Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I think I'm Broken

So you know that feeling, when you fall off your bike as an adult and you really want your mommy?  I'm totally with you on that one.  Any mommy will do so long as they hug you and put that very important over-sized band aid on your owie.

But when I'm sick?  Not like a cold sick, because everyone wants to stay away then anyway, but like, my head hurts so much really I'm just touch-typing so forgive any odd errors? And please don't turn on the lights, they hurt  my eyes... That kind of sick?  As soon as I think how awesome a psychic link to a parental-like unit would be and could they come take care of me...almost immediately I wince...and then I wince again because MY HEAD HURTS! DON'T MOVE IT THAT WAY! And think ugh, no, please everyone just leave me alone in my misery.

And the people around me (not literally, because see above I've sent them away, I mean, like the ones I know) look at me all strange that I want to go lick my wounds (as it were) on my own instead of having someone fussing over me.  Why are you here?  What are you doing aside from feeling helpless because you can't do anything?  Because that's what I feel when I'm taking care of you, you know...but like any time I'm called on to look after someone.  Even when I know I can cook you a meal or draw you a bath or make your bed, the entire time I'm thinking I'm totally useless because none of this is easing your pain or making you feel better.  I can't take that away directly so what good am I doing?  (I did mention broken?)

So it must be that others don't feel this way, even when they're trying (and I'm not letting them) to tend to me.  They must feel...something.  It's no surprise to anyone that I didn't go into the medical profession, is it?

But I've been getting these SLAM YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD headaches way past allergy season, so I thought I'd note it down to keep track.  Today, yep, have one.  It's unusually warm (73 degrees predicted) for the end of September.  Maybe something is still blooming? My sinuses seem to think so.

Monday, August 17, 2015

At Least It Wasn't A Tether Ball Pole...

I'm calling it a win-win situation here.  I have a short-term built in excuse for being even more clumsy than usual.  Head injuries will do that.

And my boyfriend has officially learned that BAD THINGS HAPPEN when I get rushed.

Also?  Lesson learned.  Push your car door open PAST the resistance/bounce-back point.

So I have a new car.  (YEY! New car!) And I'm the first to admit that I'm still learning all the random details associated with it - I think I may have finally figured out how to make a radio really, it's harder than you'd think - you have the 8 buttons on the radio, but buahaha, magically you can have 40 presets if you enter the right combination of A, B, Left Arrow, Select, Right Arrow, Start - sorry, I was getting the it mixed up with the Konami codes of yore.  Seriously I feel old and out of touch with some of these things.  My car has NO DIPSTICK!  I have to push buttons (again, in the right order) to get Skynet to tell me if I'm burning up my engine!

Where was I?  Right.  Head injury.

No, it is not because the car is so small I bumped myself getting in or out of it.  That would be funny in it's own right, but my 5' 3-ish" stature is EXACTLY the right size for this car.  Short people rule!

I hit my forehead...or rather, my forehead was hit by the driver's side door/window bouncing/swinging right into it (see above point of resistance).  Looking at this more positively, had I been taller I guess I might have broken my nose.  I was rushing (see above, don't make me rush) to move my car when I "jumped" in (as fast as my sad sore broken body does said "jumping" - obviously NOT fast enough) to move my car out of the way so we could go get some dinner.

The pain was at a level where you don't even yell.  You go all quiet because OMG what just happened.  And you're sitting there holding on to your head absolutely sure you've just lost brain matter...but you haven't, because it was just the window.  The not-very thick, in fact very straight-lined and narrow window that has blessed you with it's marking.  Why yes, I am indeed walking around with a red line across one side of my forehead going up into my hairline.  I know, work the sexy.

And again, at least it wasn't a tether ball pole that a random classmate had taken a running jump at to "swing off" of (because who puts tether balls on those poles anyway?  Why would anyone actually PLAY with playground equipment...  At least I wasn't in elementary school (6th grade? 7th? hard to recall - possibly because of the injury).  At least I wasn't KNOCKED TO THE GROUND, hard. At least this time my awesome flowered panties weren't exposed to the playground...and finally, at least it hasn't left me with a golf-ball sized bump that didn't go away overnight.  Ah memories...And you wonder why I hated recess.

A coworker had a birthday celebration today.  I think I deserve an extra slice of cake after all this awesome reminiscing.  And some Advil.

