So What? I'm Still A Rock Star!

I got a PM from one of my co workers that possibly a passionate indulgence would cure my persistent knee and back pain, quicker and more efficient than the fentanyl patches. Ironically, it comes from the co worker who has been hitting on me for the past month or so ("You have a husband? Where is he? I don't see him anywhere." "Where's your ring?"). I think it was a hint that he wanted me to invite him over and hump the shit out of him on the living room floor or the nearest bed. While that would be ideal (not with him), I could barely move when I got up this morning.

My knees weren't just hurting, they were locked up and hurting. After a quick dose of something unmentionable, I was able to get up and work on my motherly deeds then post on the university message board about what I should do in regards to my knees - I want to go in to work on Monday.

Besides passionately humping Carl into a coma, I decided to try it on a smaller scale - get out the vibrator I got for my anniversary and try that. What would a couple of orgasms hurt? I was working away at my blissful pain relief, when I was bombarded by starving, bruised, neglected, cold children. Children my mother was supposed to be monitoring until bedtime.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!"
"Mommy, I fell down the stairs!"
"Mommy, I'm cold!"
"Mommy, I said I was hungry FIRST!"

Can anyone else believe that I have not gotten off since October????? I would have gotten off tonight, too, if it hadn't been for those meddling kids.

I was given more forms to fill out from my boss. I don't understand why I can't fill these out at work or why I could not have filled them out before I was hired. They're all pretty much the standard "Past employment" forms that really annoy me. I don't remember what I was making back in 1998 when I was a car hop at Sonic! I never saved my old paycheck stubs after I filed my taxes that year! How am I supposed to remember what I made?

Aside from being annoying, the forms are long and seemingly pointless. It's easy to get confused. There are six pages per job, and the questions aren't in any particular order. For example:

#25: "With the answer you provided on question #6, what was your goal for that term?"

Could they be more vague? What the hell? #25 is on page 5 and #6 is on page 2. The pages are "stapled" together with an environmentally friendly stapler that cuts a strip of paper and makes a tab, then inserts the strip into the tab. The strip is not long enough, but the slot is too long, so when going through the pages, they fall apart. I could just staple them together, but there's the red, blinding text on the top that says: "DO NOT STAPLE THESE FORMS WITH METAL STAPLES!" Why not? Are they going to be reviewed in an x-ray chamber or an autoclave?

*sigh*

I will get through this. I will get through this. My career is important to me. I'm exactly where I wanted to be...in 2007. I deserve to be happy. Happiness is just a state of mind. Things will get better. I must plow through more time. It will get better. I won't screw up the forms.

I feel a migraine coming on. I don't know why they are suddenly rearing their ugly heads once again.

Now I must sign off and go write on my reports. :(

Big news coming soon. Stay tuned! :)

I don't know if I should do one of those year-in-retro posts--again. I put one on my blog, but I have been neglecting the web for a couple of days now for a few reasons. The first being that I was downloading movies and waiting for them to burn onto DVD and then my husband is purging his computer. It's been purging since last night with no end in sight. At least a TB of space is being completely wiped clean. The other reason is that for the past nine and a half years, I have documented my life on the internet, and if you haven't been keeping up with the required reading for the course, you should exit the lecture hall now and save us both the time and effort.

Not really, of course. :)

Much of my content is no longer online, due to server switches, back up issues, and what I suspect was a 'lost package' in the mail. I can't imagine why someone who loves me would 'lose' the four discs I sent them over a year ago. ;) Of course if she's reading this and suddenly finds the box with the discs in them, they're only copies. I have originals, I'm just not a professional programmer and can't open the files anymore.

Not that I'm being snarky tonight. Not tonight. No, more like drunk with a touch of weed and a little white night riding.

*goes back to the party*

Have a happy New Year!

Consider this a late Christmas present. :) I have these codes, and, well, er, um, I really don't have any friends to distribute them to, so if anyone wants Dreamwidth invite codes, here are some:

( CODES?! GIMME!!! )

I got most of my Christmas shopping done today. I say most because there was one thing left that I couldn't buy with my "new computer" fund. I spent the money I was going to use for buying a new machine, into buying Christmas presents for my husband and kids. How's that for a sacrifice? Now I'm going to be stuck with using a slow, G5 processor for the rest of my life, or until I can scrape together enough money to get a new computer. I'm happy with my choice. If I could do it all over again, I'd make the exact same choices.

I got something for my husband, something for Chloe and something for the boys. I know what I want to get for Darren, but I ran out of money before I could get it. So, I applied for another credit card and I was approved. It should be here within a week, and then I can proceed and get Darren's present next week. I have avoided the crowded malls, the drama, of Christmas shopping, yet again. Am I good, or what?

I've somewhat calmed down from the drama of the past week. I haven't told my husband what happened, yet, and I don't know if I should or not. There's a part of me that thinks maybe this is one of those things that he really doesn't need to know about. Then there's another part of me who feels that this is something I shouldn't keep a secret. I've made excuses for what happened. I've tried to rational what happened. But the bottom line is I got used and it took me off guard. It angered me. I spent Thursday burning clothes and crying. I spent Friday with chills running down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. I have told no one what happened. I've written about it in my journal a few times, but that is all. It's not something I want to shout from the rooftops.

At the end of the list of things to go over, I have my laundry organised so I won't have to wash any clothes between now and my final. Seriously. I have just enough clothes to wear for the last day of classes, the review and my final. I didn't even plan it that way. :D

I've budgeted my money. I can spend $2,000 on the kids for Christmas, or I can get some things for me that I want. I've decided to spend the money on getting the kids a good Christmas this year. If you want to get me something, I have a wishlist here. God(dess) bless. :)

There was a little miscalculation in my Thanksgiving dinner prep, and I found out that in order to have the meal fully ready by 7pm tomorrow, I don't have to start cooking tonight. I have to start at 8am. Woo hoo! :) I was kind of not looking forward to starting the turkey tonight.

I had a little bit of frustration tonight. I lost my good pen down behind the bed. That wouldn't have been so bad except there's a ton of dust back there, the bed doesn't move; it's a 2000 lb solid wood and water bed, and the mop board is a good 2" above the floor, where the room once had a carpeted floor, and I thought my pen was under the mop board. I'd made the bed and I had to practically tear it apart and swipe the floor with the broom three times before my pen shot out from there and landed somewhere under my desk.

Note to self: Never, ever do any writing before passing out. I did, however, find the FF button to the TV/VCR remote and I glued it back on. Go me! My man is parked on the bed right now, watching Family Guy with Chloe, so I guess he didn't see the wrinkles in the quilt. :)

I pulled more wood out of my foot yesterday. It's pretty infected. I made a comment to my husband that if I can pull enough wood and glass out of my foot, we can make a new cabinet. Ok, that's not funny. But it motivated him to sweep the floor in front of the fridge, where three light bulbs and the huge sheet of glass that once sat on my grandmother's desk shattered this past week.

I need to get my butt in bed. My brother is coming in from Texas tomorrow, and there's going to be seven babies and toddlers for me to care for while making dinner for this huge family. Think warm thoughts for me!