Not the only ship adrift on this ocean

So apparently I have less time when I'm unemployed. Hurm. Or else I lack the discipline to sit down and write. That's probably it, too (at least partly). I mean, I write all day for work (when I have it); and it usually feels like I'm writing a term paper for which I don't have all the research done and need to pull an all-nighter. So... less than fun and/or creatively fulfilling, n'est ce pas?

On the plus side (I think), I got a job offer today. A former co-worker referred me to a consulting firm he used to work for. It's a 6-month contract that will allow telecommute (once we're established, so March-ish which is at least in time for faire). The client isn't far, either. However, it's still in the finance industry (jeebus, I know that's my experience thus far but a good Instructional Designer knows how to ask targeted questions to get up to speed on any industry! I'd like to try something new before I moulder ktxbye!) so that's a little meh. I know the pace will be hard as things are changing so rapidly. But hey, there will be overtime which will make up for the $3/hr less I'll be making...

I know, I know... I should be excited that I have a job. I am a little relieved, but today largely meh on the whole affair. Maybe because I didn't get things done like I wanted to (which is especially important as faire prep will be upon me before I know it), or maybe because I got reiki on Saturday for the first time in YEARS and stuff is just... processing. *shrug* Dunno.

Or maybe I'm still learning that 9 months after surgery and 5 months after radiation haven't quite given me all my endurance back. DAMMIT. Last week I planned to Get Things Done on Tuesday and was felled by Cramps of Doom and General Malaise. Could barely manage lunch and dishes. Wednesday I was Get Things Done Girl, running all kinds of errands with zest and aplomb, and generally rockin' it. Thursday? *boomsplat* UNFAIR! I feel mostly like myself. And then a house lands on me and I recover, only to feel enough like myself for long enough that I think I've turned a corner, and there's another house falling from the sky headed for yours truly. Bah. Feh. Blarg.

Sorry, I am rambly today but I am actually writing so I'm hesitant to stop... only now I can't think of what to say.

Oh YEAH!

Banks are evil.

I'm with a smaller bank that got great consumer ratings on customer service and such, and so far they're OK but I am sick of their deposit holding policies. Every Christmas, I get a check from my folks. And EVERY GODDAMN YEAR my bank holds it for 10 days. And the reasons change. At first it was because they had to verify the account due to the amount of the check. Blah blah blah. If I'd deposit after business hours, I'd get a letter in a couple days explaining. Only this year, I got the letter on JANUARY 14th, stating that my deposit done JANUARY 4th would be credited on JANUARY 13th. SERIOUSLY?!? Because someone suspected fraud? It's from MY FREAKING PARENTS! And it happens EVERY YEAR! Bastards. It's not quite "I want you to die in a fire" bad, but damn...

... and then there's the piece of shit who swiped my debit card number and racked up hundreds of dollars of fraudulent charges. That's not "Die in a fire" bad either, because I am so pissed that death is too easy; that means the pain stops. I'll take a cue from nostradomnatrix and recommend starting with the Red Ant Enema... and we'll see how things progress. The bitch of it is that I had to cancel that card, which means tracking down all the bills paid via that card. And they can't start the dispute process until the charges post to my account. There are a couple things pending (like when you shop on the interwebs but they don't charge the card until shipping) so that can't be fixed yet. Though if it was interwebs shopping, then we have an address and I can find out where they live and make their life a living hell prosecute to the full extent of the law.

Good times.

I had intended to use that money to sign up at the LA Fitness that everyone goes to... so I guess that's a next week sort of thing. Only I start work next week. Again I say meh.

At least yesterday was a great day. (Not that today's bad— just blah.) Hit Half Price Books with arbiter_of_cool and we both found some stuff we wanted; I even had gift cards. Though he scored two signed poetry books by his favorite poet, so that was the big FTW! moment.

However, I was smart enough to buy this little treat for myself with a little Krimmas money... it arrived today and it is GORGEOUS:


So though I have gained enough weight thanks to the hormone therapy (stupid cancer!) that I loathe pics of me more than usual (fatFATFAT face—which was my only good feature left!), and generally hate being seen by anyone in public anymore... I will have to attempt a night at Panoptikon. I won't say "to do it justice," but at least break it in. Or something.

... and I'm spent.

No, really.

