I started to title this Bright Sunshiney Day, but it didn't sound quite as catchy. It is a bright sunshiney day, though, and freakin hot, to boot. Brief update, SO & I are working things out. We're still going to live apart for a while, which I now think will be good for both of us. Sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees. As for hooker heels....
I interviewed at a legal staffing place yesterday that offers direct placement. I did fairly well on their typing and computer test. So they've got an interview for me with a very large international firm this afternoon. :-) I'm hopeful. Good thing I wore a skirt suit today, just in case (tempting as it was to pull out the comfortable khakis & a knit top). <B
I went camping 2 weeks ago with friends - without SO - at a music festival. It was a lot of fun - I needed it. Even if I did cry a couple of times because I knew when it was all over I'd be coming back to a place where I'm not wanted anymore. I learned that there are other men out there who find me attractive & they didn't hesitate to let me know. It was good for
Now, I was always taught not to make fun of how other people dress, because you never know their circumstances & that everyone dresses the best they can afford. And I do stick to this, because I've been there. I've not had much $ at times in the past & had to dress the best I could at the time - but always appropriate for whatever work environment I was in.
I decided to quit this stinkin job. Dr. Loev & I talked briefly about my job at my session a acouple weeks ago. I'm wondering why it took a professional to look at me & say Why aren't you using your education & working as a paralegal? I didn't have an answer. Made that light bulb come on over my head, and this time the dimmer switch wasn't on. Why the hell
I checked the "adult content" box for this post. Not that I think anyone follows my drama (or that I write for anyone to follow it) but just in case, I don't think younger bloggers need to be reading or worrying about adult health problems just yet - at least not in this particular post. Are you supposed to fall apart at 30? Or at least start to? Sheesh...
My coworker is gone untl Monday. She is the dispatcher. I'm backup for when she goes to lunch, which is about as long as my patience lasts with some of these technicians. However, I get to be dispatcher when she's out, also. Much as I tried to prevent it, chaos reigns. I wonder sometimes what exactly can be claimed as a "work related injury"? Like what
I have various songs and music wandering in and out of my head today. Maybe I should listen more closely & take them as 'a sign' from God/Creator/the Universe. I enjoy live music. I believe music can be, and for me, is, very healing. My main musical taste is rooted along the lines of jam bands. Think Grateful Dead. Phish. String Cheese Incident. New Monsoon.
Thank you for your advice and sharing your personal story. I don't believe that you have to know someone well (or at all) to just show basic human kindness and/or concern for someone. I thank you.
We had such an argument last night. More like mostly him verbally venting such anger and hostility toward me. He bottles it all up then explodes. His self medicating doesn't help - he remembers differently and/or just doesn't remember things either he or I have said. He admitted to self medicating intentionally to tune me out. I don't know now if counseling is go
We found a counselor. He was recommended to us by some friends. His name's Dr. Loev. Pronounced just live "love". At first I thought, maybe it's a sign. Then I thought that's kinda silly, wonder how many patients he's got because of that? Now I've got KISS running thru my head. They call me...Doctor Love..I've got the cure you're thinkin of..Doctor Love..
I'm fairly certain I must work in one of the most dysfunctional offices in America. I'm sure everyone must feel this way from time to time, or even agree with it on most days. Seriously though, I wonder how these people manage to find their way to work each day, when at least twice a day for the last 5 years they've not been able to figure out how to ope
Having recently turned 30 and in the throws of playing "Hey, Where'd My 20s Go?", I now have relationship issues to add to it. This blog will hopefully be therapeutic in some way. Seems to help if i can write out my issues or whathaveyou. So why don't i just write in a journal then and be done with it? Yeah, well, why don't any of us? My SO (significa
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