But not for long. Mostly, we have come home to pack and plan for our next trip.
I have just had the strangest dream. I had given up and moved back in with my mom. For a time, my sister had also spent some time at my mom's, but that was very temporary. So temporary that I'm not sure we were ever there at the same time in the dream, just that I was aware that she had been there.
And then there was someone at the door, some government agency there on official business, and people came in and started going through all of our stuff. (I've spent a week watching cable, where there is not only a show about hoarders, but also a few shows about animal hoarders, which I did not even know was a term now, or that it ever applied to anyone other than old ladies with cats.) In real life, my mother does not have a lot of stuff to go through, so I guess in the dream I had brought over a lot of my stuff, or maybe my mom was trying to empty the attic or something. But still, even in this dream, there was not as much stuff at my mom's house as there is at my house, and what stuff there was wasn't particularly bad stuff or trash or nasty smelling stuff. Not like the hoarders show or anything like that. But these people are just going through the stuff and saying how bad it is, and I'm like whatever and why is it any of your business. And then they do find something unpleasant, like a few plastic bags that have bad stuff in them. Like the stuff got wet and then started going moldy or something. And that is bad, but for me it was worrying how the stuff got wet and moldy to start with, like did my mom have a leak in the roof or some other problem with the house that we were not aware of. But the people didn't care about that, they just found something on their list of reasons to throw people out on the street.
And my mom just sort of nods, and she isn't happy but just doesn't seem to want to fight about it, and I'll have to find some other place to stay. I'm the one who seems to be angry, that people can't just come in and do stuff like that. And then it turns out that these people have something to do with child welfare, and they are quite used to doing stuff like that.
Except that I'm not a child, and my mother is not a child, and even my youngest sibling is not a child. And we were not children in this dream either. In real life, the only child is the one grandchild, who did not seem to be in the dream, and in real life has never spent the night at my mom's place. So it did not make sense that these people were going through our stuff with the intention of protecting some children. And at that point I start laughing at them, saying that they are probably at the wrong house, and that they have no business being here at all. But they don't listen and keep going through the stuff and taking pictures of the moldy stuff in the bags.
Well, that is what I get for spending a week watching cable TV.
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Sunday, September 05, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
It is four in the morning
This is one of those times when it would have been good if I had the place to myself. I don't feel well. Not that I'm that close to being actually sick, just not feeling well and sleep doesn't seem like an option now. If I were by myself I'd pop in a Star Trek DVD and watch TV in bed until I fell asleep again. But I'm not by myself, so I'm in here.
I have just left the world's longest comment on someone else's blog. The blog wouldn't let me publish anything that long, so I took out all the extra lines between points and then also deleted three paragraphs on points that weren't that important (I can always go back and add them later). I was trying to be helpful while I still remembered what I wanted to say.
Earlier I had a weird dream about someone who looked like an actor. I think his name is Colin Firth. Only this wasn't really that guy, this was someone who would look like that guy, if that guy weren't an actor and didn't have to diet and/or go to the gym to get his next paycheck.
Okay, it is later. I finally did get some sleep. The somewhat disturbing images of someone who looks like Colin Firth are fading. I can get on with my life now.
Only now it is raining. I should have known that it would be raining. I checked earlier in the week and found out that it would probably be raining on Easter, so I had planned to do a lot of work in the garden before then. And I figured to be on the safe side that I should plan on the rain coming in on Saturday rather than Sunday. So I was planning to do certain things on Friday, thinking that it would be best to plant things right before the rain and such. I mostly took the day off on Thursday, except for buying those last few plants. Only by that time the forecast had changed and the rain was predicted for Friday afternoon. Still plenty of time for me to get things done on Friday morning.
Well, that's what I thought. It was already starting to rain about twenty minutes after I went outside. And there was actually talk of hail, so instead of planting things I ended up bringing stuff inside if it wasn't already in the ground.
And so it is raining, and I'm just sort of waiting around to see when that might be over. While it is raining, it would not be a good time to do my scheduled errands, as that partially would have been to go to Home Depot and pick up some mulch. Not something to be done in the rain. I might skip that part for now and do the rest, except for that whole thing about there might be hail or severe weather. Not a good time to be out doing anything at all.
It seems to have stopped for now. If only I had any confidence that this was the end of it for a bit. It just hasn't seemed like all that had been fussed about, so there must be more coming. I should wait.
Later again. I waited another hour or so, and the sky seemed to clear up. I think that it was mostly a beautiful day after that. We only got a little wet. It seemed to mainly rain a bit just to mess up my plans. I went on and got the errands done, and then I went to the dollar theater to watch The Blindside.
It's all good. It probably won't rain again today or on Easter, but it will probably rain Wednesday, so should get plenty of gardening done by then.
I have just left the world's longest comment on someone else's blog. The blog wouldn't let me publish anything that long, so I took out all the extra lines between points and then also deleted three paragraphs on points that weren't that important (I can always go back and add them later). I was trying to be helpful while I still remembered what I wanted to say.
Earlier I had a weird dream about someone who looked like an actor. I think his name is Colin Firth. Only this wasn't really that guy, this was someone who would look like that guy, if that guy weren't an actor and didn't have to diet and/or go to the gym to get his next paycheck.
Okay, it is later. I finally did get some sleep. The somewhat disturbing images of someone who looks like Colin Firth are fading. I can get on with my life now.
Only now it is raining. I should have known that it would be raining. I checked earlier in the week and found out that it would probably be raining on Easter, so I had planned to do a lot of work in the garden before then. And I figured to be on the safe side that I should plan on the rain coming in on Saturday rather than Sunday. So I was planning to do certain things on Friday, thinking that it would be best to plant things right before the rain and such. I mostly took the day off on Thursday, except for buying those last few plants. Only by that time the forecast had changed and the rain was predicted for Friday afternoon. Still plenty of time for me to get things done on Friday morning.
Well, that's what I thought. It was already starting to rain about twenty minutes after I went outside. And there was actually talk of hail, so instead of planting things I ended up bringing stuff inside if it wasn't already in the ground.
And so it is raining, and I'm just sort of waiting around to see when that might be over. While it is raining, it would not be a good time to do my scheduled errands, as that partially would have been to go to Home Depot and pick up some mulch. Not something to be done in the rain. I might skip that part for now and do the rest, except for that whole thing about there might be hail or severe weather. Not a good time to be out doing anything at all.
It seems to have stopped for now. If only I had any confidence that this was the end of it for a bit. It just hasn't seemed like all that had been fussed about, so there must be more coming. I should wait.
Later again. I waited another hour or so, and the sky seemed to clear up. I think that it was mostly a beautiful day after that. We only got a little wet. It seemed to mainly rain a bit just to mess up my plans. I went on and got the errands done, and then I went to the dollar theater to watch The Blindside.
