All day today, I have had two songs stuck in my head, battling for brainspace: Sweetheart, by Frankie and the Knockouts, and Jet Boy, by the New York Dolls. So 'splain me how *those* two come to be headfellows, hmm?
Though I would have you know that they actually *can* be mixed together. Just so you know, just in case it ever should turn up as a question on Jeopardy, or something.
One annoying thing I do that really drives me batshit and I just did is that I *always* try to spell 'York' with a 'u'. Like Y-o-u-r-k. I do not know if I am trying to spell it phonetically, or if my fingers are templating through (mine own term, what I just made up just now!) trying to spell the more common 'you', but regardless, it annoys me, and I have done it all my life, but only if I am typing. So I guess all my *typing* life. Whatever; my father was born there, and I have been enough that one would think I could muddle through it, but no. 'parrently not. Sigh.
Speaking of being annoyed, I also find it annoying that Meg O'Myheart refuses to fucking phone me when she is out travelling with the poker stuff. I have to resort to reading her god damned blog to find out what in the hell she did each day. Her idea of 'staying in touch' is to text message me extremely infrequently with 'Squooshballs!' (to which Custom mandates that I respond with 'Indestructiballs!').
Yes, I do inflict my cat stories upon EVERYONE. Not just my blog.
Butsoanyway.
She is really getting on my last nerve with this crap. And for what it's worth, Meg would tell you that she does not have a blog, because blogs are très way gay; she has a 'poker website'.
Sigh. So I call it a blog whenever I can.
So I have to read her fucking blog in order to find out how she is doing, game-wise...or if she is even still numbered amongst the living. She has been gone for a few weeks now, and comes back around the beginning of September, if I am remembering correctly. Or it might be the end of August, I forget; the university at which she teaches is off from mine by around a week and a half to two. And I am LONELY. Pfft. Selfish biznitch.
I am eating dark chocolate and sitting on my sofa. I was watching Undead, which sucketh, but I just changed to Back to the Future III, 'cos I can no longer handle all the sucking that was going on in that sucky, sucky movie. Except for the fish in the boat part; that part is *funny*…though I do not think it was supposed to be. Silly Aussies. Plus, BttF (I, II, and III) are ranking in my fave films of all time; I do not actually *have* a list, but were I to, they would be Up There. I have no idea why, but I can watch all three of them again, and again, and again, and be happy as hell about it. :-D Plus, I have dark chocolate.
I am so very menstruating; does it show?
I am difficult to get along with sometimes (Hey! I heard that!), but I have really been getting along with The Wacky Divorcée at Job 2. I mean like we are becoming fairly ok friends-ish-ly-stuff-kinda. I am going to have to name her, 'cos I am trying to take her with me when I leave.
Yeah, leave; gawd willin' and the crik don't rise (or however that goes), I am moving over to a different Job 2. I did this before.
Eviljob = Always The Same Corporate-Type Job Which I Now Do Part-Time
Job 2 = Striving To Be Bigger, Better, Faster, More; Faster, 'Codiacat! Kill! Kill!. eventually shall do this my whole life.
I need a legend on this blog, I swear. Or at least a 'You Are Here' arrow.
For Amelia, my friend who moved here from MN, and could not understand (or care!) any less about all this striving nonsense that is Job 2 to which I subject myself, I had to come up with a parallel, so here: Right now, Job 2 is kind of like Andie's job in The Devil Wears Prada, only with neurocognitive stuff instead of haute couture. There is constantly a deadline, everywhere an emergency, and just all manner of fun hurry-up-and-wait schtuff. And prima donnas. Yes, researchers can be prima donnas. This is a very high-stress situation; we have a lot of burn-out. Plus, it is not exactly what I want to do. Close, and they can afford a LOT of new toys (my 'Miranda' wrote the book on getting paid, geek-style), and now that I have been around, I can still go back and plead to someone and get to use the stuff, I am certain. But I am just tired of it. And I have put in my time, so I do have a lot more open to me now, and so forth. It will just be elsewhere.
I have grown tired of having everything be last-second, and feeling as if everything were my responsibility. Well, I always feel like that, but...now more so. And after this long, it is a little suffocating; I have spent the past few months feeling as if I am drowning. So there are more changes on the way. :-) I think most of them are good. I will miss a lot of the people I work with now, but I can still see them. And I get to go back and play with machines and things. And less stress. This might work out to be a pretty ok Holiday Season.
It is just a few weeks away, you know.
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