of have to go to the store yourself when you are in the ladder market. I did what I knew.
I called Broskey and Alphagal and asked them how much ladders cost. They gave me some figures, I asked some questions and I lit out for the closest big box home improvement store and tried to find the ladder isle.
Did you know they don’t sell wooden ladders anymore? I was shocked. I thought I would walk in there, grab the cutest ladder in the window and head home I was kind of hoping for a “Hello Kitty” model... I had to go find a clerk and then I had to compare and contrast. Ladders . 4' v. 6' , laddery looking ladders v. ladders that look like stairs v. ladders with handy places to put you big gulp and sandwich. There are a lot of options. It was very confusing. I just came in there for a generic ladder and found myself needing assistance and even more shocking, finding it. The clerk and I stood there in the middle of the ladder isle discussing the pros's and con’s of individual options. The prices were all about the same, so it wasn’t a matter of settling. It was a matter of deeply, deeply over thinking the problem! And for once it wasn’t on my part. I don’t know enough about ladders to over think them - The clerk on the other hand needed medication and perhaps some short term inpatient care.
This weekend before I put the lights up it occurred to me that the lights were going to have to go up. As in not down or above the ground. I thought about dragging out one of the dining room chairs but they really aren’t tall enough and standing on your tip toes on a kitchen chair trying to put Christmas lights up can lead to starring in your neighbors submission to America’s Funniest Home Videos, I mean, I’ve gone through the kitchen chair phase and frankly, I’ve grown out of it.
I’d now like to think of myself in my ladder phase. It would be a lot easier to be in my ladder phase if I actually had a ladder.
I’ve had access to a ladder but that isn’t the same as having your own ladder. When you have to borrow a ladder it cuts way down on your opportunities for ladder spontaneity. You can’t just say Hmmm. You know what? I think I want to change the bulb in the hallway. Having to arrange for a ladder makes a little thing like changing a bulb into a major project. First you have to call ahead and schedule time with the ladder, then you have to go and fetch the ladder then you actually do the task and then doing the whole thing in reveres. For a four minute job! Just to make the whole thing worth it you have to find more things to do above the ground. You find yourself dusting the tops of the doors - have you ever spent any time studying the tops of your door ways? It’s not a pretty place, you wouldn’t go out of your way to add it to the house tour Oh, and on the way to the office, check out the top of the doorway to the bathroom! Isn’t it awesome! I designed myself!. You just don’t do that besides, if you find yourself having to justify the ladders’ presents in your home you may find your self dealing with errant spider webs and other tasks best left undone.
There are things in your home you can’t see with out assistance. It’s best left that way.
So.
I decided I didn’t want to go borrow a ladder. I was going to have to buy my own ladder. Sadly, this is not the kind of thing you go find on Ebay. You kind of have to go to the store yourself when you are in the ladder market. I did what I knew.
I called Broskey and Alphagal and asked them how much ladders cost. They gave me some figures, I asked some questions and I lit out for the closest big box home improvement store and tried to find the ladder isle.
Did you know they don’t sell wooden ladders anymore? I was shocked. I thought I would walk in there, grab the cutest ladder in the window and head home I was kind of hoping for a “Hello Kitty” model... I had to go find a clerk and then I had to compare and contrast. Ladders . 4' v. 6' , laddery looking ladders v. ladders that look like stairs v. ladders with handy places to put you big gulp and sandwich. There are a lot of options. It was very confusing. I just came in there for a generic ladder and found myself needing assistance and even more shocking, finding it. The clerk and I stood there in the middle of the ladder isle discussing the pros's and con’s of individual options. The prices were all about the same, so it wasn’t a matter of settling. It was a matter of deeply, deeply over thinking the problem! And for once it wasn’t on my part. I don’t know enough about ladders to over think them - The clerk on the other hand needed medication and perhaps some short term inpatient care.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
All the leaves…
My plan for this weekend was to do as little as possible. It was supposed to be cold and nasty all weekend as an incentive from above to stay inside and watch movies and maybe bake dog cookies and do the laundry and perhaps, maybe, get the Christmas decorations out. If I got around to it. I wasn’t going to put the lights up outside because it was supposed to be raining and miserable. There were no plans for world domination on my to-do list.
