whiski_sour: (Dietrich explains it all)
I keep putting off updating because I'm lazy. Here's the high points:

-My first floorset went fine. I felt like an awkward doofus because I had no clue what I was doing and only knew the two people that had interviewed me, but I survived it. My next one is Wednesday.

-Speaking of Wednesday, I had tickets to a Cubs game that night and was going to go with a guy I knew from high school, but had to cancel. There are only three home games before the season ends and I really want to go to one. I might try for the Monday night game instead.

-The complications of going to the Monday night game include having to be up at 6:30 both Monday and Tuesday to get the neighbor up, ready, and to school. The first week of this went fine. The second week he suddenly developed morning diarrhea and spent ages in the bathroom until he was informed that he didn't have a choice and he was going to have to make an attempt to get through school (his grandmother's call). I don't know the kid well enough to know if he's faking, but judging by his grandma, the kid will be going to school unless he's dead. All I know is I don't feel like going through these battles every morning. The pay is good, but not that good.

-If I do want to go to the Monday night game, I've got it all worked out with Mom for the girls' Spanish lessons. At first, they quite liked seeing Aunt Kiki three days a week. Now that they've realized I'm there to learn them up, the charm has worn off. We played review games today that they really liked, so that's good. Some days are better than others.

-The way the Monday game shakes out is such: I'd have to get up at 6:30 and get the boy to school. Come home and nap. Go to Mom's and teach Spanish, leaving by 1:30. Drive to Chicago, do the park and ride to Wrigley, watch the game, park and ride back to the car, drive home. I'd get home between 12:30 and 2 depending when the game ended and I got back to my car. I would then nap and get up at 6:30 in the morning to take the boy to school. I'd then come home and nap that afternoon before floorset. So the question is can my 32 year old self run like my 22 year old self used to? I'm kind of hoping so. We'll see.

-Apple and Pork festival this weekend. Imma get me an apple donut.

The end.
whiski_sour: (dreamy Alex)
I've got all of my ducks in a row (I hope) for Casino Night tomorrow night. Thanks to my awesome friend Harry who's going with me, I'll be able to spend the night there and not have to worry about driving home right after the party. I will still be driving in Chicago, which I hate and have serious anxiety about, but I know in the end it will be better than what I make it out to be and I will survive it and that's what counts.

This is going to be my Cinderella night.

You see these tickets go for $175 a piece ($500 a piece for the VIP tickets). No way could I afford to go. I've never been able to afford to go. I'm going because I won these tickets. Technically, I don't belong there. But like Cinderella, I had a bit of a Fairy Godmother thing going, what with the winning and Harry helping me out by putting me up and already having the dress, so I get to head to the ball.

For one night, I get to pretend I'm not about to max out my credit card. I get to pretend that my ability to sell my stories and my jewelry isn't an abysmal failure. I get to pretend that I don't keep making stupid mistakes. For one night, I get to dress up and be pretty and gamble fake money and maybe exchange a few words with a player or two and pretend for one night that everything is bippity boppity boo before returning the reality of trying to clean up the mess that is my current existence.

I don't deserve that one night reprieve, but I'm going to take it and enjoy it as much as I can. It'll be the last one I get like that for a long time.

The pain from wearing heels for several hours will be worth it.

To be fair, I did get a very nice, pretty comfortable pair of heels. But you can't fight physics. 235 pounds in 3 inch heels when it's the first time you've warn heels in quite a while pretty much guarantees inevitable pain, despite steps taken to avoid it (gel cushion inserts, wearing them to break them in, wearing them to get used to them, etc.). The one bright spot, though, is that they don't seem to effect my jacked up knee too much, so that's something.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I'm a little stressed this week.

Had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital on Wednesday. Mom text me early that morning, asking me to call her. Now, since this is my mother, it can be anything from someone's dead to the Howlin' Mad Smurf wants to tell you something completely pointless. So, I called her to find out that Grandma (her mother) is in hospital. Apparently, her glaucoma meds were causing her to go into renal failure and she ended up in ICU. My aunt was on the way up from St. Louis and my mother wanted me to go to the hospital to keep my aunt in check, as she had a fear that my aunt would end up arguing with the doctors and get pitched from the hospital.

Mother also requested me to go because, though she wanted to be there, since her fear of hospitals was so well known, she was afraid that if she showed up, Grandma would think she was dying.

But I went and Grandma cried when she saw me. Yeah, that reassured her, Ma.

In the end, I had a nice visit with her and the rest of the family. She was moved to a regular room yesterday, and was sent home today. She's a tough old lady, for sure, and I'm glad the doctors got her fixed up so quickly.

