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Jan. 23rd, 2007
Summing Up A Day
Jan. 23rd, 2007 09:49 pm- Ventured out into the cold to go to work (Job #2). Sometimes I think that I only get enough downtime to decompress a little and figure out what I should be doing during downtime--and then I have to be off and running again.
+ Boss and Underboss are off on an exciting trip this week, so I didn't have to interact with anyone. There are days when I wish I could project a force field in front of me that would persuade everyone to unconsciously keep a distance of at least fifty feet from me. Or out of my eyesight, so I wander through a world where everything still runs, the coffee's hot, and things get made, but it's as if everyone vanished right before I stepped into the room. Today was one of those days.
+ Though I couldn't make it to Job #2's Christmas party because of schedule conflicts, they left one of the grab bags on my desk. The theme was fun and games. It held marbles, Play-Doh, a bouncy ball, old-fashioned bubble-gum, bubbles, Dove chocolate, a swizzle straw, a piece of sidewalk chalk, and a green coloring pencil, all wrapped up in gift paper printed with big smiley faces.
- I had to mail vasty amounts of packages made from people's CD and DVD-sized SASEs. They all had to be taken to the post office and weighed and measured and stamped. Not all of them had the right postage. I had to let other people scoot in and take care of their postal business in between packages. I was there for over an hour. I learned a lot about the postal worker, including about the time that hundreds of tree frog pollywogs hatched in his defunct backyard pool. A cool story and a cool guy, but still--not worth over an hour sitting in the post office.
--- Drama.
+ Leaving early without permission.
+ The Blonde by Duane Swierczynski. I should get in the habit of writing at least one-paragraph reviews of the media I consume.
+ Fluffy's Master Plan for World Domination, a very funny song that reminds me of the Mac Trads (acapella college music group) and also of Foundling.
+/- Getting tax forms and discovering that I made over half as much money at Job #2 than I did at Job #1, despite working at Job #2 for only 1/3 the year and less than half-time.
- Realizing that am not entirely healthy after all, and in fact would have some serious trouble breathing through a vigorous workout.
+/- Practice martial arts at home for an hour instead of going to Tae Soo Do.
- Have predicted trouble breathing, along with nasty mucusy gagging and hacking. Remain encouraged by realization that am in fact feeling much better. Resolve to go to Tae Soo Do on Thursday.
- Discover that yes, despite waiting until evening and warming up attic workout space, I lose feeling in my toes and most of my feet within half an hour. Had to take socks off as soon as did anything beyond basic calisthenics. Lack of feeling in toes is big problem when doing spin kicks. Must consider those weird tabi-whatsit martial arts/Asian shoes with very soft soles. May see if sneakers provide enough grip without having too much grip first.
+ Foundling and Nameless entirely entranced by bouncy ball from Job #2. Very funny. I took photos.
+ Discovered Foundling has deep-seated unease about bubbles sneaking up on him and vanishing.
-- Expressing emotions and dealing with interpersonal crap and all that annoying shit. Ugh. Emotions are so annoyingly messy. And as bad as pumpkin vines for invading things that aren't their territory.
+ Boss and Underboss are off on an exciting trip this week, so I didn't have to interact with anyone. There are days when I wish I could project a force field in front of me that would persuade everyone to unconsciously keep a distance of at least fifty feet from me. Or out of my eyesight, so I wander through a world where everything still runs, the coffee's hot, and things get made, but it's as if everyone vanished right before I stepped into the room. Today was one of those days.
+ Though I couldn't make it to Job #2's Christmas party because of schedule conflicts, they left one of the grab bags on my desk. The theme was fun and games. It held marbles, Play-Doh, a bouncy ball, old-fashioned bubble-gum, bubbles, Dove chocolate, a swizzle straw, a piece of sidewalk chalk, and a green coloring pencil, all wrapped up in gift paper printed with big smiley faces.
- I had to mail vasty amounts of packages made from people's CD and DVD-sized SASEs. They all had to be taken to the post office and weighed and measured and stamped. Not all of them had the right postage. I had to let other people scoot in and take care of their postal business in between packages. I was there for over an hour. I learned a lot about the postal worker, including about the time that hundreds of tree frog pollywogs hatched in his defunct backyard pool. A cool story and a cool guy, but still--not worth over an hour sitting in the post office.
--- Drama.
+ Leaving early without permission.
+ The Blonde by Duane Swierczynski. I should get in the habit of writing at least one-paragraph reviews of the media I consume.
+ Fluffy's Master Plan for World Domination, a very funny song that reminds me of the Mac Trads (acapella college music group) and also of Foundling.
+/- Getting tax forms and discovering that I made over half as much money at Job #2 than I did at Job #1, despite working at Job #2 for only 1/3 the year and less than half-time.
- Realizing that am not entirely healthy after all, and in fact would have some serious trouble breathing through a vigorous workout.
+/- Practice martial arts at home for an hour instead of going to Tae Soo Do.
- Have predicted trouble breathing, along with nasty mucusy gagging and hacking. Remain encouraged by realization that am in fact feeling much better. Resolve to go to Tae Soo Do on Thursday.
- Discover that yes, despite waiting until evening and warming up attic workout space, I lose feeling in my toes and most of my feet within half an hour. Had to take socks off as soon as did anything beyond basic calisthenics. Lack of feeling in toes is big problem when doing spin kicks. Must consider those weird tabi-whatsit martial arts/Asian shoes with very soft soles. May see if sneakers provide enough grip without having too much grip first.
+ Foundling and Nameless entirely entranced by bouncy ball from Job #2. Very funny. I took photos.
+ Discovered Foundling has deep-seated unease about bubbles sneaking up on him and vanishing.
-- Expressing emotions and dealing with interpersonal crap and all that annoying shit. Ugh. Emotions are so annoyingly messy. And as bad as pumpkin vines for invading things that aren't their territory.