Not the only ship adrift on this ocean

So apparently I have less time when I'm unemployed. Hurm. Or else I lack the discipline to sit down and write. That's probably it, too (at least partly). I mean, I write all day for work (when I have it); and it usually feels like I'm writing a term paper for which I don't have all the research done and need to pull an all-nighter. So... less than fun and/or creatively fulfilling, n'est ce pas?

On the plus side (I think), I got a job offer today. A former co-worker referred me to a consulting firm he used to work for. It's a 6-month contract that will allow telecommute (once we're established, so March-ish which is at least in time for faire). The client isn't far, either. However, it's still in the finance industry (jeebus, I know that's my experience thus far but a good Instructional Designer knows how to ask targeted questions to get up to speed on any industry! I'd like to try something new before I moulder ktxbye!) so that's a little meh. I know the pace will be hard as things are changing so rapidly. But hey, there will be overtime which will make up for the $3/hr less I'll be making...

I know, I know... I should be excited that I have a job. I am a little relieved, but today largely meh on the whole affair. Maybe because I didn't get things done like I wanted to (which is especially important as faire prep will be upon me before I know it), or maybe because I got reiki on Saturday for the first time in YEARS and stuff is just... processing. *shrug* Dunno.

Or maybe I'm still learning that 9 months after surgery and 5 months after radiation haven't quite given me all my endurance back. DAMMIT. Last week I planned to Get Things Done on Tuesday and was felled by Cramps of Doom and General Malaise. Could barely manage lunch and dishes. Wednesday I was Get Things Done Girl, running all kinds of errands with zest and aplomb, and generally rockin' it. Thursday? *boomsplat* UNFAIR! I feel mostly like myself. And then a house lands on me and I recover, only to feel enough like myself for long enough that I think I've turned a corner, and there's another house falling from the sky headed for yours truly. Bah. Feh. Blarg.

Sorry, I am rambly today but I am actually writing so I'm hesitant to stop... only now I can't think of what to say.

Oh YEAH!

Banks are evil.

I'm with a smaller bank that got great consumer ratings on customer service and such, and so far they're OK but I am sick of their deposit holding policies. Every Christmas, I get a check from my folks. And EVERY GODDAMN YEAR my bank holds it for 10 days. And the reasons change. At first it was because they had to verify the account due to the amount of the check. Blah blah blah. If I'd deposit after business hours, I'd get a letter in a couple days explaining. Only this year, I got the letter on JANUARY 14th, stating that my deposit done JANUARY 4th would be credited on JANUARY 13th. SERIOUSLY?!? Because someone suspected fraud? It's from MY FREAKING PARENTS! And it happens EVERY YEAR! Bastards. It's not quite "I want you to die in a fire" bad, but damn...

... and then there's the piece of shit who swiped my debit card number and racked up hundreds of dollars of fraudulent charges. That's not "Die in a fire" bad either, because I am so pissed that death is too easy; that means the pain stops. I'll take a cue from nostradomnatrix and recommend starting with the Red Ant Enema... and we'll see how things progress. The bitch of it is that I had to cancel that card, which means tracking down all the bills paid via that card. And they can't start the dispute process until the charges post to my account. There are a couple things pending (like when you shop on the interwebs but they don't charge the card until shipping) so that can't be fixed yet. Though if it was interwebs shopping, then we have an address and I can find out where they live and make their life a living hell prosecute to the full extent of the law.

Good times.

I had intended to use that money to sign up at the LA Fitness that everyone goes to... so I guess that's a next week sort of thing. Only I start work next week. Again I say meh.

At least yesterday was a great day. (Not that today's bad— just blah.) Hit Half Price Books with arbiter_of_cool and we both found some stuff we wanted; I even had gift cards. Though he scored two signed poetry books by his favorite poet, so that was the big FTW! moment.

However, I was smart enough to buy this little treat for myself with a little Krimmas money... it arrived today and it is GORGEOUS:


So though I have gained enough weight thanks to the hormone therapy (stupid cancer!) that I loathe pics of me more than usual (fatFATFAT face—which was my only good feature left!), and generally hate being seen by anyone in public anymore... I will have to attempt a night at Panoptikon. I won't say "to do it justice," but at least break it in. Or something.

... and I'm spent.

No, really.