In other news, I'm going to Cubs Con with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian a week from today and I've hit my typical traveling IT'S TOO SOON I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME I NEED MORE TIME stress. I'll be fine once I get going, but for the next few days I'm going to feel like I have too much to do, not enough time, and I'm not going to be ready. I think Hammie's birthday and my birthday happening literally the two days before I leave is just adding to that stress.

In further stress news, I realized today that the manuscript I've been working on for the novel contest needs a lot more work than I remembered it needing. There's no way I'm going to get it done. I won't stop rewriting/revising it, but it's not going to work for this contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I'll look at the other manuscripts I have and see if there's anything I've got that's closer to being done, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm thinking this is a lost cause and I'm not going to be able to play. Not happy with myself on that one.

So, yes, by the time I hit Chicago, I'm going to be more than ready to rock and, as my family says, blow the stink off.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
If you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, then you know I'm not dead.

If you follow me on Twitter then you really know I'm not dead because I never shut up.

I'm just resting for the holiday gauntlet.

I'm ready for the weekend to be over with.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Another driver bailed on us, leaving us scrambling to cover his loads for the week. I've got another driver nearly a day late because a) he broke down on the way home Friday and b) his load was done wrong and someone had to fix it (a reocurring problem at this particular plant).

So, I'm making late calls while fielding the typical It's Monday Where's My Stuff calls while trying to get last minute information to drivers on the road. And then there's the pile of regular phone calls that need to be made.

And the driver trip sheets that I have to review.

And the violations sheets that I have to compile even though I'm pretty sure that Chad doesn't look at them.

And the board needs updated.

And we've hired someone new, Crystal, to help us in the office. She spent the afternoon watching me make phone calls and explaining my job. Not that there's a lot to it, but she's sitting in my cube so I feel compelled to say something. She's going to be handling our drivers once we get her trained up. I imagine she'll be doing other things, too, but that's her main gig.

Starting next week, I'll be working 8-5 taking an hour lunch. Right now I'm working 7-4:30 taking a half hour lunch. I'm already hitting 5 o'clock a couple of days a week now. I look forward to hitting 5:30. Because I can't seem to get it all done in one shift.

They need to go back to that temp service and get someone to replace me. I can't hack this gig.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
I went to Target last night to get a couple of shelves, the idea being I could put a few of my pictures on one and my baseballs and prized cards on the other. I ended up getting what I was looking for and a hula hoop.

I know right? What? Hula hoop?

Yeah, hula hoop. This is going into my exercise routine and I'm going to master this sucker. I don't know why at 31 I have this urge to be good at hula hooping, but I do and there you go.

I hung the shelves today. I didn't do a horrible job, though one is definitely crooked, despite my use of the level, which I dropped behind my DVD shelves after I lined up the second shelf. It's not too bad, but yeah, I'm going to get shit for it not being level.

The stuff on the shelves looks nice though and it looks good in my room.

I've spend the day cleaning/purging/rearranging/fixing and I've got just a couple of more things to do before I can call it all done for the day.

Then I get to do two blog posts, some revisions, and hopefully have time to paint my nails.

My weekends aren't long enough.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
I've gone all week without posting and I feel I should say something, so here you go:

I made a grand total of three phone calls today. That's how Wednesdays tend to go.

The end.
whiski_sour: (death note)
The scratch-off streak has ended at five. It was a good run, but it couldn't last forever.

It's a shame. I was having a good time.
whiski_sour: (perturbed)
Due to lack of funds, I can't send out holiday cards this year. It bums me out because I really love doing it. I love spreading holiday cheer...and glitter.

But know that I still love you all and I still wish you happy holidays, just not in card form.

Let's hope Santa brings me a job this year so I can make up for it next year.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
So, yeah, I do believe I discussed at some point that I managed to gain back all the weight I lost. Well, I haven't managed to lose any since this revelation and I'm not sure that I haven't gained any.

I started a new exercise regime in February. I've done really well with the eating vegetables thing. I still need to work on eating more fruit. I thought I was on track to turning things around and yet...nada.

I'm not happy with this. My self-esteem has taken a huge hit. Part of it is because nothing I own fits anymore. Part of it is because they posted pictures from the family reunion and the weight gain is really showing. Most of it, though, is because I failed. I swore that I would never gain this weight back. Even if I never lost another pound, that forty I lost would stay lost.

It didn't happen.

Normally, I find a way to soldier on, pulling myself up by my bootstraps and whatnot, but I'll be honest, I'm depressed to begin with so my resistence is very low. This is just adding insult to injury as far as I'm concerned.

I'm going to keep working at it and ignore the hypochondria that's telling it might be related to something I haven't been diagnosed with. I have noticed tiny bits of progress in certain areas, so that's something.