It's all good. It probably won't rain again today or on Easter, but it will probably rain Wednesday, so should get plenty of gardening done by then.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Movies and bad dreams and junk
We went to see The Book of Eli on Monday. I liked it. Dmarks will probably like it. A lot of other people won't care for it much. I had almost figured out the ending, about the book, but not quite, and it was just a bit better than what I had imagined it would be. Dmarks will probably guess it more correctly.
And then we went to see 2012 at the dollar theater. Well, I still tend to call it the dollar theater. It is more correctly called a second run theater, and the price is now gone up to $1.25 or $1.75, depending on what time of day you go. And I had wanted to 2012 when it came out, but my husband did not want to see it, so after a few weeks had passed I decided that I might as well wait for it to be at the second run theater, which happened just this past Friday. So I was planning to go sometime this week, and as we had other business in the area yesterday we both went, and I talked him into seeing the movie with him on the condition that I buy him a hotdog. I buy hotdogs at this theater, because they are a dollar, and that is about what they are worth, and I rarely buy any food or drink from theaters because the price is nowhere near what the food is worth.
And when we got to the theater, there was a line of people, which is rare on a weekday, and we wondered what was going on. And then I remembered that it was Tuesday, and I almost changed my mind about the whole thing and left. But it turned out not to be so bad. Anyway, sometimes the theater will run a promotion that makes the tickets fifty cents on Tuesdays, and I had forgotten about it and forgot that it was Tuesday. So this theater that is almost empty any other time that I would go actually had people in it. And this has always puzzled me, and I would never make a special effort to be there on a Tuesday to save fifty cents (now seventy-five cents or even a dollar twenty-five after six). Isn't a dollar or so cheap enough? I would much rather pay a little extra money and not have to deal with all these extra people. So I wonder what all these other people are thinking, that two of them don't want to spend four dollars and fifty cents (or five dollars and fifty cents after six o'clock) to see a movie and eat a hotdog, but on Tuesday they will stand in line to spend three dollars for the same thing. It isn't like actually seeing a movie for free, or seeing the movie before anyone else does, or getting a first run theater ticket for half price, or getting popcorn and such for half price.
It puzzles me, but the promotion obviously works for the theater.
And I have recently found Redbox video, which is a vending machine in a grocery store. That and the pay at the pump gas is probably the main reason that I still have an ATM card, otherwise I would have gone ahead an closed the account while I don't have a job. So we have recently watched Battle for Terra (which is rather like a cartoon version of Avatar, only without the avatars), and yesterday I also watched Carriers. I didn't watch Carriers when it was at the theaters, cause I had not heard of it. It is one of those movies about a plague that could totally wipe out humanity. I tend to watch a lot of those, and this one I had not even heard of. It isn't the best movie, but it isn't bad either. And it stars our new Captain Kirk, Chris Pine. And I was thinking that they were going to Port Aransas or South Padre Island, except that at the beginning of the movie they have surf boards, and there is no surf to speak of in Texas.
So of course after having seen The Book of Eli and Carriers, I tend to have weird dreams. Really depressing dreams where people sit around waiting for something bad to happen, and there's no gas, and maybe we have to move or something. So last night I had this dream and we had to move. I have dreams about moving, cause I hate moving. When I was eleven and I moved for the first time, it was all a big adventure, but mostly since then it has just been a big hassle. You have to throw things away, and while it is good to throw away stuff once in a while, this is different, as you end up throwing out a refrigerator or something like that, cause it just isn't worth spending money to have it moved. So I had this dream where we were moving, either back to the house (which is impossible), or back to the apartment (which is impractical). Neither makes any sense. And I have a deadline and no money to pay to move the big items like the refrigerator, and I have to throw away my artwork.
For some reason in this dream I am also trying to make out with a certain friend, and there are all these other people around, and that doesn't seem to bother me. So that is something that I would never do, especially with this particular person, as one of the nice things about him as that he is not overly touchy-feely and gives me my space, and it is just hard to imagine us ever being anything but friends so why would I ruin it by trying to make out with him? Luckily I do not expect to see him for a while, and I hope to get this image out of my head before then.
Anyway, I had this very disturbing dream about moving all of my stuff to another place which makes no damn sense, and then I woke up and could not get back to sleep after that.
I do not think that I will do much of anything today. After a couple of days effort (you didn't think that I did any work at all with all of the movie watching), I have sold a box of books and donated a box of clothes. My husband also sold a box of books and donated a lot of clothes. So that is something, but as usual I do not even see the empty space of where the items used to be. It is hardly worth the effort, if getting rid of stuff does not result in having more space. Still, I should have another go at it.
And then we went to see 2012 at the dollar theater. Well, I still tend to call it the dollar theater. It is more correctly called a second run theater, and the price is now gone up to $1.25 or $1.75, depending on what time of day you go. And I had wanted to 2012 when it came out, but my husband did not want to see it, so after a few weeks had passed I decided that I might as well wait for it to be at the second run theater, which happened just this past Friday. So I was planning to go sometime this week, and as we had other business in the area yesterday we both went, and I talked him into seeing the movie with him on the condition that I buy him a hotdog. I buy hotdogs at this theater, because they are a dollar, and that is about what they are worth, and I rarely buy any food or drink from theaters because the price is nowhere near what the food is worth.
And when we got to the theater, there was a line of people, which is rare on a weekday, and we wondered what was going on. And then I remembered that it was Tuesday, and I almost changed my mind about the whole thing and left. But it turned out not to be so bad. Anyway, sometimes the theater will run a promotion that makes the tickets fifty cents on Tuesdays, and I had forgotten about it and forgot that it was Tuesday. So this theater that is almost empty any other time that I would go actually had people in it. And this has always puzzled me, and I would never make a special effort to be there on a Tuesday to save fifty cents (now seventy-five cents or even a dollar twenty-five after six). Isn't a dollar or so cheap enough? I would much rather pay a little extra money and not have to deal with all these extra people. So I wonder what all these other people are thinking, that two of them don't want to spend four dollars and fifty cents (or five dollars and fifty cents after six o'clock) to see a movie and eat a hotdog, but on Tuesday they will stand in line to spend three dollars for the same thing. It isn't like actually seeing a movie for free, or seeing the movie before anyone else does, or getting a first run theater ticket for half price, or getting popcorn and such for half price.
It puzzles me, but the promotion obviously works for the theater.
And I have recently found Redbox video, which is a vending machine in a grocery store. That and the pay at the pump gas is probably the main reason that I still have an ATM card, otherwise I would have gone ahead an closed the account while I don't have a job. So we have recently watched Battle for Terra (which is rather like a cartoon version of Avatar, only without the avatars), and yesterday I also watched Carriers. I didn't watch Carriers when it was at the theaters, cause I had not heard of it. It is one of those movies about a plague that could totally wipe out humanity. I tend to watch a lot of those, and this one I had not even heard of. It isn't the best movie, but it isn't bad either. And it stars our new Captain Kirk, Chris Pine. And I was thinking that they were going to Port Aransas or South Padre Island, except that at the beginning of the movie they have surf boards, and there is no surf to speak of in Texas.
