Okay, this made me laugh!
i just need to get out for a little while…
6 minutes ago
Saturday, November 21, 2009
when i woke from my dream
Looking through old blog entries this morning, I found this:
101 About Me!
It's almost three years old.
It's funny to look back, to read and compare. So much has changed ... my job has changed, my location has changed, I don't have as much stuff, and I no longer live alone ... but so much is still the same. I'm still me, after all. But maybe it's time to write a new 101 MeMe.
I wonder how it would start.
I thought I slept in this morning. I laid in bed for what felt like hours in the dark. I thought about my weekend plans. I stretched from the warm side to the cold side of my bed and then back again. I curled into my pillows and thought about friends and family and Thanksgiving coming up. I could hear my roommates moving around upstairs. One of them came down and started the washing machine. I tried to figure out what time it was without getting up. I finally decided I'd slept until noon.
And then my alarm started ringing.
It was still early.
How weird is that?
101 About Me!
It's almost three years old.
It's funny to look back, to read and compare. So much has changed ... my job has changed, my location has changed, I don't have as much stuff, and I no longer live alone ... but so much is still the same. I'm still me, after all. But maybe it's time to write a new 101 MeMe.
I wonder how it would start.
I thought I slept in this morning. I laid in bed for what felt like hours in the dark. I thought about my weekend plans. I stretched from the warm side to the cold side of my bed and then back again. I curled into my pillows and thought about friends and family and Thanksgiving coming up. I could hear my roommates moving around upstairs. One of them came down and started the washing machine. I tried to figure out what time it was without getting up. I finally decided I'd slept until noon.
And then my alarm started ringing.
It was still early.
How weird is that?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
i do not fret or mourn
I got to work today, pulled out my iPod, plugged in my earbuds, and tried to start listening to my podcasts ... but, horror of horrors, my music library was empty!!
I could have screamed. I wanted to scream.
Maybe I should have screamed.
Aargh!
All my apps were there, but the music was gone ... the podcasts were gone ... the audiobooks were gone. I tried to work in silence, but the minutes dragged and I was a million times more distractible than usual. I texted and e-mailed until my phone died and then I started digging through my iPod apps until I found one with a sound file.
Guess what it was.
Guess what I listened to for almost four hours today.
Meditations of First Philosophy by Descartes.
It was a text synchronized audiobook application that I downloaded for a class over the summer.
So deep. So dry. So much better than nothing.
Ugh.
And, that, my friends, was pretty much the high point (or was it a low point? ... maybe I should say it was the only semi-remarkable point) of the day. I went to work. I listened to philosophy. I stopped at the school. I ate in my car. I went to the bar. I listened to the jukebox and joked with a bunch of boozers and then I came home.
I could have screamed. I wanted to scream.
Maybe I should have screamed.
Aargh!
All my apps were there, but the music was gone ... the podcasts were gone ... the audiobooks were gone. I tried to work in silence, but the minutes dragged and I was a million times more distractible than usual. I texted and e-mailed until my phone died and then I started digging through my iPod apps until I found one with a sound file.
Guess what it was.
Guess what I listened to for almost four hours today.
Meditations of First Philosophy by Descartes.
It was a text synchronized audiobook application that I downloaded for a class over the summer.
So deep. So dry. So much better than nothing.
Ugh.
And, that, my friends, was pretty much the high point (or was it a low point? ... maybe I should say it was the only semi-remarkable point) of the day. I went to work. I listened to philosophy. I stopped at the school. I ate in my car. I went to the bar. I listened to the jukebox and joked with a bunch of boozers and then I came home.
drama at the bar ... kind of ... not really
I was looking forward to quitting my job at the bar. It's a silly thing to look forward to ... because I like working there ... but it would be nice to stop working so much, to actually have two days off in a row on a regular basis again.
Alas, it's not to be.
Not yet, anyway!
They're cutting back hours at the restaurant. Winter is a slow season in Munds Park. A couple of weeks ago, I went to both the owner and the manager and offered to let them train someone else in the bar--so they could cut my hours instead of some of the servers' hours. I have another job, I reminded them, so I can survive and pay my bills without coming into the restaurant every week. Having my hours cut, I insisted, would hurt me a lot less than it would hurt some of the others.
The manager thought it was a great idea. She's been stressing over the weekly schedule.
The owner, on the other hand, all but patted me on the head and said "There, there, stupid Megan." I don't think she listened to my offer at all. When I finished my spiel, she told me not to worry. She said she would take care of me. I told her it wasn't me I was worried about and then she put her hands in the namaste position and, bobbing her head up and down, whispered, "thank you, thank you" until I turned and left in irritation. On her way out of the bar that evening, she stopped and told me again not to worry, that I would be taken care of.