I guess.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
The Internet Saga )
The Getting a Job Saga )

So that's my world in a nutshell right now. Frustrations and crankiness galore.

I hope you all are well. I miss you terribly. I look forward to the day when we can be together again. /pining
whiski_sour: (ache)
Pete's taken a turn for the worse.

She was bad sick a few weeks ago, recovered, and then in the past week has gone back downhill. It doesn't look like she's going to get better, either.

Right now, we're just waiting.

I'll let you know.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
Did anyone else feel like they were moving through Jello today?

I swear, it's like I couldn't make any progress anything. I mean I did make progress, but it just didn't feel like it, you know?

I blame Monday.
whiski_sour: (Fraggle)
I figure I should probably post something since it's been a few days, but I really haven't been doing anything interesting and Pete is trying to use the enter key as a pillow.

The weatherman is taunting us saying that it's going to be in the 70's this week. So who knows? Interesting stuff might happen.

Hopefully not too interesting though. I don't think my old heart could take it.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
I took a sick day today. I haven't felt very well for a few days and after a crappy night's sleep last night, I just decided to give in and stop fighting it and just feel bad.

I think it was the crappy night's sleep that broke the camel's back. I couldn't stay asleep, I kept waking up. When I did sleep, I had really messed up dreams. The one I remember best started off in the Marriott hotel in Atlanta, trying to give directions to people and then getting a ferris wheel elevator thing that broke down and ended up with me wandering into the latter part of a Friday the 13th movie. After several gruesome deaths, I'm happy to say the movie ended and I survived, though to get out of this house of death I had to walk through a hologram of a spinning Jason Voorhees mask that would have been more cool if, ya know, death hadn't been following me. Once I got out of the house and hit the sidewalk, I was safe.

Best part of the dream? It had end credits. I don't know why Leslie Nielsen and Johnny Depp were listed because I didn't see them and I doubt they'd go slumming in Friday the 13th land. I'm just saying.

I took a nap with no bizarre dreams (and my nap dreams are usually more bizarre than my regular sleep dreams) so I'm hoping that's a good sign.

I really hope I feel better tomorrow. I don't have anything pressing to do; I'm just tired of feeling yucky.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
Well, 2010 has gotten off to a questionable start for me.

While I had a great time ringing in the new year with Carrie in our low key way, I ended up staying up until after 4am because I was sick (and it had nothing to do with booze; we went alcohol-free). I fell asleep to The Three Stooges. I rarely go to sleep with the TV on. Unless, of course, I'm sick.

I woke up around 10:30 feeling fine and spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon switching back and forth between Looney Tunes and Barney Miller. I finally got off my ass to run to Walgreens to pick up a few things and only to get to the check out and find out that my credit card doesn't work. I don't know why it doesn't work. I've never had any trouble with it, so I don't know what's going on. With my current state of agitation, it's a mystery best left until Monday.

In the meantime, Dad gave me some cash so I could pick up the few things I needed.

It was on my way out the second time that I realized I'd forgotten to pay a bill (just the subscription to the local newspaper, but it still irks me). So I dropped that in the mail a few days late.

So much for getting a good start to 2010. I'm so cranky right now that I've already declared that I'm not making dinner tonight and I feel so jinxed that I'm surprised I didn't wreck while running errands and the microwave didn't blow up when I used it this afternoon.

If this is going to be how my year is going to roll, I'll pass.
whiski_sour: (porpoise is laughing)
I got the cutest kitty holiday card in the mail from [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian today. Thanks, HF. It really brightened my day. :)

For whatever reason, I am totally drained tonight. Since Castle is a re-run, I'm totally getting into my PJs, making some hot chocolate, and going to bed early tonight instead of writing and making jewelry for my nieces.

Yeah, I say that and I know I will flake out on my obligations, but I bet I still manage to stay up until at least midnight dicking around.

Because that's how I roll.
whiski_sour: (perturbed)
I regret to inform you that due to budgetary restraints I WILL NOT be able to send out holiday cards this year.

Sorry, guys. Money's too tight. Between buying the cards themselves and the postage to send them out, it's just an expense I can't afford right now.

Believe me, I'm bummed. I love sending out holiday cards. Mostly because I try to find the most glittery cards I can. Nothing beats sending holiday greetings that sparkle everything in my friends' houses for months to come.

So, yeah. Major suck.

Maybe next year.
whiski_sour: (boom)
I woke up this morning feeling awful. I kept hoping that I'd feel better, but it never happened. As such, I basically put in the minimum required effort for the day, which pleased no one, least of all me.

I am cranky.

Careful, Tokyo. I may crush you.



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