I did sleep in on Saturday. It was supposed to be raining and miserable, so sleeping in was not the waste of time it would have been were it supposed to be pretty. It's hard sleeping in on a sunny day, you have to put so much effort into it, it's almost like working
It was nicer than it was forcast to be but I still slept late - I am nothing if not a hard worker. Kitty wanted me up some what earlier but I have mastered the art of Kitty feeding while half asleep. I can get up to deal with him twice before I am too awake to stay asleep. The third time he gets put in his crate, just to get even with him I’ll stay in bed for a long time just to torment him. I’m mean but I learned from the master. He has no one to blame but himself.
I know the song goes “All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray”, but in my world the song goes more like “All the leaves are gone and the sky is grey”. My tree is empty and now, thanks to Broskeys leaf blower, my yard is clean. My yard, the shrubs, my driveway, the patio. It’s all quite pretty now and leaf free. If I could aim the blower at it, it is clean. I love the blower, Santa could bring me one for Christmas, that would be nice.
The lesson I learned from leaf blowing is that it is really more like Leaf herding. You can direct them but you can only suggest the leaves go in a certain direction but you can’t really make the leafs go where you want it to. I blew the leaves to the curb but a lot of them stopped along the way to kibitz. The blower doesn’t totally do away with raking all together, but it allows you to rake less and more efficiently. I like that.
While I was allegedly doing nothing over the weekend, after the raking and leaf blowing,I put part one of my Christmas lights up – I say part one because it still looks a little bare to me and I’m sure I had more out last year. I was just too lazy to really crack open as many boxes as I needed to. The other lights are there some where; I just wasn’t feeling like working to get them. It was part of my “as little as possible” plan. I did put up my penguin. He looks great. I think my penguin is a male. He didn’t come with a name and in real life the only way to sex a penguin is through surgery. So. I am going to be sexist and go with male as a default.
I’m going to have to not forget about penguin while he’s out there. I don’t think that the wind is going to be friendly to him. I zapped him a few times on accident while I was leaf blowing and he seemed to stand up to that pretty well, but it was really short, hard gusts of wind – I don’t think it was a good way to guess how he would really do under normal high wind circumstances. I need to be mindful of him. I wonder if my new boss would be understanding if I told her I needed to go home to tend to my penguin?
My plan for this weekend was to do as little as possible. It was supposed to be cold and nasty all weekend as an incentive from above to stay inside and watch movies and maybe bake dog cookies and do the laundry and perhaps, maybe, get the Christmas decorations out. If I got around to it. I wasn’t going to put the lights up outside because it was supposed to be raining and miserable. There were no plans for world domination on my to-do list.
I did sleep in on Saturday. It was supposed to be raining and miserable, so sleeping in was not the waste of time it would have been were it supposed to be pretty. It's hard sleeping in on a sunny day, you have to put so much effort into it, it's almost like working
It was nicer than it was forcast to be but I still slept late - I am nothing if not a hard worker. Kitty wanted me up some what earlier but I have mastered the art of Kitty feeding while half asleep. I can get up to deal with him twice before I am too awake to stay asleep. The third time he gets put in his crate, just to get even with him I’ll stay in bed for a long time just to torment him. I’m mean but I learned from the master. He has no one to blame but himself.
I know the song goes “All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray”, but in my world the song goes more like “All the leaves are gone and the sky is grey”. My tree is empty and now, thanks to Broskeys leaf blower, my yard is clean. My yard, the shrubs, my driveway, the patio. It’s all quite pretty now and leaf free. If I could aim the blower at it, it is clean. I love the blower, Santa could bring me one for Christmas, that would be nice.
The lesson I learned from leaf blowing is that it is really more like Leaf herding. You can direct them but you can only suggest the leaves go in a certain direction but you can’t really make the leafs go where you want it to. I blew the leaves to the curb but a lot of them stopped along the way to kibitz. The blower doesn’t totally do away with raking all together, but it allows you to rake less and more efficiently. I like that.
