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A piece of my mind
Well well. I just came back from a party I really wish I'd lifted weights instead of going to. It was AJ's party and I think there were eight girls there, just sitting in a circle talking, which is more or less my kind of party, but ugh. There was this girl toward the end just prattling on and on about how she's out of work and went to PSG (a well-known local temp agency) to find work, and was soooo offended that they had her take tests in basic office skills. Almost like it was going to be based on merit or something, I mean, OMG, whatever. And then they told her she was asking for more money than she was likely to get, and she didn't like that either. Fine... snobbery noted, but whatever. Then she starts in on how she doesn't have much money or savings because she's been working for nonprofits her entire career, and doesn't think this is irresponsible. Huh? It's not? Let's add this all up, my girl. You purposely put yourself in a financially fragile situation even though you didn't have to, thus guaranteeing that you'll have to leech off the system soon after anything serious goes wrong, and then you compound your troubles by being too much of a fucking snob to take the kind of work you actually qualify for? Honey, you deserve what you're getting--namely, at the moment, nothing. Perhaps a little going hungry will punch some sense through your entitlement complex and into your fat head. Grrrrrrr.
I left the room about 5 minutes after that story started going in circles, had a pleasant couple of minutes in the kitchen with AJ (why does that sound dirty somehow? heh) and snagged the next bus home. Ummkay. So I'm home now. And I can lift first thing in the morning and still hit the afternoon TKD class fresh as the proverbial daisy.
Aside from this evening, it's been a great (if overly busy) week, mostly due again to work being great. It flew by. It does help a lot that I technically get off work at 5:00 instead of 6:00 now--I get to stay half an hour late, feel like I'm leaving half an hour early and have extra time in the evenings. I'm pretty sure I did cool stuff on Monday night, and of course saw the skunklets. Tuesday we spent all evening fixing oursqueaky screechy front storm door by rehanging the door on a new hinge we got from HD, and at the end I felt like we were the best homeowners ever. Weds basically didn't happen due to Dale Carnegie eating the evenings... that class is starting to fall together nicely and I should post about it someday, but it's so separate from the rest of my life that tonight is not the night. Last night I did advanced TKD and had a drink with AJ and Lin, because my bug was at an orchestra rehearsal anyway, and also brought home the new mirror that came in for the bathroom. Let me tell you, it's purty. Possibly even worth what it cost. ;) It looks a tiny bit silly on the icky old wall with the holes still ripped in it from the claw hammer, but hey... we have it, we might as well have it up.
I also ordered some thin gauzey curtains for the middle living room and the kitchen, and have been feeling the slight need to vent just because HLM and I always annoy each other slightly on this issue. Since this is my LJ, we will of course focus on how he annoys me--if you want equal coverage of the other side, email him and tell him to start his own. ;) So yes... windows... the way it seems he sees them, they are these dangerous holes in the wall outside with there awaits an army of people constantly staring in and being offended. Windows... the way I see them, these nice holes in the wall through which light enters the house. Those things I generally don't bother to think about while getting dressed, it's true. I just don't have a constant awareness of their state the way a lot of people seem to. However, this doesn't make me remotely an exhibitionist... given how often I walk around the living rooms in any state of undress, the unlikelihood of people walking by on the street looking up or of the neighbors having THEIR shades open (because they're afraid of us just like we're supposed to be afraid of them, you know)... I figure someone sees me less than fully clothed maybe once a month, which is a nonevent in any case. So, I don't get it. But we are buying curtains for the side of the house that the room I get dressed in faces, nonetheless... the side nobody looks into because they always have their shades drawn. Okay, okay, bug, we can buy them--just don't ask me to understand.
Tomorrow we will sacrifice yet a few more hours to the bathroom in the form of an Expo Design Center trip, at which we hope to buy our slate tile and figure out the cost of acrylic bricks, the kind you make a translucent wall out of. Right, and buy a vanity. It's gonna be an expensive day, but probably a good one. So, now that I've ranted all the rants I was storing up all week... here's to the weekend. :)
I left the room about 5 minutes after that story started going in circles, had a pleasant couple of minutes in the kitchen with AJ (why does that sound dirty somehow? heh) and snagged the next bus home. Ummkay. So I'm home now. And I can lift first thing in the morning and still hit the afternoon TKD class fresh as the proverbial daisy.
Aside from this evening, it's been a great (if overly busy) week, mostly due again to work being great. It flew by. It does help a lot that I technically get off work at 5:00 instead of 6:00 now--I get to stay half an hour late, feel like I'm leaving half an hour early and have extra time in the evenings. I'm pretty sure I did cool stuff on Monday night, and of course saw the skunklets. Tuesday we spent all evening fixing our
I also ordered some thin gauzey curtains for the middle living room and the kitchen, and have been feeling the slight need to vent just because HLM and I always annoy each other slightly on this issue. Since this is my LJ, we will of course focus on how he annoys me--if you want equal coverage of the other side, email him and tell him to start his own. ;) So yes... windows... the way it seems he sees them, they are these dangerous holes in the wall outside with there awaits an army of people constantly staring in and being offended. Windows... the way I see them, these nice holes in the wall through which light enters the house. Those things I generally don't bother to think about while getting dressed, it's true. I just don't have a constant awareness of their state the way a lot of people seem to. However, this doesn't make me remotely an exhibitionist... given how often I walk around the living rooms in any state of undress, the unlikelihood of people walking by on the street looking up or of the neighbors having THEIR shades open (because they're afraid of us just like we're supposed to be afraid of them, you know)... I figure someone sees me less than fully clothed maybe once a month, which is a nonevent in any case. So, I don't get it. But we are buying curtains for the side of the house that the room I get dressed in faces, nonetheless... the side nobody looks into because they always have their shades drawn. Okay, okay, bug, we can buy them--just don't ask me to understand.
Tomorrow we will sacrifice yet a few more hours to the bathroom in the form of an Expo Design Center trip, at which we hope to buy our slate tile and figure out the cost of acrylic bricks, the kind you make a translucent wall out of. Right, and buy a vanity. It's gonna be an expensive day, but probably a good one. So, now that I've ranted all the rants I was storing up all week... here's to the weekend. :)
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At this point, I'd bet a C-note that this is all tied together pretty strongly for me. So thanks for saying what you did, because I'm not sure I'd figured this one out before.
City, please. Lots of windows, please. And neighbors to get annoyed and make the domestic violence call if I ever need them to. :/
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Mom was scary, but I always felt the need to hide what she was doing, in case it would hurt her if people found out.
I'm with you.
I do, however, think about the safety...having had my bedroom window molested by nasty stalkers in the past. Luckily, I've got a boyfriend now. Not that I expect him to protect me, it just means I have to be faster getting away than him! Kidding :-D