So of course after having seen The Book of Eli and Carriers, I tend to have weird dreams. Really depressing dreams where people sit around waiting for something bad to happen, and there's no gas, and maybe we have to move or something. So last night I had this dream and we had to move. I have dreams about moving, cause I hate moving. When I was eleven and I moved for the first time, it was all a big adventure, but mostly since then it has just been a big hassle. You have to throw things away, and while it is good to throw away stuff once in a while, this is different, as you end up throwing out a refrigerator or something like that, cause it just isn't worth spending money to have it moved. So I had this dream where we were moving, either back to the house (which is impossible), or back to the apartment (which is impractical). Neither makes any sense. And I have a deadline and no money to pay to move the big items like the refrigerator, and I have to throw away my artwork.
For some reason in this dream I am also trying to make out with a certain friend, and there are all these other people around, and that doesn't seem to bother me. So that is something that I would never do, especially with this particular person, as one of the nice things about him as that he is not overly touchy-feely and gives me my space, and it is just hard to imagine us ever being anything but friends so why would I ruin it by trying to make out with him? Luckily I do not expect to see him for a while, and I hope to get this image out of my head before then.
Anyway, I had this very disturbing dream about moving all of my stuff to another place which makes no damn sense, and then I woke up and could not get back to sleep after that.
I do not think that I will do much of anything today. After a couple of days effort (you didn't think that I did any work at all with all of the movie watching), I have sold a box of books and donated a box of clothes. My husband also sold a box of books and donated a lot of clothes. So that is something, but as usual I do not even see the empty space of where the items used to be. It is hardly worth the effort, if getting rid of stuff does not result in having more space. Still, I should have another go at it.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Maybe we will just call that a practice piece
Okay, so my husband is gone for the week, and I have dreams of getting the house cleaned while getting this knitting done. The piece on the machine is for a friend, and it needs to be done before the 19th.
If R and J are reading, they can either stop reading or keep their mouths shut.
Okay, so I imagined that on Monday I would at least knit 36 rows and get some cleaning done. And I got to work on the knitting right away, as soon as he left the house. And I would get some of it done, realize that I had made a mistake, and then have to unravel the piece back to row 9. I tried again, knitted a few more rows, decided that I didn't like the way it looked, and again unraveled the piece back to row 9.
At this point I decided that diagonals were the problem. I made a new design with rectangles and started again with that on Tuesday.
So that looked better, and by Tuesday night I was at about row 50. I hadn't do anything but knit and watch a little TV while I was eating or just resting. The knitting hurts my back, so my back is killing me. The knitting machine works better if I am standing up, but to see what I am doing I have to sit down. So it is stand up, sit down, bend over and look at something, stand up again, etc....
I make a mistake, and then I have to unravel a few rows.
I do nothing but knit, watch TV, and eat. I haven't had time to clean anything yet. I haven't done the laundry. I haven't even done the dishes. This is very bad. And my back is killing me.
Wednesday morning, I decide that the design is still a bit too complicated, and the glow in the dark part just isn't working. And I see a major flaw at row 9. I take the whole thing off of the machine and start over.
After spending most of Wednesday knitting, I am now at about row 70. I will have to add the glow in the dark stuff later. My friend might be getting an IOU for Christmas.
My back is killing me. I need a break. Today I will probably not knit anything before lunch. I really must at least wash the dishes. I plan to run some errands and watch a movie at the dollar place.
Okay, so I'm at row 70. By now I expected to have twice that done, plus have a lot of cleaning done. It is Thursday. I have to have a lot of cleaning done by Saturday or I cannot go out of town on Sunday, and I will be gone at least until Wednesday, so I can't work on that particular knitting project until probably next Thursday. That was why it was so important to do most of it this week, and I am only on row 70 of a project that has about 470 rows. Plus there is more work to do on it after I take it off of the machine.
I will be doing more knitting when I go out of town. I would usually take the knitting machine with me, but not this time. This piece is too complicated for me to move it. I will work on other projects. I will take almost finished pieces with me and add the fringe. And hopefully I will get the round knitting machines to work and make a new scarf (hopefully two) that I can put in the gift exchange that is on the 13th.
I am not getting enough sleep. And my back is killing me.
I had the strangest dream last night. My husband shot someone, and I was pretty sure that he was going to shoot me too. And then we were hiding somewhere. I had lied about the shooting, but then the evidence just didn't match up with what I had said, but by that time we were gone. I try to help him, but he just becomes this crazy homeless person. I go home and tell everyone that I lied because I was afraid of him. It takes me a while to get that I really was afraid of him. I have to get a divorce, and deal with all the hassles of that, and find out that there additional problems when trying to divorce a crazy homeless person who is wanted by the police.
So that was a pleasant way to start the morning. I sort of feel sick.
So, it is Thursday, and so far no one has called me about Grandma. I expected to hear something about her on Monday or Tuesday. I wonder if the plans were postponed, or if my mom just finally decided to leave me out of it. I should call her and find out what is going on, but I really don't want to. I think that I will have one more day of peace and not call her til tomorrow. I should at least tell her that I'm planning to go out of town on Sunday.
Okay, enough of this. Time to wash some dishes.
If R and J are reading, they can either stop reading or keep their mouths shut.
Okay, so I imagined that on Monday I would at least knit 36 rows and get some cleaning done. And I got to work on the knitting right away, as soon as he left the house. And I would get some of it done, realize that I had made a mistake, and then have to unravel the piece back to row 9. I tried again, knitted a few more rows, decided that I didn't like the way it looked, and again unraveled the piece back to row 9.
At this point I decided that diagonals were the problem. I made a new design with rectangles and started again with that on Tuesday.
So that looked better, and by Tuesday night I was at about row 50. I hadn't do anything but knit and watch a little TV while I was eating or just resting. The knitting hurts my back, so my back is killing me. The knitting machine works better if I am standing up, but to see what I am doing I have to sit down. So it is stand up, sit down, bend over and look at something, stand up again, etc....
I make a mistake, and then I have to unravel a few rows.
I do nothing but knit, watch TV, and eat. I haven't had time to clean anything yet. I haven't done the laundry. I haven't even done the dishes. This is very bad. And my back is killing me.
Wednesday morning, I decide that the design is still a bit too complicated, and the glow in the dark part just isn't working. And I see a major flaw at row 9. I take the whole thing off of the machine and start over.
After spending most of Wednesday knitting, I am now at about row 70. I will have to add the glow in the dark stuff later. My friend might be getting an IOU for Christmas.
My back is killing me. I need a break. Today I will probably not knit anything before lunch. I really must at least wash the dishes. I plan to run some errands and watch a movie at the dollar place.
