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Eliza is back from Paris and has posted a couple of photo-filled entries. I WISH I WAS THERE.
I'm grateful that I made it through another week at work.
Ho.Ly. Crap. Life in cubicle-land just got a HELL of a lot more annoying. A new neighbor moved in, the next isle over. She's from New York, and calls everyone "Hon" and "Babe", and talks AT THE TOP OF HER VOICE ALL THE TIME. And CACKLES. Yarg.
Nothing, yet.
"My first, my last, my everything
and the answer to all my dreams.
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star,
my kind of wonderful, that's what you are.
(beat...)
I know there's only, only one like you.
There's no way they could have made two.
You're all I'm living for,
your love I'll keep for evermore,
you're the first, my last, my everything."
-- Barry White, "The First, The Last, My Everything"
Because yes, I have the CD in the truck and yes, I listened to it on the way to work.
2003 - Some laundry.
2002 - Surviving the dentist.
2001 - News of Grammy.
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August 13, 2004
Stuff and Nonsense
It's Friday the 13th and I'm thinking of Heather, who has a special affection for the date. Halloween is her favorite holiday, and I would wish for a Friday the 13th in October just for her. Unfortunately, the next time a Friday the 13th falls in October isn't until the year 2006. She'll probably have a party. I'd better be invited.
Calvin and I are thinking of going to the Made in the Shade beer festival up in Flagstaff this weekend. Marie has to work, which actually works out since they don't allow minors into the festival. I do hope we follow through with it instead of this being another one of those, "Hey, why don't we..." things that we end up blowing off. I really want to go because, a) Flagstaff is approximately five hundred degrees cooler than the Phoenix area; and b) hey, it's beer. Oh, and c) I love little mini road trips. It's a two-hour drive, which is just about right for my patience (and bladder). Of course, everyone and their uncle's cousin's sister's boyfriend will probably be on the road this weekend, playing keepers of the speed on a two-lane highway up and down mountains.
Which is fine. Calvin and I entertain ourselves with wide-ranging topical conversations and two CD cases full of everything from rap to disco to metal to rock to Yanni. Heh. If we go, I shall take pictures. Perhaps that will qualify for my WordGoddess contribution this month - "In Progress". I'm brain-farting on this one, don't have a clue what to write (WTF? I actually typed "right" first). So, in progress along the road? Through the weekend? Through life? Gah, I don't know. I'll have to wing it and hope our Fearless Collab Leader will forgive the lame attempt.
So, the anxiety continues. Calvin has been wonderfully supportive, giving hugs while I boo-hoo and trying to help me figure out what the hell is wrong with me. We talked about the possibility that it might be because the Bad Anniversary is coming up next week. Three years, and it hasn't gotten any easier at all. Calvin says I was feeling and acting the same way at this time last year. That might actually be part of the problem, so maybe I can be optimistic about getting beyond next week and starting to feel better.
I got to thinking this morning about ways I could "change my environment" to see if it's a lifestyle adjustment I need to de-stress myself. AcronymCo is switching its wage calculation to calculate overtime as anything over 40 hours a week, instead of anything over 8 hours a day, which is how it has been for years. With that change is the opportunity to possible have a more flexible schedule, as long as the 40 hours in a week is accomplished. So I've asked my manager if, instead of five 8-hour days, I can work four 10-hour days. I think a Monday through Thursday schedule with every Friday off would be just the thing. She's got to clear it with her boss, first, so certainly nothing is definite. Cross your fingers for me.
The Olympics kicks off tonight. True to tradition, we'll be watching the opening ceremonies from the comfort of the hot tub - summer games, instead of winter, this time. I know there are some who like summer over winter, or vice-versa, but I like aspects of them both. Swimming and gymnastics are my favorite summer events, downhill skiing and singles figure skating are my favorite winter events. This year I paid close attention to the qualifying rounds of the swim events, so I'm picking out a couple of favorites to win this year.
I just got back from lunch with friends, and went into the ladies room. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the only word I could use to describe my appearance is "wilted". Good God, it is so damned humid right now, with big rolling thunderheads making an appearance on the horizon. Which is awesome - I love a good monsoon - but I want to make it home before it hits.
I hate feeling sticky. Just walking into the office from the parking lot, I had a sheen of sweat covering me. I don't "glow", I sweat. My face gets really, really red. I'm just trying to sit still at my desk and cool the hell off, and it's taking forever.
Gah, I think I'm going to give up on this entry for today. I didn't really have much of anything to say, just felt like writing. I've been looking a bit through my archives lately, and I've been actually enjoying the "what I did/thought about/complained about today" entries. It's the filler stuff in between the "events" in life that I'm learning to appreciate.
Humph. Not much to appreciate about this entry, though.
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