Got a call back from someone at the new job, and it turns out that I have yet another test/assessment to take before getting the job. I have no idea what this one is going to involve, but I do know that I'll be very grateful when this whole process is over and I can start my new job.
March 2005 Archives
enough said.
Over the past couple of weeks I've completely lost my urge to blog, and on the few occasions I've thought about it, I mentally shrug and move on without so much as logging in. I guess this is just one more of the many enjoyable side effects of burnout.
I have no motivation whatsoever. I don't want to work, I don't want to write, I just want to go home, grab a book, and curl under the covers with the puppykins.
This entry is solely a shoutout to the kids. Interims came out yesterday, and the results were good overall, especially A's. He's made outstanding progress - really applied himself this quarter, and his grades reflect that. I'm so proud!
Wow. I'm in rough shape today. I knew I was tired, but didn't realize just how bad it was until I almost poured water into my bottle without taking the cap off first. Only 4.5 hours left...
For the past two days I've brought my mp3 player in to work with me, and I love it more now than I ever did before. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy listening to music, so yesterday I listened to Bif Naked, Josh Groban, and New Found Glory. Mikeand I listened to some AC/DC and Simple Plan on the way in this morning, and I kept up the Simple Plan trend until the battery died, leaving me music-less for the rest of the day. Oddly enough, the battery waited to shut down until I started typing this entry. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.
I didn't think today was going to hit "decent" by any stretch of the imagination, much less make it to "good," but I'm having a great day. I'm wearing my favorite Banana Republic pants and a sweater of Mike's (it smells like him, so I keep sniffing it periodically), and I've been in a fantastic mood all morning. I have physical therapy tonight, which I'm actually looking forward to. Yeah, I have to do some exercises, but having a heat pack on my neck followed by a massage? As far as I'm concerned, that's a great way to de-stress from work.
The epiphany mentioned in the title occurred when Mike commented that focusing on making myself happy wasn't selfish. There are several things that are taking away from my happiness right now, so I'm going to be working on changing or eliminating those. It seems simple now that all the pieces have clicked into place, but until he said that, being happy wasn't a goal of mine. It was something I wanted, but never put more thought into it than that, so his comment and observations were exactly what I needed.
It was raining when I woke up today, and has been doing so steadily ever since. I love the rain, as long as there's nowhere I need to go and I can sit inside, watching and listening to it. Eventually the watching gets old and I move on to something else, but it's still nice to hear it in the background. Days like this are also nice to stay at home and snuggle in bed with Mike and the puppykins, but as nice as it is to think about staying home today, we had to come in to work, and it's going to be another late day for us.
Added a link to my writings page and working on linking to my pictures, but Mozilla is not my friend tonight, so that may take a bit.
Tears drip down my face
and mingle with my running nose.
Why can't I be pretty when I cry?
Raw emotion escapes
in spite of my attempts to hold it back.
I hate the weakness it shows,
yet welcome the relief it brings in its wake.
On the way home Friday, the truck was in its first accident. Mike has a thing about his trucks getting rear-ended (you can read about it here), and this just confirmed that for him. He picked me up at work at our normal time and drove until we hit traffic in the HOV lanes, at which point we switched spots so he could take a nap while I drove. Unfortunately, this switch meant I was the one driving when the accident happened. We were stopped at a red light, and I moved forward to see if I could turn right on the red. There was traffic coming from the opposite direction though, so I stopped to wait until they had passed, and about 20 seconds after I had stopped, a car slammed into us from behind. We turned into the parking lot of a nearby restaurant, and Mike checked the truck for damage while I exchanged information with the other driver. She was very nonchalant about it, but her two daughters were with her, and one of them was very upset. Luckily, no one was seriously hurt and there was no damage that we could see to the truck at all. That wasn't the case for her car though; the entire front end was crumpled. I still don't completely understand the woman's reason for why she wasn't paying attention, although it doesn't really matter because it all comes down to her not paying attention. That's not a good way to drive, period, but especially not with your kids in the car. I'm just glad ours weren't with us when this happened.
There's so much going through my mind right now, but I can't put it all into words. It's very frustrating because I want to, and normally I'm pretty good at expressing myself, but today I'm not.
Yesterday was a long day for us, although it didn't feel like it. Mike needed to work late, so I stayed at work till 4:30 and then left to meet him at his clients' office. As soon as I got there, we went back out to get dinner at a nearby pizza and sub place. It turns out that they offer free delivery, which will come in handy next time we want subs from there. It's not too far away, so it would be a nice walk in spring, summer, and fall, but in the cold, windy weather we had yesterday it was not pleasant. The funniest part of the trek to and from the restaurant was his soda splashing him. I'm still not sure how it happened since the lid was on his soda cup, but as we were walking, it somehow splashed up onto him, getting on his face, his hand, his shirt...it was hilarious.
Before we left, the kids' mom called to let us know she was taking Z to the ER because he hadn't stopped coughing all afternoon. Thankfully it didn't end up being anything serious, but it was still a bit of a scare because he's had some serious breathing problems in the past. Since she was at the hospital with Z, we called a couple of times to check on the other kids and make sure everything was going okay there. H has strep throat so she stayed home from school yesterday, and when she talked to Mike earlier, she'd asked if I could call her. When I called, she started telling me that she'd seen Elf and how much she liked it. She also talked me through the stages of getting the dvd started, from taking it out of the box to starting the movie. That conversation was one of the best parts of yesterday.
When we finally made it home after a stop at the bank (for me) and one at EB Games (for Mike), we were greeted at the door by Maddy, who had gotten out of her kennel (they're supposed to be in separate kennels until we take them to the vet on Saturday to get their stitches removed) and was frantically bouncing around, waiting for us to get inside. Apparently when I put them in their kennels yesterday morning, I didn't make sure that all of the gates were shut, unintentionally giving her a day of freedom. Max, of course, was not thrilled about being stuck in her kennel while her sister frolicked around, so she was more than ready to get out by the time we got home. Luckily, the only casualties of Maddy being out were a chewed paper bag and notepad, and a nicely placed pile of poo, strategically located on two of my clean pairs of work pants. Between cleaning that up and cleaning out their litter boxes, I was tired of picking up shit by the time I went to bed.
Mike and I finally watched the Village Sunday night. Everything I'd seen about it (previews, trailers, etc.) gave me the impression that it was some creepy horror flick, but that's not really what it was about. While I'm not a Joaquin Phoenix fan, I thought he was perfect as Lucius; I found myself liking the character and the scene where he and Ivy are talking on the porch is my favorite from the whole movie. The ending wasn't much of a surprise for me because Mike had mentioned something that gave me a general idea of where it was going to go, but I still enjoyed the movie and its premise. I'm very disappointed that it wasn't a horror flick though, because after watching some horror flicks with Mike (especially Saw and Ju-on), I've found myself really beginning to like the genre.
Snake's in the office today, and since it's suddenly smelling awful in here, I think it's safe to say he brought farts with him.