Okay, so I'm at row 70. By now I expected to have twice that done, plus have a lot of cleaning done. It is Thursday. I have to have a lot of cleaning done by Saturday or I cannot go out of town on Sunday, and I will be gone at least until Wednesday, so I can't work on that particular knitting project until probably next Thursday. That was why it was so important to do most of it this week, and I am only on row 70 of a project that has about 470 rows. Plus there is more work to do on it after I take it off of the machine.
I will be doing more knitting when I go out of town. I would usually take the knitting machine with me, but not this time. This piece is too complicated for me to move it. I will work on other projects. I will take almost finished pieces with me and add the fringe. And hopefully I will get the round knitting machines to work and make a new scarf (hopefully two) that I can put in the gift exchange that is on the 13th.
I am not getting enough sleep. And my back is killing me.
I had the strangest dream last night. My husband shot someone, and I was pretty sure that he was going to shoot me too. And then we were hiding somewhere. I had lied about the shooting, but then the evidence just didn't match up with what I had said, but by that time we were gone. I try to help him, but he just becomes this crazy homeless person. I go home and tell everyone that I lied because I was afraid of him. It takes me a while to get that I really was afraid of him. I have to get a divorce, and deal with all the hassles of that, and find out that there additional problems when trying to divorce a crazy homeless person who is wanted by the police.
So that was a pleasant way to start the morning. I sort of feel sick.
So, it is Thursday, and so far no one has called me about Grandma. I expected to hear something about her on Monday or Tuesday. I wonder if the plans were postponed, or if my mom just finally decided to leave me out of it. I should call her and find out what is going on, but I really don't want to. I think that I will have one more day of peace and not call her til tomorrow. I should at least tell her that I'm planning to go out of town on Sunday.
Okay, enough of this. Time to wash some dishes.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I did end up going to that party
So I did finally find a black bra, though not the best one. Still, after I found that I was able to wear a certain black dress that I haven't been seen in for a while.
Somebody said I looked slinky.
Okay. Anyway, not much of a costume, but something I was happy to wear anyway. So I did not win any awards, though I wish that there was some way of finding out if I even got any votes. Marvin won two awards, but of course, he is Marvin. And I didn't see him even take off his mask the entire evening, so for a while I was wondering if maybe she was Marvin.
I was one of three people who got all the correct answers on both of the table games, but I didn't win a prize for either. After spending about four dollars on raffle tickets and the silent auction, I came home with an Erin Grey picture, a Klingon bird of prey model kit, and some sort of homemade liquor. I do not drink alcohol, so I will either find something to cook with it, or else I will give it to my brother. I am strongly anti-drug, so I think that giving someone alcohol is a bad idea. Still, he'd probably just put it in his collection and not drink it for a long time anyway. May end up giving him all three items for Christmas or something. I have to think about it a bit.
I feel somewhat guilty that I did not put a scarf up for auction, just to see what would happen. The last one only got 23 dollars, but that would have been an extra 23 dollars for charity. Someone else put a scarf in as a raffle prize. That I wouldn't do. All that work for not much money, and you don't even know if the recipient even wanted the scarf.
We have our own auction next month. But that is for the club and not a charity, and I've donated two scarves to that in past years. I think that I've done my bit there.
Note to self: if you really want sodas at the next party, bring your own. Also, the spaghetti from the Mexican market was probably a good thing for the donation box, so look for it again next year.
The party broke up at a bit after eleven, about two hours sooner than some of us wanted to go home. I am thinking that we have to be out of the building by twelve or something, or else some people would stay longer as at other events. Still, getting home at a bit before twelve is a lot later than I would normally stay out, so I was a bit tired on the drive home.
After I got to sleep, I was still in the mood for a party. I met some actors. A fun dream, and it felt so real I'm afraid that I would say something stupid if I ever met these people in real life.
So I must have gotten a lot of sleep if I was able to dream, but I don't feel rested. I would just go back to bed if I could.
Today will be an odd Sunday, as my husband works today. He almost never works on Sunday. And while he's actually making some money for a change, he was happy to hear that this particular account was cut short by two days. The customers are buying, but they're a bit strange. The salesman who bailed on us two weeks ago is working on this account, so the sales are good, and we need the money.
The salesman is back to being his friendly self. But he's suggested to my husband that the next time he gets his own account that they should work together. He's apparently acting as though nothing has happened. Anyway, as nice as it would be to have him work on the new business, we don't trust him now. We don't know if we should give him another chance or what. I would think that he needs to do something to show he's committed to the project, like buy his own laptop, but then that wouldn't work either because he'd have people's credit card numbers on his computer. And someone would still have to watch him to make sure that he didn't have people write checks directly to him. So I don't know what to do about him.
I got almost nothing done yesterday. I spent some time looking for my black bra and trying on clothes and such, and I went to the library, and after that I pretty much sat around watching TV while waiting for it to me time to get ready for the party. So I'm not sure why I feel so bad. I didn't eat that much, I didn't overdose on soda, and I didn't spend all night on my feet. But I still feel pretty strange, like the day after I go to a party and do all that stuff that I'm not supposed to do.
Glad that I went anyway.
Somebody said I looked slinky.
Okay. Anyway, not much of a costume, but something I was happy to wear anyway. So I did not win any awards, though I wish that there was some way of finding out if I even got any votes. Marvin won two awards, but of course, he is Marvin. And I didn't see him even take off his mask the entire evening, so for a while I was wondering if maybe she was Marvin.
I was one of three people who got all the correct answers on both of the table games, but I didn't win a prize for either. After spending about four dollars on raffle tickets and the silent auction, I came home with an Erin Grey picture, a Klingon bird of prey model kit, and some sort of homemade liquor. I do not drink alcohol, so I will either find something to cook with it, or else I will give it to my brother. I am strongly anti-drug, so I think that giving someone alcohol is a bad idea. Still, he'd probably just put it in his collection and not drink it for a long time anyway. May end up giving him all three items for Christmas or something. I have to think about it a bit.
I feel somewhat guilty that I did not put a scarf up for auction, just to see what would happen. The last one only got 23 dollars, but that would have been an extra 23 dollars for charity. Someone else put a scarf in as a raffle prize. That I wouldn't do. All that work for not much money, and you don't even know if the recipient even wanted the scarf.
We have our own auction next month. But that is for the club and not a charity, and I've donated two scarves to that in past years. I think that I've done my bit there.
Note to self: if you really want sodas at the next party, bring your own. Also, the spaghetti from the Mexican market was probably a good thing for the donation box, so look for it again next year.
The party broke up at a bit after eleven, about two hours sooner than some of us wanted to go home. I am thinking that we have to be out of the building by twelve or something, or else some people would stay longer as at other events. Still, getting home at a bit before twelve is a lot later than I would normally stay out, so I was a bit tired on the drive home.