It's so frustrating!
Last week, I approached the manager again. One of the full-time servers was ranting in the kitchen--he'd been cut down to two nights a week--and the manager was pulling out her hair as she stared at the schedule. She told me she'd talked to the owner in private after my offer the previous week, but the owner wouldn't let her cut my hours. That's when I offered to quit....
You should have seen the relief on her face.
She said that would be great, but she asked me to wait.
And now she doesn't need me to quit. Apparently one of the servers beat me to it.
Dagnabbit!
Alas, it's not to be.
Not yet, anyway!
They're cutting back hours at the restaurant. Winter is a slow season in Munds Park. A couple of weeks ago, I went to both the owner and the manager and offered to let them train someone else in the bar--so they could cut my hours instead of some of the servers' hours. I have another job, I reminded them, so I can survive and pay my bills without coming into the restaurant every week. Having my hours cut, I insisted, would hurt me a lot less than it would hurt some of the others.
The manager thought it was a great idea. She's been stressing over the weekly schedule.
The owner, on the other hand, all but patted me on the head and said "There, there, stupid Megan." I don't think she listened to my offer at all. When I finished my spiel, she told me not to worry. She said she would take care of me. I told her it wasn't me I was worried about and then she put her hands in the namaste position and, bobbing her head up and down, whispered, "thank you, thank you" until I turned and left in irritation. On her way out of the bar that evening, she stopped and told me again not to worry, that I would be taken care of.
It's so frustrating!
Last week, I approached the manager again. One of the full-time servers was ranting in the kitchen--he'd been cut down to two nights a week--and the manager was pulling out her hair as she stared at the schedule. She told me she'd talked to the owner in private after my offer the previous week, but the owner wouldn't let her cut my hours. That's when I offered to quit....
You should have seen the relief on her face.
She said that would be great, but she asked me to wait.
And now she doesn't need me to quit. Apparently one of the servers beat me to it.
Dagnabbit!
Monday, November 16, 2009
chillin' ... literally
It was 52.2°F in my bedroom when I got home this afternoon. That was over an hour ago. I have a candle burning, my giant lava lamp is percolating (is percolating a word that can apply to lava lamps?), and my space heater is running .... and it's still only 56.7°F in here!
No wonder I'm cold.
No wonder I'm curled up in a pile of blankets, napping instead of working on homework!
I'd post a picture of my thermometer--just to prove that I'm telling the truth--but I can't remember where I left my camera. It's probably in the car; I'm too lazy (and chilled!) to go check.
No wonder I'm cold.
No wonder I'm curled up in a pile of blankets, napping instead of working on homework!
I'd post a picture of my thermometer--just to prove that I'm telling the truth--but I can't remember where I left my camera. It's probably in the car; I'm too lazy (and chilled!) to go check.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
tireder is a funnier wordier
I'm tired and cranky and the two feelings are feeding off one another.
The tiredness makes me crankier and the crankiness makes me tireder ... which makes me crankier ... which makes me even tireder and crankier and whinier than I was before ... and that's bad.
Aargh!
The tiredness makes me crankier and the crankiness makes me tireder ... which makes me crankier ... which makes me even tireder and crankier and whinier than I was before ... and that's bad.
Aargh!
Friday, November 13, 2009
tempted to abort
I'm at work - blogging from the moon, not the bar - sitting here, bored in the dark, while the computer processes my seven-file-merge request.
I'm staring at a screen that says "Processing... (Not Responding)."
Below that, the completion rate is listed as 0%.
I'm staring at a screen that says "Processing... (Not Responding)."
Below that, the completion rate is listed as 0%.
Hmm.
This might take a while. I'm tempted to hit Abort, but then what?
My dad called this morning. He told me NASA found water on the moon. I thought that was pretty cool and, as we talked, I decided I would probably volunteer for a moon colony (if they would have me ... I feel like I know my way around already), but my dad warned/reminded me that there's no Internet on the moon ... not yet anyway ... so I decided to stay on earth a while longer.
Ha ha. Whatever.
Can you tell that I'm bored? And my completion percentage is still 0.
Aargh!
...okay, I took a quick break. I talked to my brother for almost twenty minutes (hi Mike!) and now my merge is 97% complete. Oops. And now it's done. Yippee! I guess I'd better get back to work.
Ciao-ciao bellos.
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