Thursday Updates.

[angelak]

Here goes Thursday.
Took a sick day yesterday to recoup after getting off on Tuesday and crashing all night except for a phone call to Jim - and then sleeping through my alarm over an hour.

I woke up part way through the day because I had to. Or I thought I had to. I figured I had a Dentist apt on Feb 7 at 10.

No, it was March 7.

I was awake and not wanting to go to work.
I went to my mom’s. Spent the day there. Feeling dramatically better by eveningtime… I did shopping for my wisdom teeth ordeal this weekend (soft foods non solid)… and then bought a recumbent bike so that I may play WoW/Watch movies/TV/perhaps chat while actually not being entirely lazy. I had already arranged for my brother to help design and help me build a shelf to handle my laptop.

I have it situated in my living room now. It fits amazingly okay – and I am committed to actually use it because I spent some good money on it. I tried it out last night with half a movie. I didn’t want to watch the whole “Bruce Almighty,” movie because… I had to go to bed to go to work. Slept in half an hour this morning and headed to work an hour late – but that’s okay. I have 277 hrs of sick leave. I have used no more than 30 hours a year for the past 4-5 years. I feel warranted to ensure I go into this wisdom teeth ordeal without a head cold on top of it all. It feels like I may have rested it out and let my body settle the battlefields from within… because my throat doesn’t hurt – it had been starting to, and I only have the crud.

Tonight is PPC.
Jim comes over tonight to avoid potential hassle of him driving over Friday morning. He has no class Fridays and requested the day off from work.

This is good. He RST’d for the army and so he fully understands if we go to his apartment he is after Friday at noonish responsible for taking the dogs out when they ask, and making me food, and getting me the general things I will need.
He is sweet and genuinely seems to be looking forward to that. So, at least if I feel like poop I can see Jim the whole time. I told him if I was snoozing a lot (which I assume drugs and blah will be making this happen) he is welcome to play WoW. The good news is the new arrangement in his bedroom enable this to be less annoying (if MMRPG can be less annoying) because he’ll actually be closer to the bed :P

Sporting a shiny new 32” inch LCD TV… that we arranged just so, will be fabulous.

On a separate note; I realize the stress of January was largely work-related. I am paying more attention to when I am unhappy: it seems to be centered on the workplace shifts. I applied for position #1 and I knew that was going to be most likely for interview experience and not actually to get anywhere.

Position #2? It’s doubtful I will get it. Bad attitude – yes, I know. My boss was motivational about applying. But somehow – I don’t feel like I can research what questions will be asked and really give better answers than my competition. With that true mindset, there’s little chance I can go in and blow anyone away. The reluctance in either scene to apply bites at my heels.

I will be here, doing my same job until I decide to make a jump. To where-ever, when-ever.

My life is a little rusty as it is. You know – settled. Rut-like. I have my convenient location that is sometimes too good to be true.
And yet it is obnoxious…
I had a list last year about why I wanted to move out.
It’s almost been a year since I first started thinking on moving.
There is of course rumor the house I considered renting with Cristin may be opening up. It’s 3 bedrooms? A little older. And a full block away from work, opposed to literally in the same parking lot as work.

I suppose I could wait and watch for that and see if I could find roomies.
There’s a part of me that wishes I could move out with the guys when they search for a house after their current apt lease is up. Ernest will be moving to central WA and they may need one more roomie. But that – again, is a big move and I don’t want to creep Jim out. Even if I’d be okay jumping to a huge commute for it.

Things are going really well as it is, and I’m a little gun-shy of domestically partnering with a significant other. This time it is more or less his reaction than my own.

I have it in my head how I’d want it to work – but I don’t know if I have enough courage to talk about it. Anyone else been in this position before? Whatever crappy advice that I may or may not agree with is welcome.

(IE- my own bedroom for my own space, possibly even requesting to have my own bathroom and paying more or something like that).

Whatever the case. I hope this year isn’t like last: I research leaving and then give up.
But people like to say lots of stuff about how my location is. I just hate that all my co workers are looking in my yard, commenting on what I do on my days off, or even if I call in sick I feel like the world is watching my car. Or the fact that EVERY time, I am responsible for the yard. And yard work is not my strong suit.

The world being my co-workers.

So: New position has potential for more money and more dynamic thinking.
My comrade and co worker is applying obviously.
It will be opening in a week or so.
I feel grossly un-prepared to answer questions because I was grossly unprepared last time.

I’d like to switch jobs but my heart seems so low about it all.
This causes overall stress to rise. January was a wash because of this.

I’m a little idle in my home-life. I wish I didn’t live alone.
I’m fighting with the conflict of bugging Jim first, and then presenting the idea to Mike about moving in.

I’m evaluating the problem areas of the household right now and contemplating how much I’d be willing to deal with.

1- Mike doesn’t often pay for his share of stuff sometimes and he uses too much electricity.
2- Ernest is the bigger culprit about kitchen grime. My question – does the overflow of yucky dishes leave if Ernest leaves?

That’s on that note.
Then like I said – house around the block may open. But who would I get to rent it with me? And then, they may or may not choose me for it. Blah, right? More applying for something. More hoping for something. I almost want to get away from city rentals entirely other than the fact they’re a steal.

Separate:

The flowing of reality is beginning to annoy me. Day in, day out. Maybe if I just switched it up a little?

Today, however – will be awesome because after my PPC meeting filming, Jimmy is coming over after to class to stay. Yeay! I have to say – I feel a lot like I’m still going through NRE and we’re almost hitting our one year mark. I’m really digging that.

My personal opinion on the ingredients to a Jim:
30 parts = one person
3 Parts Frugal
5 Parts Cute
4 Ball-zy
3 Sexually Charged
5 Funny as hell
4 Smart
2 Forgetful
4 Hot

It’s not scientific!
Eh Anyways.
So work is bleh.
Home is okay.

The wisdom teeth come out tomorrow and then I will be all BLAOHOTALKEW crappy.
I bought a mocha and realized that it is too sweet for my liking. BLeh.

I usually buy a double-short-latte-with a shot of Irish crème.
The coffee lady was like, “this is so out of character…”
it was funny!
Anyways.

Travis is cool. He said he might visit me this weekend when my teeth are gone and my face is fat and bruised! Hahaha.
The girls were going to until they heard I’ll be in T-Towne.
Whatevah~!

Anyway. I’m having ADD. I should go uh. Do other stuff or something.


-Angela