Idle

When I don't have anything interesting to do, i doodle.

I will miss nothing about this job except the access to fun office supplies, and all the pens I took home with me.

Changing ADDY

I'm moving on over to http://seedleaf.blogspot.com/

Cotyledon: It's Not Just a Pretentious Title. It's a Cuter Layout.

Jesus B-Day!!!

Happy xmas, reader-san. Thanks for the comments (well, the non-passive-aggressive and/or bitchy ones) and for reading my incredibly pointless ramble-fest. If I've called you mean or stupid or fat in the past, I'm sure I didn't really mean it...

Unless you're that-one-person, in which case I meant it all, and only my respect of the law and future prospects keep me from feeding your mangled corpse to the dog.


Ok, merry christmas and lots of love, people! Hooray for warm fuzzies and the end of quite a crazy year!

Dinner?

Sister: Mom wants to know if you're ok with prime rib for Christmas dinner
Me: Ham! I want ham. and we're still having crab, right?
Sister: that's Christmas eve. You're the only one who ever eats the ham.
Me: oh. right. Eve dinner is good, I'm fine with prime rib.
Sister: are you sure you don't want us to kill a pig and give it to you?
Me: Well, I don't know...do you want to die?
Sister: That was mean. You hurt my feelings. A Lot.
Me: Oh no! I didn't mean to call you a pig!
Sister: I don't think you care!
Me: of course I do
Sister: Do not!
Me: Honey, I love you. You're sweet and pink and delicious...
Sister: Gross. Am not. shaddup.

Total 180

Today is my last day at the Bookstore. I'm writing in quick sentences between showering and shaving and dressing and kissing my puppy and kitten. Glee!!!

After nearly a year of fighting for a career-starting job, I was offered the position of image coordinator at Publisher, a development company that writes books and chapters for k-12 education. I'm excited and very, very nervous, since this job is what I want to be doing at twice the salary of my retail gig. I'm starting out in a freelance, by-project position for the next few months, so i must make an instant great impression and prove to them I'm worth keeping. Eee!!!

I start on the 17th, this coming Monday, and iun the meantime I have a puppy and kitten to find care for over my trip home for xmas, and The Mist to watch while it's still in theaters, and an aprtment to clean, and work-awesome outfits to assemble. Tonight, however, when I get home from work at about midnight, I'll be celebrating with unhealthy food and drink and Lost, Season 2....4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42eeee!!!

Publisher has no idea how lucky they are to be hiring a ready-made nerd in her prime, eh?

Three Day Weekend!

I know, I should have a four-day weekend like the rest of you, but I work on Sunday, so this is about the longest I've been away from the Bookstore since I started. I wonder if she misses me, that ol' whore. I'm guessing her calendar and card sections could use some serious attention.

Dating Cute Boyfriend gave me an excuse to let myself go, apartment-wise. I was messy and didn't do dishes, and frankly if you've seen HIS apartment (omg, buy a freakin couch), I wasn't worried about the competition. Now that we've parted ways, I've actually made my place look nice, clean, and otherwise worth the 800 dollars I pay a month. I wish you could see it, reader-san, the whole place looks fantastic. I can walk unobstructed to the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, windows, everything!

(Cute Boyf's things are on a windowsil. Ocassionally I toss them to the puppy, but he won't touch them. Good dog.)

Still, cleaning and lifting and mopping must have done something, because last night I felt a distinct 'twang' in my neck while typing, and I think I spasmed something. I tried to sleep on a heated rice pillow, I tried yoga, but my neck just keeps twisting back on itself. It's in worse shape than a handful of pipe cleaners after craft hour in kindergarten. Blogging probably isn't helping. Hmm.

OHH! I had a great thanksgiving, thanks to Jason Chin and his good taste in friends. It was delightful. He rocks. Pass it on.



I think I should wear a turtleneck. Heat helps neck pain, right? Or I could bring up commitment...that got rid of Cute Boyf, and he's a pain in the neck BURN!!! Snap!!!