While I was allegedly doing nothing over the weekend, after the raking and leaf blowing,I put part one of my Christmas lights up – I say part one because it still looks a little bare to me and I’m sure I had more out last year. I was just too lazy to really crack open as many boxes as I needed to. The other lights are there some where; I just wasn’t feeling like working to get them. It was part of my “as little as possible” plan. I did put up my penguin. He looks great. I think my penguin is a male. He didn’t come with a name and in real life the only way to sex a penguin is through surgery. So. I am going to be sexist and go with male as a default.
I’m going to have to not forget about penguin while he’s out there. I don’t think that the wind is going to be friendly to him. I zapped him a few times on accident while I was leaf blowing and he seemed to stand up to that pretty well, but it was really short, hard gusts of wind – I don’t think it was a good way to guess how he would really do under normal high wind circumstances. I need to be mindful of him. I wonder if my new boss would be understanding if I told her I needed to go home to tend to my penguin?
Monday, December 4, 2006
Hee!
Bush administration to be cartoon
Bush administration to be cartoon to be? , you mean it isn't now?
Bush administration to be cartoon
Bush administration to be cartoon to be? , you mean it isn't now?
Yesterday Pt. 2
Before I went into work I took Dogger for a walk. I didn’t need to be at the office until 8am, practically in the middle of the afternoon for me and so I had a lot of free time before I needed to leave for the day. I took Dogger out and she kept looking at me Do you know what time it is? Do you have any idea what time of day it is? This isn’t walky time, this is sleepy time. I want to go back to sleep. Why are you still here? Go to work!. It was kind of weird, it was 7am and I was walking my dog when I was usually sitting down at my desk. It felt kind of freeing.
The day before my first day on the new job, on the last day on the old job, I gathered up my things and took them down the hall. I spent some time taking all my pictures down and gathered up all my stuff and neatly boxed them up. The first day of the new job I took my things out of my boxes and put them back up. The old job required tape for this, the new job, thumb tacks. For five and a half years I had no use for thumb tacks. The only thumb tacks in my life were the ones on an unused cork board leaning on the wall outside my door. Suddenly, I am was about thumb tacks.
Having arranged all my stuff, I took my seat at my new desk. And I sat there and sat there. The phone rang a couple of times but when I answered it there wasn’t anyone there. The new job comes with a different phone from the old job. It has a lot more buttons. I learned to stay away from the phone. Eventually, 60 percent of my time is going to be spent on that phone, I hope someone tells me how to use it.
Still sitting there. I tried to log on to the computer but it wouldn’t let me log on under my name and then it told me that I needed to call IT if I wanted to go forward. So I sat there and felt my blood pressure creep up. My new supervisor finally came in and we got to training.
We sat down and she started to explain everything and pretty soon I was totally over loaded and I discovered that just because we worked with the same programs, we spoke to those programs in different ways. This is very scary for me. I knew we spoke different dialects but it seemed like we weren’t even speaking same language and there are all these things to learn and I spent several hours watching my supervisor do all these tasks and learning the tasks and the first time I tried to do something, I couldn’t do it. I hate the first day.
You know what would be great? If you could just walk into a new job and be able to do right off the bat. You know, just hit the ground running. That would be great.
The good thing was that due to all the training, the day flew by. The IT person changed out the computer on the new desk with my old computer and by 3:30 I was able to check my email. It was the first time I exhaled all day. I could delete my spam. I was at home.
Before I went into work I took Dogger for a walk. I didn’t need to be at the office until 8am, practically in the middle of the afternoon for me and so I had a lot of free time before I needed to leave for the day. I took Dogger out and she kept looking at me Do you know what time it is? Do you have any idea what time of day it is? This isn’t walky time, this is sleepy time. I want to go back to sleep. Why are you still here? Go to work!. It was kind of weird, it was 7am and I was walking my dog when I was usually sitting down at my desk. It felt kind of freeing.
The day before my first day on the new job, on the last day on the old job, I gathered up my things and took them down the hall. I spent some time taking all my pictures down and gathered up all my stuff and neatly boxed them up. The first day of the new job I took my things out of my boxes and put them back up. The old job required tape for this, the new job, thumb tacks. For five and a half years I had no use for thumb tacks. The only thumb tacks in my life were the ones on an unused cork board leaning on the wall outside my door. Suddenly, I am was about thumb tacks.
