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Patience is the companion of wisdom. - Saint Augustine
Well, this will be it for a few days. The hubby and I are heading to my parents for Thanksgiving and we'll be leaving tomorrow morning, at approximately O dark 30. I like visiting my parents, but I'm really rather afraid this time. My father has been in piss poor health lately, and it seems like he is consistantly getting worse and not caring about it. Have you ever gotten that feeling that you really need to go and visit someone because you *know* it's the last time you'll ever see them? I had that feeling once before in my life, about this time last year when we were making plans to visit my parents and grandmother around New Years. Even though we should have saved the money and not gone on the trip, I *had* to go and had a shitty Yule to be sure that there were enough funds to make the trip. I just felt it down to my very core. And it was the last time I ever spoke to my grandmother. And when her death came, I found some solace in the fact that the last words I said to my grandmother was "I love you". Well, I'm having some of those same feelings now. I know that we could really use the money elsewhere than going to Massachusetts, but there is that nagging little voice in the back of my head that is just screaming to not back down and go up there. And that scares me. A lot. I really would not like for my child to grow up like I did and never know just how wonderful their grandfather really was. I don't want to have to explain to my child the hardships that my father bore so that his children could grow up better than he did and only to know a face in a picture. I want my child to experience the joy that comes with spending some real quality time with my father. But how do you convince a stubborn old man to take better care of his body?
You know, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I actually like my co-workers. But they can prove to be irritating at times. Now Thomas, as faithful readers will undoubtably know, works on my floor now. Actually, only a dull blue partition seperates our desks. I really don't have as much of a problem with him as you would think, seeing as we see *way* too much of each other. No, my irritation is with two others. Sirena is a great person, full of energy and life. But she just irritates the fuck out of me when she spends the majority of her day talking on the telephone to her mother/sister/ex-boyfriend/etc. and then has the nerve to wonder why she's so backed up on her work?? Um, WHAT?? And another little irritating habit: She answers her phone when she is with a client! They are not sitting there to hear us talk to other clients and/or providers, and quite frankly, it could be seen as a privacy infringement. But hey, what am I to say. When the boss says something, then maybe things will change. But for now, I just ignore it. Now, Anita on the other hand, is a little different. She is smart, witty and funny, but has the most irritating, annoying, fucking spine chilling habit in the world. She chews with her mouth open. And with ordinary, soft foods, this wouldn't bother me. But every morning, and I mean EVERY FUCKING MORNING, she has to have her little bag full of crunchy snacks. Do you *know* how horrid that is to hear when you are trying to concentrate on getting your work done? I have finally succumb to the fact that this little habit will never change and don headphones to listen to my CD's. With the volume turned up as loud as I can and still hear my phone ring. And people think I'm just being polite with my music. HAH! And speaking of music. I think just about everyone in the office has their own radio. Bridg, can't ever even hear hers, or D's, or Chavon's, unless you are at their desk, as it should be. Thomas, well, what can I say, his is the loudest to me, but that's only because his radio is really only two feet away and partitions are not the best at sound proofing shit. And I don't have that big of a problem with it, as he is nice enough to turn it down if it does seem a bit too loud. Or turn it up if it happens to be a particularly good song, or just plain wrong. And myself, shit I use headphones, so no one can really complain there. Now, Anita and Sirena have theirs set to the same radio station. Which isn't bad, as Anita is very good about keeping hers at a very "background, barely audible" level. Of course, everything Sirena does is loud, and that doesn't stop when it comes to her radio. I just wish she'd be a little more considerate. But enough bitching about work shit. Things are coming along smoothly for the plans for Goddamn Thomas's birthday. Which reminds me, I really need to get the hell off here and make a few more calls. Just need to be sure that everyone gets their email and understands what to wear. Hehehehehe.......................
Had a really good night last night with a couple of the older queens (just for you Bob). They are always so much fun to hang out with. And I always end up learning something new about them. It's not always good things I learn, but I think it just strengthens our friendship and shows how much we trust each other. They really are great and wouldn't have them any other way. Of course we went shopping. Goddamn Thomas's birthday is just around the corner and we had to look for something for him. We found a great present that I think he'll really appreciate.