Ouch...sassing hurts my neck too. I'm doomed.

At least it's over

Well, my job interview lasted a solid 40 minutes, and we ended up giggling at several points. I'll know if I got the job (which would be freelance thru Feb-March-ish) at the beginning of next week.

Mom is coming to visit today, so I wheedled Work into scheduling me from 12-7, rather than 2:45-11. We're going to dinner after, she will probably say some well-intentioned things to cheer me up, we'll go to a movie or back the her hotel to hang out, and she won't be allowed near my VERY messy apartment.

I'm amazed at how relieved I am that tomorrow is Thursday, the 'Friday' of my work week. It's been a long 7 days, and I'm looking forward to a big rest; Dante and Cormac and occassional emails keeping me company.

Totally Week.

Mon- Work 8:45-5:00
Tues- Work 8:45-5:00
Weds- Appt 9:30-10:30?, Work 2:45-11:00, Mom Visiting
Thurs- Work 8:45-5:00, Mom
Friday- Mom? Laundry, clean up and sort out apartment

-get refill of meds
-cash paycheck
-walk puppy 2x a day
-clean dishes and fridge
-buy rubber boots (for puppy walking in winter weather)
-if time allows, reconcile quantum/non-quantum physics*


*Free time unlikely

Hate the Game?

I've been out of the improv loop for at least 6 months now...and I'm not sure that I hate it. I love performing so much, but I can't stand the average improvisor: preening, scowling, high-school-cliquing around. Cute Boyfriend does one show a week (well, two including his sketch show, which just closed a run at the Apollo), a pub quiz and poker on Tuesdays, and avoids all other contact with 'imps. I dropped off my former all-lady team (too much estrogen in one group) and haven't auditioned or performed since.

I took a few classes at a different theater and an internship to pay for them, but it wasn't fun. The shows were soft-edged, Urban-Outfitter faux edgy, and the people running around backstage were unpleasant.

Maybe it's my job, maybe it's just a side effect of living in a big city, but I'm so damn tired of thoughtless people. I've done my share of bitching on this blog about...um...everything; perhaps it all boils down to manners. I cannot stress enough how much manners matter to me. at some point, shouldn't people outgrow the narsissim of their youth? Stop gossiping and start appreciating each other? I can't say I'm the best example...meh.

The fact is, I miss being on stage with people I adore, and doing shows without chatterboxing after. Just enjoying good work, making each other laugh, and being content. If I had the balls, maybe stand-up would be more my game. At this point, I'd be happy just to watch a show with all strangers in the audience...

Calm...?

I'm not, by nature, a calm and collected girl. Nothing skitters me out more than changes in my life, and nothing skitters me even MORE than feeling stagnant. Cute Boyfriend has been admirably good at handling this:

Me: So I'm really happy with everything right now except my job and I really like you cute boyfriend like I like you and puppy and kattin and apartment and look I cleaned the bathroom and did laundry too!

Cute Boyf: That's great, Jady

Me: ohmygod but if you're not happy I'm sorry I said i was and you know you don't have to come hang out as much if you have things to do but i love you coming over here and I love you but that's not the issue you should just let me know if you need anything and I'll help or if you like need space or something that's cool too ok ok just let me know

Cute Boyf: Love you too. I'm good

Me: ok ok good just let me know and I love you too and are you sure you're happy because i could go do something like change the lights to a nice yellow glowing bulb or maybe you want to go to a movie or we could rent one if you're bored OMG k but I'm happy so we don't have to

Cute Boyf: Jady. I'm good. Calm down.

*kisses*

Me: but if anything changes you just let me *breathing at the speed of crazy*

Cute Boyf: Calm down.

Me: *squeak* k....


You really must give him kudos. I'm getting better at handling things...better by comparison to my biz-zonkers mindset of every problem automatically triggering the 'good lord I'm going to die and fail and everyone hates me' neon lobe of my brain. My brain screams at me less...it's closer to a flourescent glowing-hum now.