Not the only ship adrift on this ocean

So apparently I have less time when I'm unemployed. Hurm. Or else I lack the discipline to sit down and write. That's probably it, too (at least partly). I mean, I write all day for work (when I have it); and it usually feels like I'm writing a term paper for which I don't have all the research done and need to pull an all-nighter. So... less than fun and/or creatively fulfilling, n'est ce pas?

On the plus side (I think), I got a job offer today. A former co-worker referred me to a consulting firm he used to work for. It's a 6-month contract that will allow telecommute (once we're established, so March-ish which is at least in time for faire). The client isn't far, either. However, it's still in the finance industry (jeebus, I know that's my experience thus far but a good Instructional Designer knows how to ask targeted questions to get up to speed on any industry! I'd like to try something new before I moulder ktxbye!) so that's a little meh. I know the pace will be hard as things are changing so rapidly. But hey, there will be overtime which will make up for the $3/hr less I'll be making...

I know, I know... I should be excited that I have a job. I am a little relieved, but today largely meh on the whole affair. Maybe because I didn't get things done like I wanted to (which is especially important as faire prep will be upon me before I know it), or maybe because I got reiki on Saturday for the first time in YEARS and stuff is just... processing. *shrug* Dunno.

Or maybe I'm still learning that 9 months after surgery and 5 months after radiation haven't quite given me all my endurance back. DAMMIT. Last week I planned to Get Things Done on Tuesday and was felled by Cramps of Doom and General Malaise. Could barely manage lunch and dishes. Wednesday I was Get Things Done Girl, running all kinds of errands with zest and aplomb, and generally rockin' it. Thursday? *boomsplat* UNFAIR! I feel mostly like myself. And then a house lands on me and I recover, only to feel enough like myself for long enough that I think I've turned a corner, and there's another house falling from the sky headed for yours truly. Bah. Feh. Blarg.

Sorry, I am rambly today but I am actually writing so I'm hesitant to stop... only now I can't think of what to say.

Oh YEAH!

Banks are evil.

I'm with a smaller bank that got great consumer ratings on customer service and such, and so far they're OK but I am sick of their deposit holding policies. Every Christmas, I get a check from my folks. And EVERY GODDAMN YEAR my bank holds it for 10 days. And the reasons change. At first it was because they had to verify the account due to the amount of the check. Blah blah blah. If I'd deposit after business hours, I'd get a letter in a couple days explaining. Only this year, I got the letter on JANUARY 14th, stating that my deposit done JANUARY 4th would be credited on JANUARY 13th. SERIOUSLY?!? Because someone suspected fraud? It's from MY FREAKING PARENTS! And it happens EVERY YEAR! Bastards. It's not quite "I want you to die in a fire" bad, but damn...

... and then there's the piece of shit who swiped my debit card number and racked up hundreds of dollars of fraudulent charges. That's not "Die in a fire" bad either, because I am so pissed that death is too easy; that means the pain stops. I'll take a cue from nostradomnatrix and recommend starting with the Red Ant Enema... and we'll see how things progress. The bitch of it is that I had to cancel that card, which means tracking down all the bills paid via that card. And they can't start the dispute process until the charges post to my account. There are a couple things pending (like when you shop on the interwebs but they don't charge the card until shipping) so that can't be fixed yet. Though if it was interwebs shopping, then we have an address and I can find out where they live and make their life a living hell prosecute to the full extent of the law.

Good times.

I had intended to use that money to sign up at the LA Fitness that everyone goes to... so I guess that's a next week sort of thing. Only I start work next week. Again I say meh.

At least yesterday was a great day. (Not that today's bad— just blah.) Hit Half Price Books with arbiter_of_cool and we both found some stuff we wanted; I even had gift cards. Though he scored two signed poetry books by his favorite poet, so that was the big FTW! moment.

However, I was smart enough to buy this little treat for myself with a little Krimmas money... it arrived today and it is GORGEOUS:


So though I have gained enough weight thanks to the hormone therapy (stupid cancer!) that I loathe pics of me more than usual (fatFATFAT face—which was my only good feature left!), and generally hate being seen by anyone in public anymore... I will have to attempt a night at Panoptikon. I won't say "to do it justice," but at least break it in. Or something.

... and I'm spent.

No, really.