Thought for the day: Who needs drugs? I go broke buying books! Saturday, November 23, 2002
Has anyone else noticed the slippery slope that has been breached by the politicos in Washington? With the final decision of the "USA Patriot Act" (like this name is going to make any of its content "patriotic"), they have started down the slope that will continue to infringe on our rights. Just to give you a small sampling of what this act can really do, be careful what you put in that Google search. The government may now spy on web surfing of innocent Americans, including terms entered into search engines, by merely telling a judge anywhere in the U.S. that the spying could lead to information that is "relevant" to an ongoing criminal investigation. The person spied on does not have to be the target of the investigation. This application must be granted and the government is not obligated to report to the court or tell the person spied up what it has done. Also, FBI and CIA can now go from phone to phone, computer to computer without demonstrating that each is even being used by a suspect or target of an order. And you know why you haven't heard that much about this act? Because if the people of this nation actually understood the meaning of it all, it never would have passed.
Thought for the day: Is it too late to get the Russians to nuke Washington? Friday, November 22, 2002
I found this or it was sent to me (can't remember which) and I just *had* to share! :)
Just what the fuck is wrong with people these days??? There is now a class action lawsuit, by a bunch of inane parents, trying to sue McDonalds for making their children obese. Excuse me???? Perhaps they are obese because YOU took them there instead of cooking, you lazy fuck. Maybe if you had kicked them off the computer and/or away from the damn video games and made them play outside, they would have gotten more exercise. People will always look for others to blame for their own actions. I hope the judge laughs in their dumb ass, lazy, idiotic faces and makes THEM pay for ALL the court expenses. Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Something I found interesting and intriguing 100 things about BowlingBitch: 1. My first name was supposed to be Lydia.
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Oh, and here's a confession for you. The hubby and I are trying to have a kid. I could probably do without having any children, ever, but he really wants at least one. And you can better believe that's all he's going to get too. I have no patience for children, so having one of my own should prove interesting. Of course, it may not happen at all, as he has only two years left to get my pregnant. After I turn a certain age, I don't want any part of getting pregnant. That's just me and he has to deal with it!
It's been a few days but things have been busy around here. And I was "out of service" for a few days. The phone company did get out here fairly quickly, though, so I really can't bitch too much about them. Also, the hubby and I have been getting a few things done around here. He's been working in the attic, trying to get some new insulation put down before it gets too cold. Too late, though, as it has already started to get cold here! But we're well on our way to our goal of getting the house in order before Thanksgiving. Not every picture will be on the wall, but that's nothing compared to the rest of the shit that we need to complete! Work has been work. We had this "training refresher" yesterday that really could have been skipped. I was bored out of my gourd! They were mostly talking about shit that has nothing to do with me, and talking about "issues" that some have been having with other workers. Ah, well. At least I got a free lunch out of it!
Thought for the day: Death before dishonor, nothing before coffee! Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Yeah, that thought for the day is me. I like being different. Just when you think you have me figured out, nope, I do something else. Just to be sure that you are on your toes.
Thought for the day: Proudly marching to the beat of a different kettle of fish. Monday, November 04, 2002
Time. It is not our friend, no matter what we might think. Seems like lately, I never have the time to really do the things I want to do. Yeah, yeah, don't talk to me about time management. I've been trying to work with that around here, but it only seems to be helping at work and with my school shit. It's my personal time that seems to be lost. I think I'm going to try an experiment this month. I'm going to make out a calendar (and stick to it!) and allot myself time to do the things that I know need to get done. And a little goof off time, because without that, you'd be a grown up. And I don't consider myself a grown up, regardless of what my age in years are. (and no, I won't fucking tell you!)
Yeah, it's been a few days. Cut me some slack, I fucking work for a living. I haven't had time for a whole lot of things lately. But on a upper note, the hubby and I did get a few things accomplished around the house that I thought weren't going to get done. With the rate we're going, we'll have the house in order in time for Yule. There aren't a whole lot of boxes that are left to be unpacked, mostly my desk shit and a few other little boxes that have stuff in it that I have no idea where I want the shit. But that's about par for the course in this house right now. The hubby and I have decided that we *will* have everything done before we leave for Thanksgiving. We'll see if that happens.
Thought for the day: If you believe you can tell me what to think, I believe I can tell you where to go. |