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Hello Summer!

Yes, must be going mad if I'm addressing the seasons now.

Right.  Well.  Let's pretend it hasn't been 4 months and jump right in.

Technology is awesome sometimes.  I am sitting here watching my 10 year old computer (a mac mini, the smallest computer I thought I'd ever own, you know, before my cell phone ended up with a faster processor and hard drive) copy onto a 32 gig usb drive that is smaller than my thumbnail.  Heh, it's a thumbnail drive!

I'm only copying off the music.  (Oh? My invisible internet readers ask, whyeverfor?  Okay, you probably don't really talk like that but I might have been watching too much Michael Mcintyre recently and he does, so now you do...)

See, I'm upgrading vehicles.  My new one, apparently, does not come with a CD player.  I know, right?  What is this world coming to!  Technology is silly sometimes too...but worry not new car owner, you can just connect your fancy fone (tm) to the car and viola!  You can become one of the Borg and meld with us (okay, way too many multiple and bad sci-fi references).


  1. I was raised on all those Terminator films and I purposefully chose NOT to install skynet in my new car.  I know, I know, I am a luddite and the machines will hunt me down for my why make it so easy for them to find me and my escape vehicle?
  2. Also, my fancy fone is going on 3 years too old.  I (gasp) use it to make phone calls, text, and navigate my way out of a paper sack, because I was not born with any sense of direction, and yes, play music.  Four things, only ONE of which can happen at a time because going on 3 years too old...given that I'll be using my car to, you know, get places, and see above no KIT car advances, I'm going to keep relying on my lovely google maps to tell me which left to take.
So!  In comes the USB.  Because the stereo is determined to be smarter than my phone, or something, apparently I can just load all my music onto it, and plug and play happens.  Yes, the future really is NOW.

So I've been sitting here watching the progress bar slowly slide across...I had NO IDEA how much music I owned.  This is only what I digitized 10 years ago, mind.  Somewhere along the way I uploaded different music onto the laptop that "replaced" my mini (it's still good as a dvd player, but not much else.)  Stage two will be to sort and delete.  And yeah, while I waited I thought maybe I'd update the world - still here.  Still knitting!  Still studying.  Life is good, promise.

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Right, Updating

I've been listening to Steven Briggs read me the Tiffany Aching Terry Pratchett Novels and my first thought was to re-use the Granny Weatherwax "I Aint'nt Dead" title...but then my second thoughts kicked in...(heh)

What?  You haven't read this series?  (Had it read to you? Audio books, how I adore thee.)  Get ye to a library, STAT!  These are such a must read/listen.  I'm going to send the Wee Free Men to my niece this Xmas, I think.  I /really/ hope she likes would make my Terry-Pratchett-reading heart swell.  But not too much, I hear that's a disease in real life.  And there is news there might be a fifth book coming!!!  (Squee!)  Except I'm forty and we don't squee.  Yes.  Right. Ahem.

So yeah, what news....people I have nothing.  I'm in some sort of funk.  I'm really tired too.  Yep, still haven't caught up with that whole sleep thing.  Working full time and taking one bloody class?  I do not know how people do it.  Or maybe they take ones that don't require 15 page research papers and such?  Oh my yes.  Multiple weekly homework assignments, extra reading, MATHS PROBLEMS, and now a freakin' research paper that was not presented as such - it was described as a 15 min. group presentation (yep, group work, good god how I abhor group work) with power point slides.  How this = RESEARCH paper, I have no idea.

Right, so yeah, still in school.  For now.  I did pass last quarter with a much higher grade than expected and then signed up for the WRONG TEACHER entirely for my needs for the "part two" class.  If all I were doing was this class I still don't think I'd have enough time to do the work in a way she expects it.  I'm burning the candle at both ends and am melting up the middle to see if I can do it there too.  If I were smug I'd say I aced the first test but OMG there was no "ace."  It was very hard work.  I made myself sick worrying about it.  I think I need to take next quarter off.  Seriously.  If my first quarter teacher isn't teaching part three?  Yeah, fuggetaboutit.  I yield.  Uncle.

I've put it on the interwebs, so I really must mean it.

And hello to you all and happy new year!  And who knows when I'll sneak some time to do this again soon...heh.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I Need More Sleep

I am assuming it is sleep deprivation that is making me grumpy.  No, not grumpy...on edge.  Yes.  Extra sensitive, even more yes.