Not the only ship adrift on this ocean

So apparently I have less time when I'm unemployed. Hurm. Or else I lack the discipline to sit down and write. That's probably it, too (at least partly). I mean, I write all day for work (when I have it); and it usually feels like I'm writing a term paper for which I don't have all the research done and need to pull an all-nighter. So... less than fun and/or creatively fulfilling, n'est ce pas?

On the plus side (I think), I got a job offer today. A former co-worker referred me to a consulting firm he used to work for. It's a 6-month contract that will allow telecommute (once we're established, so March-ish which is at least in time for faire). The client isn't far, either. However, it's still in the finance industry (jeebus, I know that's my experience thus far but a good Instructional Designer knows how to ask targeted questions to get up to speed on any industry! I'd like to try something new before I moulder ktxbye!) so that's a little meh. I know the pace will be hard as things are changing so rapidly. But hey, there will be overtime which will make up for the $3/hr less I'll be making...

I know, I know... I should be excited that I have a job. I am a little relieved, but today largely meh on the whole affair. Maybe because I didn't get things done like I wanted to (which is especially important as faire prep will be upon me before I know it), or maybe because I got reiki on Saturday for the first time in YEARS and stuff is just... processing. *shrug* Dunno.

Or maybe I'm still learning that 9 months after surgery and 5 months after radiation haven't quite given me all my endurance back. DAMMIT. Last week I planned to Get Things Done on Tuesday and was felled by Cramps of Doom and General Malaise. Could barely manage lunch and dishes. Wednesday I was Get Things Done Girl, running all kinds of errands with zest and aplomb, and generally rockin' it. Thursday? *boomsplat* UNFAIR! I feel mostly like myself. And then a house lands on me and I recover, only to feel enough like myself for long enough that I think I've turned a corner, and there's another house falling from the sky headed for yours truly. Bah. Feh. Blarg.

Sorry, I am rambly today but I am actually writing so I'm hesitant to stop... only now I can't think of what to say.

Oh YEAH!

Banks are evil.

I'm with a smaller bank that got great consumer ratings on customer service and such, and so far they're OK but I am sick of their deposit holding policies. Every Christmas, I get a check from my folks. And EVERY GODDAMN YEAR my bank holds it for 10 days. And the reasons change. At first it was because they had to verify the account due to the amount of the check. Blah blah blah. If I'd deposit after business hours, I'd get a letter in a couple days explaining. Only this year, I got the letter on JANUARY 14th, stating that my deposit done JANUARY 4th would be credited on JANUARY 13th. SERIOUSLY?!? Because someone suspected fraud? It's from MY FREAKING PARENTS! And it happens EVERY YEAR! Bastards. It's not quite "I want you to die in a fire" bad, but damn...

... and then there's the piece of shit who swiped my debit card number and racked up hundreds of dollars of fraudulent charges. That's not "Die in a fire" bad either, because I am so pissed that death is too easy; that means the pain stops. I'll take a cue from nostradomnatrix and recommend starting with the Red Ant Enema... and we'll see how things progress. The bitch of it is that I had to cancel that card, which means tracking down all the bills paid via that card. And they can't start the dispute process until the charges post to my account. There are a couple things pending (like when you shop on the interwebs but they don't charge the card until shipping) so that can't be fixed yet. Though if it was interwebs shopping, then we have an address and I can find out where they live and make their life a living hell prosecute to the full extent of the law.

Good times.

I had intended to use that money to sign up at the LA Fitness that everyone goes to... so I guess that's a next week sort of thing. Only I start work next week. Again I say meh.

At least yesterday was a great day. (Not that today's bad— just blah.) Hit Half Price Books with arbiter_of_cool and we both found some stuff we wanted; I even had gift cards. Though he scored two signed poetry books by his favorite poet, so that was the big FTW! moment.

However, I was smart enough to buy this little treat for myself with a little Krimmas money... it arrived today and it is GORGEOUS:


So though I have gained enough weight thanks to the hormone therapy (stupid cancer!) that I loathe pics of me more than usual (fatFATFAT face—which was my only good feature left!), and generally hate being seen by anyone in public anymore... I will have to attempt a night at Panoptikon. I won't say "to do it justice," but at least break it in. Or something.

... and I'm spent.

No, really.