Having arranged all my stuff, I took my seat at my new desk. And I sat there and sat there. The phone rang a couple of times but when I answered it there wasn’t anyone there. The new job comes with a different phone from the old job. It has a lot more buttons. I learned to stay away from the phone. Eventually, 60 percent of my time is going to be spent on that phone, I hope someone tells me how to use it.
Still sitting there. I tried to log on to the computer but it wouldn’t let me log on under my name and then it told me that I needed to call IT if I wanted to go forward. So I sat there and felt my blood pressure creep up. My new supervisor finally came in and we got to training.
We sat down and she started to explain everything and pretty soon I was totally over loaded and I discovered that just because we worked with the same programs, we spoke to those programs in different ways. This is very scary for me. I knew we spoke different dialects but it seemed like we weren’t even speaking same language and there are all these things to learn and I spent several hours watching my supervisor do all these tasks and learning the tasks and the first time I tried to do something, I couldn’t do it. I hate the first day.
You know what would be great? If you could just walk into a new job and be able to do right off the bat. You know, just hit the ground running. That would be great.
The good thing was that due to all the training, the day flew by. The IT person changed out the computer on the new desk with my old computer and by 3:30 I was able to check my email. It was the first time I exhaled all day. I could delete my spam. I was at home.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Friday, December 1, 2006
Yesterday...
I’m sitting here thinking that this is the last day that it’s going to be business as usual. I hadn’t thought about that before, that today is my last day on autopilot and after today I won’t be able to just be. I’m going to have to learn new things again. I’m probably going to have to change my lunch schedule , which I will tell the powers that be, that I have no problem with that at all, but in real life, I have problems with that. I’ve eaten lunch at the same time for five and a half years. 11:30-12:30. Like clock work. I don’t know how they handle lunch “down there”, do they eat at the same time everyday or does it depend?
It’s also my last day of sitting in my office. It’s cold, it’s isolated, it’s kind of sad, but its mine! I have a whole room to myself and I have windows! True, the window are covered up by 5' cabinets and for the most part what I see out the little bit of windows that are not covered up is parking lot, still. Mine, my parking lot.
When I drive up to the building I can look at it and see my office. It’s not going to be mine anymore. I’m going from office to cubical, true, it is a large cube and it does have a very lovely window that looks out over our very lovely front yard… so it’s hardly slumming. I’ll survive. I’ve had to pack up all my stuff – it came to quite a lot of stuff, after all five and a half years later, you gather a lot of junk. I found oput what happened to all the free stuff I've picked up at all those health fairs and United Way thingys - it's been sitting in my desk drawer mating. Those free pencils are just like wire hangers, leve them in a dark place for a while. turn your back on them and they multiply. I also had to go through my list of "favorites" and cut and paste them and then mail them to myself - If I do end up loseing my computer, I don't want to loose Fark.com as well. The IT person told me she thought I would keep my computer, but that was a while ago. I really want to keep my computer.
I also wonder about my hours. I should have spoken to someone about this before now, but I get to work at roughly, 7am. I am of course not exactly working at that hour, but I am in the office. I did finally go ask my new supervisor and she said I didn’t need to be there until eight. 8am! I’m going to be able to do, probably going to have to do my morning surfing from home. On dial up! Waaaaaaah.
My Gawd, not arriving at work until 8am? That’s practically in the middle of the afternoon! It also means I’m going to have to stay past my usual 4:30 pm. I need to leave at 4:30 because Dogger needs to get some exercise before it gets dark. It gets dark at 5:30pm and with traffic I won't get home until twenty after five and then it's all ready dark! and it gets earlier every day. I wonder if I tell my new supervisor that I live in a “marginal” neighborhood and I have to leave no later than 4:30pm because, you know, I have to take my dog for a walk? Think she’ll understand?
Me – Yeah. I’m sorry. 8-5 doesn’t work for me. I need to work 7:30-4:30.
NB- Okay, why?
Me - Great! Because I have issues and I don’t handle change well at all. I’m fine as long as my routine is not messed with, Mess with though, and dayum, I really have issues. Did I tell you that in the interview?