Book of Job (omg, have I used this title before? hmm.)

Hey, kendra...: Shall.

I'm still looking for a job. It's been a YEAR, reader-san. It's been a year and the best I've gotten is a gig at a bookstore and a 'you're nearly over-qualified' note.

For the record...fuck THAT. I'm over-qualified? Then why are you wasting time writing this note instead of hiring me, huh? Unless said note is the beginning of a job offer, I don't really give a damn. If I had every job for which I am overqualified i wouldn't be cruising careerbuilder.com like a sad mid-forties-and-still-eating-pop-tarts vegas trick, would I?

*sigh*

My current job is deeply frustrating, because although it's books, it's also retail. On a street highly traffiked by tourists and rich mens' wives. With no hope of advancement, because the company doesn't promote from within. Why would they? Apparently nearly over-qualified people are a dime a freakin dozen.

I'm going bonkers.

It's not the job, even, or the searching for a career-starter. It's the fact that my life outside of work is going so well...then I worry about professional atrophy and money. I've been worried about underachieving since I was 3, so I'm used to that. I hate, however, worrying about money. Hate it so much.

Bah.

Meme

Biddle made me do this. Bah. I is nerd.


List 5 things that certain people (who are not deserving of being your friend anyway) may consider to be "totally lame," but you are, despite the possible stigma, totally proud of. Own it. Tag 5 others:


1.Jack

I am absolutely in love with the name Jack. Love it. I only spared my puppy from the name because I can't name my son the same name as my dog and yet I totally would. I would name you all Jack. All of you.




2. Allergen

I'm allergic to cold. To fast temperature changes, actually. I break out into hives if I get too cold, and I went into seizures as a child when I had a MINOR fever. It's a pain in the ass...but see, I have a superpower.

Not a hepful one, as everyone seems to assume theirs will be, but a superpower nevertheless.





3. Serial of Champions

I know more about serial killers than the nerdiest of nerdprovisors. Try me. JUUUUUST try me.




4. I. Adore. Ted. Raimi.

And on the off chance you ever read this, Ted, I adore your talent. Not just your good good looks.



Yes, please.

(oh, and Nathan Fillion, please don't be hurt...I'll totally take you as a silver metal.)


5. As a child, I would have killed to be in a Muppet movie. They seemed like the best, sweetest friends you could ever hope to have. Still woud probably main...at least....to be in Muppet Horror Show.

(Mrs.Piggy as Magenta...can you freakin' imagine!)





5 things that YOU might think are lame (and I might secretly think are lame too), but ostensibly might be proud of.

Now, apparently, "I tag 5 other bloggers who can fill out this meme for themselves."

Kendra Jason Jess Marc Heather

October 10th

Missus Ashley Ma'am-

Happy birthday, beautiful sister. Yesterday, October 10th, you would have been 25 years old. I would have flown home to see you, bought you something cute and something smart. You were a genius, and a beauty, though I don't think you knew it. You were (and are) so loved, babe.

Dante is a wonderful cat, and happy as I can make him. Jake is still a puppy at heart and misses you so much, babe. He'll always miss you...I think he still runs up to the gate when I get home hoping you'll be the one pulling into the driveway. He and Cassie live together now, rediculous as ever. They run side by side, and jake will jump over Cassie as they do. It's pretty damn impressive, actually. When I go visit this weekend, Jake will sleep in my bed, ok? I'll spoil the hell out of your baby.

Because of you, I am taking care of myself. I went to Dr. G and got the medicine and encouragement I need to help myself. Because of your love and dedication to organ donation, a boy who was blind can see now, with your eyes. Mom and David went to place flowers at the organ donor wall. I hope you know that, and I hope you realize how much good you did.

It's hard to live sometimes without you here. I want so much to talk with you, to tell you about my life, all the silly details, and make you laugh. I love you, Ashley. I'm so proud of who you were, and how hard you fought for your life. I hope I'm making you proud, too.

Happy Birthday.

~Jady