I have too many work people on my Face-place feed to make this next statement:

If YOU did not put the kettle to boil someone else did.  That someone is PROBABLY the person gathering her things to make tea.  DO NOT plant yourself in front of the kettle thinking you can take the boiling water BEFORE the person who filled and set the kettle to boil.  DO.NOT.

I almost got Mr. Furious on her.  Seriously, it's stupid, and yet (not the best quality, but if you're angry enough you don't see straight anyway):

YEP, need more sleep....

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Guilt Post

It's been twice this month since, when commenting on someone else's blog post) I was asked to type in my blog address.  You know, this one, the one I last tried my hand at writing something, in May.  Granted it is still 2014.  And it was Summer (doesn't everyone take Summer off?) Yes, I'm making excuses.

But it was Summer.  And even the Seattle Times was calling it our "neverending" summer.  Because Monday?  Yes, TWO DAYS ago? I kid you not, it was 77 degrees.  Yes, October.  Yes, 77.  Not a type-o.  But then yesterday happened and I guess it's officially Fall now for the rest of the week.

I'd complain more but I haven't actually been leaving work during the hot and humid afternoons.  I've been staying far far FAR too late into the night as I've decided to do something super crazy pants...I've started taking an Accounting class.  Those of you know know me IRL are like, um, "Why? Isn't that what you like do already?"  And yes.  And the fact is (or so my transcripts tell me) I've never taken a business OR accounting class EVER and if I wanted to, oh I dunno, take the CPA exam - NOT THAT I AM, just, you know, in case, I have to have a million (maybe not /that/ many) accounting or business class credits in order to qualify for it.  It doesn't matter that I have multiple degrees, they don't care - okay, they want me to have a BA, but it doesn't matter in what, which is good.  What counts are the units.

I took one Economics class in College.  I'm still not sure if that counts.  If it does then I only need to take like 6 more classes and then the UW Accounting Certificate course...and then I'll be set.  At the rate I'm going it'll take me about... 6 years.  And I've committed to nothing except taking this one class.  I think my coworkers hoped it'd be a "gateway class" that will leave me wanting more.  As it is I am thisclose to signing up for next quarter because we are only using HALF the text book!  This means the other half will be used for the next class and damnit I didn't pay $303 to only use half a book! (Yep, $300 for a textbook, highway robbery.)  So instead I'll pay another $540 (OMG school is expensive) so that I can have been tortured for two whole quarters instead of one!  And by then I'll think, there is only one more course in the series...why not the third...

Okay, I guess I've committed myself to $2k worth of classes, damn you co-workers.

So yeah...this class is not my excuse for not visiting this site.  This is only week three.  But it already seems like I've always had to work until 10 PM.  It's been 17 years since I last took a class.  It's not quite like riding a bike.  Not when you're working 40+ hours a week.

And there's my alarm - yes, timed blogging.  But I think I got enough out for now.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Vacations for Everyone!

The good news is that the person covering for me did not dump everything she didn't get to back on my plate the moment I got back.

The bad news is that the temp, whose contract ended while I was out, did not do the work I assigned her while I was gone...and this wasn't found out until just now...days before our next set of deadlines.  Um, "yey."  (If you can read that in that small voice Cyril - form Archer uses?  Yeah, that's me right now...)

The really really bad news is that I am jet-lagged.  But for why you  might ask?  Because I've been living in THE FUTURE for the last three weeks.  And time travel is no joke.  Just ask my addled system that, though the sun is SHINING IN MY FACE, is utterly convinced it really is the middle of the night tomorrow.  This must be what it's like to go through a summer in the upper latitudes, you know, where the sun doesn't go down?  Yeah.  I understand now.  Not that I ever thought I needed to.

And yet!  I think everyone needs a multi-week vacation.  It is fantabulous!  The whole not being at work?  It takes a whole week for your body to just get used to not being at work!  It's that second week that you finally relax and remember what it feels like for your shoulders to NOT be stuck to the bottom of your earlobes!  It's week three that I started checking work emails...but only, you know, when there was both internet AND down time.  The two did not coincide very often.  Not complaining too much.

And where did I go?  Down under.  And I did not die!

Will I survive this jet lag thing though?  Still remains to be seen.  Must.Find.Caffeine.