| Post, the Sixth, in which I can't remember a thing |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|09:57 am] |
Friday was a blur. I got more work done, thank everything with shiney fuzzy everything powers. Then there was tired, a debate about health care, more working, more tired, a drive with traffic, some dinner, story time, and then a complete passout because if you haven't noticed, this week has sucked monkey balls.
I wanted to do a Friday Chicken, a la Havi, but whilst thinking about it and what was hard and what was good, I... fell asleep.
So that's good, I think.
Things to post next week:
- more pictures (those are fun, aren't they?)
- a Wordless Wednesday
- a Friday Chicken
- some more about the spiritual things I have been doing, because like a chicken butt, I am not posting them. But I should. I should indeed.
- perhaps a long winded rant about work, but those can get tedious. Perhaps I will make it funny. That's the ticket!
All sorts of body parts are spasming right now, so I'm going to take a shower.
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| Post, the Fifth, in which I completely cop out |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|09:40 am] |
Thursday was full of bad day ness, some productivity, and then drinking too much and falling asleep before posting. Rock. And when I say drinking too much? Yeah, I mean two beers. Lightweight, table of one!
So here's my cop out post: a peeekture.
Inspired by the photos at PrettyGood. |
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| Post, the Fourth, in which I have something of a melt down |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
Work is hard lately. Like. Really hard.
The PiCT came home and asked how my day had been. I answered. And cried. It was not that great. I could go on and on about what is making mental about work, but perhaps vent out some of the shite, but... it serves no purpose other than a momentary relief.
No. I need an actual solution to the problems I am having, but I haven't figured it all out yet. I'm not ok with not having figured it all out, but I've got a couple things figured, so I may as well get them down. The things I've figured out about what I NEED in an employment opportunity:- Somewhere close to home. The hour+ commute is hurting me, physically. I physically don't work as well as I once did, and being in the car for that long, as well as stuck at a desk for 8+ hours a day is making me... hurt.
- A smaller company. I work for a massive company right now, with hoops upon hoops of firey hoops that need to be jumped through to get anything done. It's maddening, especially when the cliche that the bean counters are the rules of business become true. So I want smaller. I want a company that loves what it's doing, has found its niche, has market share and is being successful, and is telling every other company that wants to buy it? TO FUCK OFF. ... I want small and somewhere I can make a difference. I am currently just a cog in a large machine that wouldn't notice one bit if this cog was replaced with another cog.
- A company that likes its employees and doesn't actively work to screw them over. I know. That's a pipe dream pretty much everywhere, but... I need to feel like I matter, at least a little, where I work. Like I'm there because I can offer a worthwhile service that is recognized and compensated well.
- A company made of younger people who I can LEARN something from!
That's it so far. I have no idea if this company exists, but dammit. It would super swell if it did. It would feel super swell not to be completely burnt and hateful at the end of every day. It would.
Also, I made socks, and pictures, happen. Next week will be more of a wordless Wednesday type thing. Today just sucked and I needed something else to happen. Ok, sock time:
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| Post, the Third, in which there is some whinging about knitting |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:03 pm] |
I can't seem to knit anymore. And conversely, I can't seem to knit FAST enough. Perhaps the one has something to do with the other.
See I made some socks. After all the PFFTing and SOCKS?!WTFEVERing I've done about the things, I made some socks just to prove to myself that yes, indeed, I hate making them, and that yes, indeed, they can fuck off and die in a fire (the ever popular: FOADIF).
So I done made me some (Rav page here, for all those playing along at home; flicker pic below for the away players). They turned out well. I enjoyed working with the yarns (mmm pretty AND malabrigo AND stripey, what's not to love?), I liked the heel turning (oooh different! Weird! And then I can wear them!), toe up rocked my world as soon as I mastered the cast on, and in geneeral things were humming along. And then LO! There were socks:
I cast on another pair without even thinking. I had no idea what pattern I was going to do, but I knew how big the toe had to be (for my toe-ups, don'tcha know) and I cast on. I found the pattern after the fact.
Those are done now (no peektures, cuz I has a lazy - maybe tomorrow), and now? There are more socks on the needles. MORE SOCKS. Sweet jebus, who needs this many socks?!!
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I do, apparently.
But the thing is I am woefully behind on my Xmas knitting (OMG, cutest knitted treelings ever, and I need to make them!!), or even the giftmas part of Xmas, or that lace table cloth I was going to make for Thanksgiving dinner or Xmas dinner or or or!!
I've even stopped making toys. THAT'S RIGHT. TOYS have been put on hold. :::SHOCKED-AND-APPALLED-FACE:::
Socks. They very well may be my downfall. DAMN THEM!! I feel like Kirk in Wrath of Khan: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCKS
:::shakey-fist:::
Hopefully I can have an epic space battle while playing cat and mouse games with my socks, culminating in me sneaking up behind them and blowing them to shit while also making a new planet new socks.
Wait. That's what got my in this situation in the first place.
...shit.
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| Post, the Second, in which there are rambles |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|10:10 pm] |
I know. Rambles. Who knew? But it's true: I do.
So I done decided to try this NaBloPoMo thing. But I say NamBoPlamBo in my head. I'm not sure why - probably because it makes no sense and makes me laugh. Those are good things.
Today was Work Sucky Day the 12th, Earl of Suct-a-tudinal, Grand PooBah of Suckass Central. ... Which is quite enough of that, really. Perhaps by Friday it will calm down enough to just be Sucky the 2nd, Electric Boogaloo.
Run Fatboy Run has no right at all to make me cry. NONE. And yet there it is - Simon Pegg is adorable and I kinda need to snuggle him and his broken ass running.
I need to run again. |
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