After I got to sleep, I was still in the mood for a party. I met some actors. A fun dream, and it felt so real I'm afraid that I would say something stupid if I ever met these people in real life.
So I must have gotten a lot of sleep if I was able to dream, but I don't feel rested. I would just go back to bed if I could.
Today will be an odd Sunday, as my husband works today. He almost never works on Sunday. And while he's actually making some money for a change, he was happy to hear that this particular account was cut short by two days. The customers are buying, but they're a bit strange. The salesman who bailed on us two weeks ago is working on this account, so the sales are good, and we need the money.
The salesman is back to being his friendly self. But he's suggested to my husband that the next time he gets his own account that they should work together. He's apparently acting as though nothing has happened. Anyway, as nice as it would be to have him work on the new business, we don't trust him now. We don't know if we should give him another chance or what. I would think that he needs to do something to show he's committed to the project, like buy his own laptop, but then that wouldn't work either because he'd have people's credit card numbers on his computer. And someone would still have to watch him to make sure that he didn't have people write checks directly to him. So I don't know what to do about him.
I got almost nothing done yesterday. I spent some time looking for my black bra and trying on clothes and such, and I went to the library, and after that I pretty much sat around watching TV while waiting for it to me time to get ready for the party. So I'm not sure why I feel so bad. I didn't eat that much, I didn't overdose on soda, and I didn't spend all night on my feet. But I still feel pretty strange, like the day after I go to a party and do all that stuff that I'm not supposed to do.
Glad that I went anyway.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
And the clock is back to zero
I have made no progress for several weeks on, I don't know, anything. I decide to do something and then soon enough change my mind and end up doing something entirely different or nothing at all.
After having a really bad day a while back that did not quite come out of nowhere, I've had most of an okay week and even a few days that were mostly pleasant. I begin to tell myself that maybe things are not that bad. But things are going to get that bad soon enough, financially speaking anyway, and I should deal with this and that and the other thing first. And then, of course, I do nothing. Now that there are times when I am not literally too depressed to do anything, I find that I am often too tired to do anything, and of course right now it is too hot to do anything outside and sometimes inside.
Though we did plan ahead a bit and go to the Home Depot and get foam and such, somehow Sunday came and went without our having fixed the problem of properly installing the air conditioner in the window, so there is still this gap around it. Monday also came and went without anything being done about it, and nothing will get done about it today either. Tomorrow I am busy, and it is not the sort of thing he can do by himself tomorrow any more than I can get the job done today without him. So it might get done Thursday, maybe.
Other than getting nothing done and the temperature getting four degrees over a hundred and all of that, I have almost had a pleasant few days. And as I drift off to sleep thinking that things are not that bad at the moment, I have a total change of heart in the middle of the night. For some reason, my husband got up to adjust the air conditioner. He knows that I've already set it to the maximum that I can stand, and I can't imagine that he wanted it warmer, so really he had no business doing that in the first place. But he did it anyway, only he somehow managed to screw up and turn the thing to fan only, and we woke up a few hours later to a very unpleasant warm room. So the air conditioner was turned back on. It was hot for a long time while the air conditioner tried to cool the room down again, and then about the time that it was cool again it started to get too cold for me to sleep comfortably, but not cold enough for me to really wake up and to go and deal with the problem myself.
Then when I finally do get back to sleep I have this terrible dream that we have gone and melted the polar ice caps or some damned thing. The world was coming to an end and everyone was going to die. Really, everyone was going to die, there was no doubt about it in anyone's mind. There was a lot of moving about to avert one thing or another, but then at some point everyone knows that everyone is going to get it eventually anyway, so there's really no point in all of this stuff that everyone was trying to do. And if literally everyone is going to die anyway, one might as well go home and be reasonable comfortable for a bit before that. I should like to see my mother and all of that. So we head for home and almost get there, when we have some difficulty with something, and we decide not to travel that last little bit if we can't contact my mother. And then my husband and I get separated and it all gets very scary, even though other than that nothing really bad is happening. So that last bit of everything being relatively normal is wasted while we are either trying to find each other or trying to contact other family. And then we do find each other, but before we figure out what are we supposed to do now, I wake up.
Not the most pleasant way to start the day.
Now real life rears its ugly head. Someone has died. Not someone in my immediate family, but someone close enough that I would want to go to the funeral. I'm the grown up now, and while I should have had to deal with this sort of thing for the last twenty years or so, somehow with the business travel and all I haven't gone to many funerals until maybe the last five years or so. I guess that I'm getting used to them. They're not all bad. You do get to see people that you don't normally see.
Anyway, I guess that my mother wasn't entirely happy with whatever I wore to Dad's funeral. At some point after that, we were at a mall and she said that she didn't like my black clothes (which is not a surprise as she has been saying that for about twenty years), and that she should buy me a nice black dress, just in case I had to go to a funeral or something. So she bought me a dress, and then like a week later, somebody died. And then a month or two later, someone else died. I ended up wearing the dress a bit more than I liked. But I did at least have the dress, and if and when I did have to go to a funeral, I did not have to think about what to wear.
The last funeral I went to was a bit after Easter, and I wore the dress. And I think that I was a bit overdressed. But there were a lot of people at the funeral wearing all kinds of things, so it wasn't too weird. But still, I do now wonder if maybe there isn't something a bit rude about being better dressed at a funeral than other people in general and the immediate family in particular. Further more, the funeral is to be held in the middle of nowhere, and I expect the people are even less likely to be dressed up out there than they might be around here. And then there is the damned 100+ degree weather, which is not the ideal time to wear my finest black dress. And I'm afraid that I hadn't given it much thought until this morning, when my mother called to remind me of the time and confirm that I would be riding with them, etc.... And I had the time so stuck in my mind that I totally forgot about the drive time to get to the middle of nowhere, so I'll need to wear something that I won't mind having on that long, and I'd forgotten that I'd actually have to get up early to get ready. I'll have to set my alarm clock and everything.
So now I don't really know what I'll wear to the funeral. I guess I'll be spending some time today trying on clothes and such. Not my favorite thing to do at the moment, but it is necessary and I need to quit whining about it and get on with it.
I am already tired and want to forget the whole thing and go back to bed. There is at least a reason for feeling so tired today, but it's not really enough of an excuse to actually do that.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
An annoying recurring dream
Given that another blogger wrote a post about having an unpleasant dream about something that soon afterward happened in her real life, I thought I'd write a few posts about dreams. And seeing that one of my dreams has to do with yesterday's post, I might as well start there.
I seem to have some version of this dream often. It feels very real, but I don't think that it has actually happened yet.
So I get to a point where I mostly have a clean house and most of my stuff is almost organized. And I think that this is about as good as I'm going to get things, and the rest of the stuff I need to do might eventually get done if I'd just work on it a little bit everyday and stick to it. And it's not Christmas or anything like that, and I don't have school, and I don't have anything that I'm just dying to do. So I might as well get a job.
