4 posts tagged “catch-up”

I'd planned on giving this thing some attention on the 16th, as that would have been three months (Oi.) since I actually wrote in here.  Unfortunately the 16th came and went in a flurry of Wii playing, snow, and God knows what else.  Work, probably.  I put in some overtime (well, over my scheduled time--I came in at just under 40 hours for the week) at the end of the week because they needed some stuff done, and for whatever reason when I hit 40 hours a week the odds of me writing in here decrease dramatically, rather like they did in November.  Probably has something to do with the fact that I'm sleeping until the last possible minute, hurrying off to work, then coming back and crashing as soon as I can so I can get the most rest possible to get ready for another full day of work.  And weekends were really all about laundry, dishes, and just trying to deflect the craziness of the week past and the coming week as well. 

So anyway. Yeah.  I guess there really isn't any particular need to apologize, but of course I still feel apologetic.

Life has been more or less ordinary for me, but for whatever reason I missed all the snow-flying months, so perhaps that's a little to blame as well.  There's still the occasional chance of flurries on the radar, but after the drenching rain we've been getting since last night just after I clocked out at work, I think we're moving more-or-less smoothly into springtime, which is definitely foryay.  Sunshine and warmth will be most lovely to see again, I think.

It occurs to me that I probably can't even possibly log everything that I've read over the past three months, but of course I'll give it a try.  Some things stood out, like P.D. James' Children of Men, and Christopher Moore's You Suck (for which I had to read Bloodsucking Fiends to keep up), as well as getting through Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching books.  One that I've been trying to get myself into lately is a book called The Dark Mirror, but I've had it out of work for a week and managed to only hack out about a hundred pages or so.  I want to read it, but it just hasn't grabbed me yet.

Stephen King's Dark Tower books are getting a comic series to match, but it turns out that my bookstore won't be carrying them.  Le sigh.  I was actually kind of looking forward to a comic book that I was really interested in.

I interviewed for an administrative assistant position a couple of weeks ago.  Apparently it didn't go so well, despite my interview which seemed rather promising.  I suppose we can't always get what we want, but boy would I like to get out of the bookstore.  It's not so much any one thing in particular that I'm tired of so much as I'm just tired.  This time of year the schedule's awfully lean, and we really could use a bit more money (who couldn't?) but I'm really hesitant to go to, say, Evan's job, which he really doesn't like but makes decent money--enough money, in fact, that he ends up kind of stuck unless he wants to downgrade his income--something we can't afford right now.  Meh.

The real impetus for this post was realizing that my totally anti-social best friend, J, is now maintaining a journal.  It's a writing journal, and she doesn't have much of the kind of personal posting that I'm much more apt to be making, but there's no reason that I can't do this if she can.  So I'm hoping to get this thing moving again, because I think it really is a part of my life that I want to continue.  Just not when I work a lot.  Or when it snows.  Ahem.

Anyway.  It's good to be back (I hope), and here's to keeping on keeping on. 

Wow.  I just suck.  Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Sorry, guys.

Christmas in retail is crap.  I feel like I haven't gotten to spend any time with my friends lately, not the online ones, anyway.  Thankfully (ha) after next week, I'll have one more night where I won't be doing anything specific, so maybe I'll have a little more time for all this again.  Maybe not, but a girl can dream.

Next week a friend of mine (And J's, and Evan's) is having a little to-do to celebrate his leaving town. He's getting the hell out of Morgantown and moving to live closer to his girl, in Missouri.  I really hope things work out for them, but in light of the recent news that another friend and his fiancee have called it quits, I'm going to admit to a little worry on this one.  The fact that he's been able to change enough to maintain a relationship this long is impressive, so hopefully they'll continue along that path.  Alternatively, if they don't, at least let him learn what he needs to learn from the relationship and then not dwell on it for the rest of eternity.  He's taking a big risk and I'm happy about that.  I'd hate to see it turn out to be pretty useless.

In completely different news, it appears that just as our cell-phone contract is running out and as we're about to receive our deposit refund, both of our phones are suffering from issues.  Evan's phone seems to have had complete loss of microphone function.  Mine is developing a crack in the hinge, and the front faceplate (when the phone is closed) is a little bit loose.  Not loose enough that I can tell what's wrong and try to snap it back, but just loose enough that dust is getting down on the little LCD screen.  Ugh.  In light of the fact that I really desire very little for Christmas, however, I'll probably settle on calling that a Christmas present. 

I'm just not big on the gifts for myself these days, I guess.  If someone sees something neat, thinks of me, and feels like I should have it, I'm not going to complain, but long gone are the days of keeping a mental list all year so that I can spout off a list of my desires come December.  When asked what I want, my mind always drifts immediately to "What do I need?" and usually I respond from there.  Right now, other than money, I really don't need anything. 

I'd like a round-trip plane ticket to and hotel stay in San Francisco.  Somehow I don't think this one is quite so reasonable.  At least, not for and certainly not by Christmas (though I do have that week of vacation coming up in January...).  On a random internet travel search, that one's going to go for around $800 if I pick my cheapest options.  So, yeah.  No.

As far as other luxuries in life, I already have a digital camera, an iPod, a computer that (mostly) still works, a PS2, a GameCube, at least two or three DVD players, a bunch of movies I never have time to watch, and a whole host of other things I'm lucky to have.

I really don't need more.  So since I do need a new cell phone, that will be my requested Christmas present from the boy.  I'm not going to say no to the cool stuff my friends usually find and give to me, but I'm going to devote more of my energy to finding the perfect things for them instead of the perfect things for me.

