One Who Is Lost

My clock radio is set to NPR. It really just makes me completely tense up any time the story happens to be covering the McCain campaign. It's just such a total repeat of the Bush show: Fear, fear, fear, be afraid, fear, fear. Can we be done with that now? Please?

I'm fine with roommates' boyfriends spending nights in the apartment. But, I'm sorry, when it comes to workday shower schedules, those who actually pay the rent take priority.

Not that I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for the boyfriend to finish the world's longest shower or anything *grumble, grumble*

And odds are I'll have no hot water once I get in there. *grumble, grumble more*

I miss having a best friend who lives nearby. I've tried being "one of the girls" here and it's just not the same. I mean, we get along and all, but I'm just too different from them in a lot of ways for true best friend-dom.

Apparently I need to keep my eye out for a 6'* or taller girl who shares the same name as eeyorekdm or my CO best friend.



*OK, maybe not 6', but when you're 5'2" and your two best friends are at least 5 inches taller than you, it might as well be...

Four day weekends are wonderful things until Monday rolls around cause then they just suck.

I'm taking care of the house and pets while my folks are in Cancun. I'm not bitter or jealous or resentful in the slightest. Oh no, not me.

It's such a trade off, I have more than enough money to take a wonderful vacation, but if I spend my savings on that then the longer I'm stuck here and not moving back east. Guess I'll just stick to dreams of winning the lottery despite the fact that I would actually have to play to do so. Details schmetails.

Ramble much?

My lesson learned from yesterday? Buying for two year olds is hard. I was shopping for a birthday present for my friend's daughter and everything was either for little babies or for 3+. Grrrrrrrr. I'm sure that she is advanced anough to handle the 3+ stuff that is marked thus because the makers think two year olds aren't intelligent enough/don't have the hand-eye coordination to handle it (as opposed to the ones marked 3+ due to small parts) but I don't know how much of a stickler her mom is about it. Oh well, stuffed animals are always good.

Bored out of my mind and ever-so frustrated. I'm back to the stage where I'm looking for a new job because this one is pissing me off so much. Found a really great position...in Westminster. Kind of defeats the purpose of living at home to save money if I spend all my money on gas and if I'm going to move, it sure as hell isn't going to be somewhere else in Colorado.

If I am being asked to absorb some of the job duties of one of the women who got laid off, am I justified in expecting a raise so my salary is a little closer to what her's was?

I need to spend less and save more. I've been pretty darn good with savings, but the better I get the sooner I can leave and I really am in the mood to leave. Remind me again why I thought putting off grad school 'til 2003 was a good idea?

I'm in a fairly deep rut socially as well, but then, if I lived somewhere else I wouldn't even have the social life I do now. How pathetic is that? How do you meet people without classes and dorms and all that stuff? All I have right now are the people I knew in high school and their college friends.

Basically just whine, gripe, moan, gripe, whine....somebody tell me something happy/funny to snap me out of the craptastic mood I have mired myself in. Please?

Hmmm... went to the St. Patrick's Day parade in FTC, guess I shouldn't be disappointed seeing as it's Ft. Fun, but come on! There was only one pipe band. However, that was made up for three country music blaring floats, a Jewish Celebration Dancers one, and countless political candidates driving pickup trucks with shamrocks on them.

Where was I a year ago today? Best to not think about it.

Why most the good going always go? Work was fine, work was dandy, due to a familial crisis Kathy will only be in sporadically for the next 3-4 months and now work sucks. I had just about got all the other people's tasks that I've had to assume all nice and balanced and now this. So I have to cover her duties while interviewing and training somebody for temporary coverage while completing my regualr tasks. Can anybody else hear the ticking time-bomb in my head?

My mom has even figured out delayed action ways to get on my nerves. As described previously, she has been getting on my nerves of late.

Yesterday evening we got home from a movie and all I wanted to do was curl up in my bowl chair and read, but no she had to be on the computer with the tv on as well. So, I go to my room and I can still hear the tv...i ask her to turn it down and she does only to turn it up when the heat comes on and leave it up when it shuts off again. So I ask her again to turn it down and she gets all pissy. I'm sorry if you're so deaf you need the tv at full volume, but I feel I should be able to be in my room with my door closed and not have to listen to Ally McBeal while I read. It would be ok if it was just background noise, but I can't concentrate if I can understand the words which I could, quite clearly. Grrrr!

So, in order to escape her noise I go upstairs to the living room. Guess what? She STILL has it so loud I can understand every word! So I end up in her bedroom on her bed, and then she has the gall to come upstairs and ask why I'm in there.

So today, I'm thinking "Yeah, house-to-myself time when I get back from work." Which, considering how irritatted I have been with her of late, I am sorely in need of, but no. She called me at work this morning to tell me she took "a goof-off day" and will be home all day including those precious few hours from when I get home to when she normally arrives. I think my head is going to explode!!

I guess it's kind of fitting that two years to the day after my mom's big car accident, I get in my first. Nothing big, just got rear-ended by somebody. Minimal car damage, scratches in the bumper (rubbermaid cars are good) and my neck and back were just wrenched a bit, but it was definitely the perfect ending to the perfect day. Our programmer had to update the order database all morning so I was stuck doing busywork while she worked on my computer. Then we had a budgetary meeting at noon that lasted TWO HOURS, so I had to try to get my whole days work done between 2 and 4. Let me tell you that this did not a happy taerowyn make. And then, to top off the day, some college girl decides to ram my car. GRRRRRRR to the world!