So after nothing comes along that looks like it would really make money, I end up taking some dumb job like I've already had. Like maybe I go work at a movie theater. You cannot pay the bills on what you make at a movie theater, but if you've got nothing better to do and would just like some extra money you might as well look into working at a movie theater. And it comes with free soda, free popcorn, and free movies. You can watch all of the movies that play at your theater for free, and you can probably make arrangements to see the other movies for free at some other theater.
So I take the job, and then I remember why I didn't want this job. The hours suck, and I'm tired, and I'm seeing most of these free movies by myself cause most of my friends have a regular Monday thru Friday nine to five job and I don't. And when my friends are out doing cool stuff for the weekend, I'm stuck working at the theater.
And I'm not a teenager anymore, and I don't like being on my feet all day. And I'm tired. I'm tired all of the time. And when I have the evening shift I sit at home all day waiting for it to be time to go to work, because if I tried to do anything fun or anything useful before work, then that would make me so tired that I would be tempted to not even go into work.
And then one day I'm more than just tired. I think that I'm getting a bad cold or something, and that if I don't feel better the next day I will have to call in sick. So the next day I call and tell them that I won't be coming in and so forth. And the day after that is the same.
Now when you call in sick, the idea is to stay in bed and rest and get better. Except that when you finally do get to where you relax enough to almost fall asleep, you remember that you can't fall asleep because you have to call work at a reasonable time to talk to the manager and tell him that you're sick and can't come in. So after a couple of days when it looks like you're going to be sick for a while, you just ask to go ahead and be taken off the schedule for the rest of the week, and you might as well be left off of next week's schedule too.
So I talk to the manager and he's not going to put me back on the schedule until I call back and tell him that I'm feeling better. Great. Now maybe I can get some rest.
So a few days or maybe a week goes by, and I feel better. And I think that since I'm not on the schedule for the rest of the week, that I might as well just not call in yet and take a few more days to get caught up with stuff that didn't get done while I was sick, like washing dishes and laundry and stuff like that.
And then something comes up, and I think that I might as well not go back to work just yet. I could deal with some stuff and go back to work later.
And one thing after another comes up, so that I get so busy for a bit that I've all but forgotten that I have this silly job to go to. And I put that out of my mind and think that they're always hiring new people, and if they were short handed they've probably hired someone else anyway. If they needed me, they'd call.
And a few weeks go by before I get everything back to normal. And then I'm thinking how it would be nice to have some money, and I should start looking for a job again. And then I remember that I already got a job, but I haven't been to it in so long that they either assumed that I quit or I've been fired.
But I haven't spoken to anyone at the theater, so I don't really know. In theory, I could just go and talk to the manager and tell him if there's any shifts available he can put me back on the schedule. And I've probably got a paycheck or two waiting for me in the office. All I have to do is go over there and talk to the guy.
But I'm just so embarrassed about my long absence that I can't seem to do it. I'd rather go through the whole process of looking for another one of these dumb jobs than to just go back to the first job and deal with it. I'm so embarrassed about the whole thing that I'd rather just give up the paychecks I've already earned than to go over there and ask for them.
I seem to have some version of this dream often. It feels very real, but I don't think that it has actually happened yet.
So I get to a point where I mostly have a clean house and most of my stuff is almost organized. And I think that this is about as good as I'm going to get things, and the rest of the stuff I need to do might eventually get done if I'd just work on it a little bit everyday and stick to it. And it's not Christmas or anything like that, and I don't have school, and I don't have anything that I'm just dying to do. So I might as well get a job.
So after nothing comes along that looks like it would really make money, I end up taking some dumb job like I've already had. Like maybe I go work at a movie theater. You cannot pay the bills on what you make at a movie theater, but if you've got nothing better to do and would just like some extra money you might as well look into working at a movie theater. And it comes with free soda, free popcorn, and free movies. You can watch all of the movies that play at your theater for free, and you can probably make arrangements to see the other movies for free at some other theater.
So I take the job, and then I remember why I didn't want this job. The hours suck, and I'm tired, and I'm seeing most of these free movies by myself cause most of my friends have a regular Monday thru Friday nine to five job and I don't. And when my friends are out doing cool stuff for the weekend, I'm stuck working at the theater.
And I'm not a teenager anymore, and I don't like being on my feet all day. And I'm tired. I'm tired all of the time. And when I have the evening shift I sit at home all day waiting for it to be time to go to work, because if I tried to do anything fun or anything useful before work, then that would make me so tired that I would be tempted to not even go into work.
And then one day I'm more than just tired. I think that I'm getting a bad cold or something, and that if I don't feel better the next day I will have to call in sick. So the next day I call and tell them that I won't be coming in and so forth. And the day after that is the same.
Now when you call in sick, the idea is to stay in bed and rest and get better. Except that when you finally do get to where you relax enough to almost fall asleep, you remember that you can't fall asleep because you have to call work at a reasonable time to talk to the manager and tell him that you're sick and can't come in. So after a couple of days when it looks like you're going to be sick for a while, you just ask to go ahead and be taken off the schedule for the rest of the week, and you might as well be left off of next week's schedule too.
So I talk to the manager and he's not going to put me back on the schedule until I call back and tell him that I'm feeling better. Great. Now maybe I can get some rest.
So a few days or maybe a week goes by, and I feel better. And I think that since I'm not on the schedule for the rest of the week, that I might as well just not call in yet and take a few more days to get caught up with stuff that didn't get done while I was sick, like washing dishes and laundry and stuff like that.
And then something comes up, and I think that I might as well not go back to work just yet. I could deal with some stuff and go back to work later.
And one thing after another comes up, so that I get so busy for a bit that I've all but forgotten that I have this silly job to go to. And I put that out of my mind and think that they're always hiring new people, and if they were short handed they've probably hired someone else anyway. If they needed me, they'd call.
And a few weeks go by before I get everything back to normal. And then I'm thinking how it would be nice to have some money, and I should start looking for a job again. And then I remember that I already got a job, but I haven't been to it in so long that they either assumed that I quit or I've been fired.
But I haven't spoken to anyone at the theater, so I don't really know. In theory, I could just go and talk to the manager and tell him if there's any shifts available he can put me back on the schedule. And I've probably got a paycheck or two waiting for me in the office. All I have to do is go over there and talk to the guy.
But I'm just so embarrassed about my long absence that I can't seem to do it. I'd rather go through the whole process of looking for another one of these dumb jobs than to just go back to the first job and deal with it. I'm so embarrassed about the whole thing that I'd rather just give up the paychecks I've already earned than to go over there and ask for them.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Horror Film Day
The 19th is Dream Analysis Day, but the 19th is on a Saturday and I don't think most of my readers do much blogging on the weekends. On the 17th we're supposed to write a post that is like a horror film. Maybe I can combine the two.