NB- You said you thrive on change.
Me – I lied. Oh, and by the way? I need to leave for lunch no later than 11:30, ‘kay?
I’ll survive.
I could if I had to, walk Dogger in the ayum. I’ll have the time, and a morning walk might be good for both of us. I think the downtown traffic is an issue later in the morning though, at 6:45 when I’m out most mornings, I am the traffic. But, it is just Raleigh downtown traffic. I think I’ll survive.
The filing has been light today but I’ve still been running around like a crazy person – here a subpoena, there a request, everywhere someone wanting something now! after I'm gone who is going to do all that stuff?
I need to calm down.
I need to be happy. I need to breathe. I’ll survive and so will the office.
I’m sitting here thinking that this is the last day that it’s going to be business as usual. I hadn’t thought about that before, that today is my last day on autopilot and after today I won’t be able to just be. I’m going to have to learn new things again. I’m probably going to have to change my lunch schedule , which I will tell the powers that be, that I have no problem with that at all, but in real life, I have problems with that. I’ve eaten lunch at the same time for five and a half years. 11:30-12:30. Like clock work. I don’t know how they handle lunch “down there”, do they eat at the same time everyday or does it depend?
It’s also my last day of sitting in my office. It’s cold, it’s isolated, it’s kind of sad, but its mine! I have a whole room to myself and I have windows! True, the window are covered up by 5' cabinets and for the most part what I see out the little bit of windows that are not covered up is parking lot, still. Mine, my parking lot.
When I drive up to the building I can look at it and see my office. It’s not going to be mine anymore. I’m going from office to cubical, true, it is a large cube and it does have a very lovely window that looks out over our very lovely front yard… so it’s hardly slumming. I’ll survive. I’ve had to pack up all my stuff – it came to quite a lot of stuff, after all five and a half years later, you gather a lot of junk. I found oput what happened to all the free stuff I've picked up at all those health fairs and United Way thingys - it's been sitting in my desk drawer mating. Those free pencils are just like wire hangers, leve them in a dark place for a while. turn your back on them and they multiply. I also had to go through my list of "favorites" and cut and paste them and then mail them to myself - If I do end up loseing my computer, I don't want to loose Fark.com as well. The IT person told me she thought I would keep my computer, but that was a while ago. I really want to keep my computer.
I also wonder about my hours. I should have spoken to someone about this before now, but I get to work at roughly, 7am. I am of course not exactly working at that hour, but I am in the office. I did finally go ask my new supervisor and she said I didn’t need to be there until eight. 8am! I’m going to be able to do, probably going to have to do my morning surfing from home. On dial up! Waaaaaaah.
My Gawd, not arriving at work until 8am? That’s practically in the middle of the afternoon! It also means I’m going to have to stay past my usual 4:30 pm. I need to leave at 4:30 because Dogger needs to get some exercise before it gets dark. It gets dark at 5:30pm and with traffic I won't get home until twenty after five and then it's all ready dark! and it gets earlier every day. I wonder if I tell my new supervisor that I live in a “marginal” neighborhood and I have to leave no later than 4:30pm because, you know, I have to take my dog for a walk? Think she’ll understand?
Me – Yeah. I’m sorry. 8-5 doesn’t work for me. I need to work 7:30-4:30.
NB- Okay, why?
Me - Great! Because I have issues and I don’t handle change well at all. I’m fine as long as my routine is not messed with, Mess with though, and dayum, I really have issues. Did I tell you that in the interview?
NB- You said you thrive on change.
Me – I lied. Oh, and by the way? I need to leave for lunch no later than 11:30, ‘kay?
I’ll survive.
I could if I had to, walk Dogger in the ayum. I’ll have the time, and a morning walk might be good for both of us. I think the downtown traffic is an issue later in the morning though, at 6:45 when I’m out most mornings, I am the traffic. But, it is just Raleigh downtown traffic. I think I’ll survive.
The filing has been light today but I’ve still been running around like a crazy person – here a subpoena, there a request, everywhere someone wanting something now! after I'm gone who is going to do all that stuff?
I need to calm down.
I need to be happy. I need to breathe. I’ll survive and so will the office.
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