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.