So when I was a teenager I would have bad dreams after watching scary movies. The second version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers was an excellent film. Jeff Goldblum is just awesome. Of course, at the time I first saw it, I had no idea who Jeff Goldblum was. I wanted to see the film because of Leonard Nimoy.
Anyway, everyone in that movie was just great. I highly recommend the film. The first version is a classic and there's nothing really wrong with the third version either, but the second one was my favorite. I saw it when in a theater when I was twelve. I didn't get to see many movies back then, but I talked Dad into taking me on the argument that he had seen the original when he was a kid, so I should be allowed to see this one.
The Invasion of the Body Snatchers is a good movie, and it would have been a good movie if the plot had turned out to be about something totally different like a serial killer or Donald Sutherland finding out he's insane or some organized crime group getting rid of dead bodies. But the plot isn't about any of those things, it's about an alien invasion totally getting rid of the human race.
So that's pretty scary. It's one of those things that you hope never really happens. You wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Game over.
So I had a nightmare that night. I had a few more nightmares later. Didn't tell Dad about the nightmares til maybe ten years later. It was worth it. I still love the movie, but at the time I did not care for the nightmares.
A bit later came Alien. I did not get to see Alien in a theater. Dad went to see it, and he told me about the movie in every detail, but I did not actually see it for a few years. When I did see it I was babysitting a couple of kids, watching their cable TV. The kids had seen the movie before. They said they didn't mind watching the movie again, but it just wasn't their favorite and they weren't paying much attention to the TV. My eyes were glued to the screen most of the time. I'd look up once in a while and ask if they wanted juice or something, but I was very into watching the movie. The kids went to get some toys from their rooms, and I really didn't pay much attention to what they were playing with.
And then comes the dinner scene, and I know what's coming cause Dad told me all about the movie. And the kids have stopped playing for a moment and are watching this scene. And I'm on the couch, and they're lying on the floor right next to the couch. And we're watching the TV, and right when the parasite jumps out of the guy's stomach, one of the kids threw a red pom-pom in the air.
Yikes!!!!
But it was a bit of fun. And again I had some nightmares. It was still a good movie and I was still glad I got to see it.
For a while I tried to only see scary movies in the afternoon. It's bad going out to a dark parking lot right after you've seen a scary movie. And you're probably less likely to have nightmares if you have a bit of a break before you have to go to sleep.
But sometimes I still have nightmares about Sigourney Weaver Aliens (Giger Aliens, but people are less likely to know that name), even if it's been a while since I've since any Alien movies.
So I used to have these dreams that had spaceships and scary aliens in them. And then I'd get really scared of something and wake up. Then it was, thank God it was only a dream.
As I got older, the dreams were not so bad. In fact, the dreams were kind of fun. Spaceships and aliens, cool. But then something would jump out at me and scare me and I would wake up. Damn. I was having an interesting dream, and now I'm awake and I can't get back to sleep.
Okay, so here is one of the dreams. I'm on another planet or a space-station or something with a bunch of other people. Some of these other people are Marines. Big handsome Marines carrying laser rifles. Nice.
Anyway, at one end of the place is a lot of people. Normal civilization. Malls. Starbucks. Restaurants. All that sort of thing.
At the other end of this place is a small hive of Sigourney Weaver Aliens. They mostly stay on their end. In between our end and their end is a long hallway with a lot of empty space and a bunch of armored doors. Like airlocks or something. They might get through one doorway, but never more than two, and there's like ten. So if some of them get through a door, the Marines go and kill them and someone fixes the door.
So this is what happens when there are one or two aliens separated from the rest of the hive. The Marines are going to go and kill them and make sure that the doors are all secure now. But if it's just one or two, they can take small groups of tourists to have a look.
It's all perfectly safe. For one thing, you go in with all these big handsome Marines. For another thing, if you get scared, you just run back down the hall and hide behind one of those armored doors. But the best thing is that you're wearing this sort of armored spacesuit thing that's covered with this special acid resistant stuff. So even if one of them gets you, he can maybe get mad and throw you down the hallway, but he can't really get inside the armor to get you. So before you seriously got hurt the Marines would save you. All perfectly safe, see?
So I join a tour group and we get ready and put on the armored spacesuits and head down the hallway. And someone opens the first airlock. This is so cool. And the Marines say that it's all clear and we go inside. And we walk a ways and come to another one of those armored doors and someone opens that. And the Marines look around and give the all clear and we go through that door too. This is so exciting.
So we go through about eight of these doors without any trouble, and then one of the Marines says that if anyone wants to back out, now is the time. We should see some aliens after we go through the next door. But no one wants to go back, and someone opens the door and we walk through. And this is probably the most exciting thing that I've ever done. I'm going to get to see an Alien. There's probably an Alien just right up there, just right around the corner there. The Marines are going first, but it's all perfectly safe, cause I've got on all this armor.
And I'm looking at the armor, and I look down and realize that I forgot to put on my boots.
Yikes!!!
The Aliens are going to bleed acid on my feet and kill me.
I wake up.
Damn.
Okay. Analyze that one.
So when I was a teenager I would have bad dreams after watching scary movies. The second version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers was an excellent film. Jeff Goldblum is just awesome. Of course, at the time I first saw it, I had no idea who Jeff Goldblum was. I wanted to see the film because of Leonard Nimoy.
Anyway, everyone in that movie was just great. I highly recommend the film. The first version is a classic and there's nothing really wrong with the third version either, but the second one was my favorite. I saw it when in a theater when I was twelve. I didn't get to see many movies back then, but I talked Dad into taking me on the argument that he had seen the original when he was a kid, so I should be allowed to see this one.
The Invasion of the Body Snatchers is a good movie, and it would have been a good movie if the plot had turned out to be about something totally different like a serial killer or Donald Sutherland finding out he's insane or some organized crime group getting rid of dead bodies. But the plot isn't about any of those things, it's about an alien invasion totally getting rid of the human race.
So that's pretty scary. It's one of those things that you hope never really happens. You wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Game over.
So I had a nightmare that night. I had a few more nightmares later. Didn't tell Dad about the nightmares til maybe ten years later. It was worth it. I still love the movie, but at the time I did not care for the nightmares.
A bit later came Alien. I did not get to see Alien in a theater. Dad went to see it, and he told me about the movie in every detail, but I did not actually see it for a few years. When I did see it I was babysitting a couple of kids, watching their cable TV. The kids had seen the movie before. They said they didn't mind watching the movie again, but it just wasn't their favorite and they weren't paying much attention to the TV. My eyes were glued to the screen most of the time. I'd look up once in a while and ask if they wanted juice or something, but I was very into watching the movie. The kids went to get some toys from their rooms, and I really didn't pay much attention to what they were playing with.
And then comes the dinner scene, and I know what's coming cause Dad told me all about the movie. And the kids have stopped playing for a moment and are watching this scene. And I'm on the couch, and they're lying on the floor right next to the couch. And we're watching the TV, and right when the parasite jumps out of the guy's stomach, one of the kids threw a red pom-pom in the air.