Today is Friday.  I have the weekend off--I think that, most likely, the fact that I worked last Saturday and had my parents over on Sunday is why I feel like I haven't spent any time with my friends on here lately.  That will be resolved this weekend, though I'm pretty sure the 'rents are going to drop by again.  They'll come bearing food and/or furniture, however, so it could be worse.  Mom actually wants to see Stranger than Fiction, which surprises me, but I'm not going to deny a free movie ticket, especially since I want to see it as well.

Speaking of dreams, I had a rather interesting one this morning before the cat-alarm woke me up.  I was with a group of friends and we were touring luxury cars and luxury boats.  I suspect this spin-off came from a comment I made as we caught the tail end of last night's Smallville (waiting for Supernatural), regarding Lex Luthor and living on a yacht.  Anyway, the boats in my dream were the most fantastic things, bigger than houses on the inside without being so on the outside, and full of beautiful kitchens and living spaces but also containing great gaming areas, mini-movie-theaters, and that sort of thing.  It was a cool dream.

I suppose I'm going to wrap this up for now, though it feels like I have so much more to add.  I suppose that's what I get for not writing in here for a week and then having so much to cover to get back up to date.  I guess it really doesn't matter--not very many people reading here anyway, so this is mostly for my own edification.  Sometimes it feels nice just to get it all out there on the page and out of my head and hands.

So, yeah.  Feeling a bit lonely, hating that I've been lacking time lately, and missing everyone a bunch.  Hopefully I can resolve that this weekend.  I know I certainly want to try.  And maybe I'll get to write about the books I've read recently, too.

And here we are, more than ten days later.  Needless to say, the past couple of weeks have been incredibly hectic.  Due to a fluke in my work schedule a couple of weeks ago (shifting it one day later in the week), I ended up working one forty-hour work week, having one day off, and doing another five days.  After two days off this weekend, I'm finally feeling not only human but like I have time to sit down here and write again.

To be fair, anything that I could have written in the past two weeks wouldn't have been terribly new or interesting.  Times like that lead to a fairly strict schedule consisting of waking up at 7:30-8, heading out at 8:30, getting home at 7, and going to bed at around 11:30. 

I haven't gotten much ROing done lately, either, though last night I was able to attend an event that at least gives my character something to do, which she hasn't had in quite a while.  It's also leading her in the direction I'd like to take her, though I'm kind of hoping that there'll be some great event in between that will turn her back into her brilliant jaded self.  Though the war she's just been through is a good start...

Let's see.  There's still not all that much new to say, but just that I hope I'll be able to get back to this with a little more regularity from here on out.  We are getting into the retail holiday season, though, so God only knows how crazy things will get.  This weekend we have our store's One Day Sale, but it's on Saturday, so my schedule is screwed up again this week.  At least I have a day off closer to the weekend (Thursday) this time.  Hopefully they won't try to beat me to death with another wonky schedule.

Anyway, I'm about out of time for now, but hopefully more to come, and not too long from now. 

Whoops. Another weekend gone, another few days without a substantial post.  I really gotta get out of this habit, but I swear, there's nearly nothing interesting or out of the ordinary going on these days, and the last thing I want to do is fill this thing up with the same old mention of the same old routine, time and time again.

Once more, I've been finding the QotDs particularly uninspiring, though I can't quite put my finger on why.  I suspect that some of the problem lies with me and not them, but then again perhaps that was obvious.

Seeing how fast this entry is finding its way onto the page, I find it ironic that it is, apparently, easy to write about not having anything to write about--this is how Seinfeld got started, isn't it?

Today I wasn't supposed to work, but a co-worker's surgery was moved up from late this week to late last week, and so they needed me to cover a shift.  Originally, like a sane person, when offered Monday or Tuesday, picked Tuesday, so that I could have three consecutive days off, at least.  This wasn't the most practical choice, given that I also have an eye exam scheduled at the office that just happens to be right next to my store for today, Monday, at an hour that would coincide with the period that I wait after work for my husband to pick me up.  But he had managed to arrange to get off work a few minutes early so that he could get me to the exam.  Anyway.

A couple of days after I'd agreed to the extra day, my manager D comes up to me and says, "So, how would you feel about working Monday instead?"  He knew about the eye appointment, but apparently they could find someone else to cover the Tuesday shift, but not Monday.  Of course.  So, knowing that it was for the greater good, I agreed to take Monday.  At least I'll be off tomorrow and won't have to go out of the way to get to the eye doctor tonight.

The last time I got glasses was, as far as I can tell, five or six years ago, back when I was still on my mom's health insurance.  Our own insurance, through Evan's employer, kicked in a couple months ago, but I'd kept putting off the appointment for one reason or another.  Last week I stopped having a choice about it--the frame on one of the lenses snapped, and the only thing holding the frames together right now is some nail glue and a whole lot of hope.  I'm just hoping that technology has improved slightly in the past few years and that it won't take a good couple weeks for my lenses to come in--usually they have to be special ordered because the prescription is kind of strong.  I've been taking my contacts to work with me as a backup, but I prefer to leave them as just that if at all possible.

Last night we went out and saw the new Robin Williams' new film, Man of the Year.  It was...somewhere between the comedy you'd expect with the supporting cast (Christopher Walken, Lewis Black, Laura Linney, Jeff Goldblum), and some kind of Manchurian-Candidate-esque drama thriller.  Some parts were especially good, but it felt like the plot needed to be kind of tightened up and possibly be a little more coherent.  While it's good to not be able to guess the ending until it happens, it's kind of awkward to say in your mind, "So where, exactly, is this going?" from after the first half hour until the last ten minutes.  Oh, well.  There were some excellent-looking trailers before the movie, so that's something, eh?

And now it's probably about time to go get ready for the grind.  Yawn.