Yikes!!!!
But it was a bit of fun. And again I had some nightmares. It was still a good movie and I was still glad I got to see it.
For a while I tried to only see scary movies in the afternoon. It's bad going out to a dark parking lot right after you've seen a scary movie. And you're probably less likely to have nightmares if you have a bit of a break before you have to go to sleep.
But sometimes I still have nightmares about Sigourney Weaver Aliens (Giger Aliens, but people are less likely to know that name), even if it's been a while since I've since any Alien movies.
So I used to have these dreams that had spaceships and scary aliens in them. And then I'd get really scared of something and wake up. Then it was, thank God it was only a dream.
As I got older, the dreams were not so bad. In fact, the dreams were kind of fun. Spaceships and aliens, cool. But then something would jump out at me and scare me and I would wake up. Damn. I was having an interesting dream, and now I'm awake and I can't get back to sleep.
Okay, so here is one of the dreams. I'm on another planet or a space-station or something with a bunch of other people. Some of these other people are Marines. Big handsome Marines carrying laser rifles. Nice.
Anyway, at one end of the place is a lot of people. Normal civilization. Malls. Starbucks. Restaurants. All that sort of thing.
At the other end of this place is a small hive of Sigourney Weaver Aliens. They mostly stay on their end. In between our end and their end is a long hallway with a lot of empty space and a bunch of armored doors. Like airlocks or something. They might get through one doorway, but never more than two, and there's like ten. So if some of them get through a door, the Marines go and kill them and someone fixes the door.
So this is what happens when there are one or two aliens separated from the rest of the hive. The Marines are going to go and kill them and make sure that the doors are all secure now. But if it's just one or two, they can take small groups of tourists to have a look.
It's all perfectly safe. For one thing, you go in with all these big handsome Marines. For another thing, if you get scared, you just run back down the hall and hide behind one of those armored doors. But the best thing is that you're wearing this sort of armored spacesuit thing that's covered with this special acid resistant stuff. So even if one of them gets you, he can maybe get mad and throw you down the hallway, but he can't really get inside the armor to get you. So before you seriously got hurt the Marines would save you. All perfectly safe, see?
So I join a tour group and we get ready and put on the armored spacesuits and head down the hallway. And someone opens the first airlock. This is so cool. And the Marines say that it's all clear and we go inside. And we walk a ways and come to another one of those armored doors and someone opens that. And the Marines look around and give the all clear and we go through that door too. This is so exciting.
So we go through about eight of these doors without any trouble, and then one of the Marines says that if anyone wants to back out, now is the time. We should see some aliens after we go through the next door. But no one wants to go back, and someone opens the door and we walk through. And this is probably the most exciting thing that I've ever done. I'm going to get to see an Alien. There's probably an Alien just right up there, just right around the corner there. The Marines are going first, but it's all perfectly safe, cause I've got on all this armor.
And I'm looking at the armor, and I look down and realize that I forgot to put on my boots.
Yikes!!!
The Aliens are going to bleed acid on my feet and kill me.
I wake up.
Damn.
Okay. Analyze that one.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Stuck at home
I am stuck at home for most of today because I have to babysit a package.
Normally, if you had a package that needs to be delivered, you would make sure that the appropriate labels were on the package and then take the package to the FedEx or UPS or whatever drop-box and be done with it, and then get on with your day. Except that sometimes you either have to have a package delivered when you are not even in the same town as one of these drop-boxes, or you have a package so big that it doesn't fit in the drop box. If that is the case, you can call an 800 number, and the delivery truck will swing by to pick up the package, and you can just leave it by the door and hope that no one else takes the package before the delivery truck arrives.
But today a particularly expensive package was left in my care, so I've just been sitting here waiting for the truck to show up.
Not that I have anywhere I just have to be at the moment, but this just isn't the way I like to organize my day. The job first ( on the days I am scheduled, not today) and away from the house errands second and everything else after that. Doing everything else after that first doesn't feel right, and I tend to waste a lot of time on the computer and such.
So I'm just sitting here.
Last night I had a very strange dream that I was being sexually harassed at work. I have never been sexually harassed at work. Sexually harassed in high school a bit, but never at work. And this wasn't the mean comment kind of harassment, this was the someone else's hand down your pants kind of harassment. It was like this manager asked me to get something out of the back room, and I notice that there are other people but I can't seem to figure out why they're there or what they're doing, and then I see what's going on and try to leave only to find the manager has followed me in and is putting his hands where they don't belong.
I do not work for this man in my dream, and he did not remind me of anyone I have ever worked for. At the job I have right now, most of the managers are women. The store owner and a couple of district managers are men, but I hardly ever even see them, much less work with them. So this was just a really odd dream that just didn't seem to relate to me at all.
I sometimes wonder if I'm occasionally getting a glimpse of someone else's life in a dream. I wonder if there is somebody out there with the same job as mine who is being attacked in the back room? It's not like I can do anything about it, but it creeps me out a bit.
Normally, if you had a package that needs to be delivered, you would make sure that the appropriate labels were on the package and then take the package to the FedEx or UPS or whatever drop-box and be done with it, and then get on with your day. Except that sometimes you either have to have a package delivered when you are not even in the same town as one of these drop-boxes, or you have a package so big that it doesn't fit in the drop box. If that is the case, you can call an 800 number, and the delivery truck will swing by to pick up the package, and you can just leave it by the door and hope that no one else takes the package before the delivery truck arrives.
But today a particularly expensive package was left in my care, so I've just been sitting here waiting for the truck to show up.
Not that I have anywhere I just have to be at the moment, but this just isn't the way I like to organize my day. The job first ( on the days I am scheduled, not today) and away from the house errands second and everything else after that. Doing everything else after that first doesn't feel right, and I tend to waste a lot of time on the computer and such.
So I'm just sitting here.
Last night I had a very strange dream that I was being sexually harassed at work. I have never been sexually harassed at work. Sexually harassed in high school a bit, but never at work. And this wasn't the mean comment kind of harassment, this was the someone else's hand down your pants kind of harassment. It was like this manager asked me to get something out of the back room, and I notice that there are other people but I can't seem to figure out why they're there or what they're doing, and then I see what's going on and try to leave only to find the manager has followed me in and is putting his hands where they don't belong.
I do not work for this man in my dream, and he did not remind me of anyone I have ever worked for. At the job I have right now, most of the managers are women. The store owner and a couple of district managers are men, but I hardly ever even see them, much less work with them. So this was just a really odd dream that just didn't seem to relate to me at all.
I sometimes wonder if I'm occasionally getting a glimpse of someone else's life in a dream. I wonder if there is somebody out there with the same job as mine who is being attacked in the back room? It's not like I can do anything about it, but it creeps me out a bit.
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