temporally off
I'm down to my last hour today. The week has dragged its feet. I've been feel unwell the last few days. Many thanks to "The Curse" - that's what the ladies around the office call it. I've noticed My Curse is particularly nasty but not nearly as nasty as Selena's or Sarah's. A few days before the deluge hits, I have a migraine. I might have one the day of, too and this time I did. I feel one coming on right now. So, as you can see, I'm not feeling my very freshiest.
My migraine medication (Maxalt) only works okay. It makes me feel like I'm taking anti-depressants again. At its very best, I don't feel any pain but I feel dull and woozy. It makes me into a drunk robot. At its worst, it just makes me feel sick and nauseated. I guess the Associate Dean also takes Maxalt for her migraines but only when she knows she can lie down after doing a tab. She'll close her office door and lie down on the floor. I wish I could do that but the floors under my desk are dirty.
I hate this bullshit.
When I go to visit Jenny in Ann Arbor, I'm going to stop off at Rite-Aid or Sav-On or one of those American pharmacy chains and buy a couple of bottles of Aleve. It's the over-the-counter version of Naproxen, a designer painkiller. I'm going to buy a whole bunch and give them out to friends like it's Halloween.
Work has been steady. I'm working on Saturday but I don't think I'm getting overtime because I started late on Monday and Wednesday. Boo-urns. I found out today that I'm working until the end of April and they are posting my job on Monday. This weekend will consist of: working the March Break Open House, working on my resume and watching Dig! the expose on the Dandy Warhols and the Brian Jonestown Massacre.
I'm pretty excited to know that I'll have this job until May. I would have worked 6 months straight if that's the case. That doesn't seem like a feat but it is when your other option was complete and total unemployment. When you have nothing, everything, anything looks good.
It's probably just my tendency to over-think and fret about things but I wonder if I've been wearing blinders in this job search. I've only looked for office/admin jobs, like secretarial positions but maybe I should been looking for something less mundane. There are a few of you, out there on my lj friends list (ahem, superball81, peripeticdoll) that seem to have interesting jobs that only lead up. I think I should be more ambitious, looking for a career or something in "my field" but honeslty, I have no fucking idea what my field is (because I never graduated) and I don't particularly feel ambitious in that way. I'm just content that I have income.
Anyway, this Mobius strip of thought makes me a little anxious. It makes me feel bad that I don't have a field, career or any ambition right now because I've somehow made myself feel like I should have these things, though I know it's all right not to have these things righthissecond.
My eyes want to fall out of my head. I'm kind of tired and headache-y so I have no idea if this makes any sense.
Noteworthy Items:
1. At the Zoobombs show, to pass the time, Warren taught me how to give someone the sign of the Cuckold. It's one of the most offensive things you can gesture, particularly in countries like Italy, Spain, Greece and France. I assume it's less popular here but it makes me giggle. I love it. I fucking love it. I love gesturing it. I love its etymology. Guess who's going to get it when I catching her staring at me again?
Right now, we're trying to determine whether or not it would apply to a woman (if she can be "cuckolded"). I think so. The meaning can or should translate across genders (though it's a perjorative sense comes from debasing one's essentialized manhood). Maybe it loses some of its punch in the translation but I still love it. And I know I shouldn't because it relies on essentializing, gendered sense of subjectivity. But I can't help it. It makes me cover my mouth and giggle.
2. Last weekend, I bought an Umbria covered oblong casserole dish. The interior is made of smooth red clay (from a specific region in Italy) and the exterior has a dark, warm brown glaze. In comparison to the Emile Henry or Denby ovenware, it's got a "rustic" aesthetic to it. I'm pretty excited because it didn't cost me too much ($16 + tax) and now, I can make stuff like Guinness Beef pie and chicken pot pie. I couldn't find the right size ramekins for the pot pie project so this ceramic dish will have to do. I'm on the Willams-Sonoma site right now and I just found Emile Henry fluted pie dishes that would have been perfect. Sigh.
3. My aunt offered to buy my wedding dress for me because she thinks making one is a waste of time. I told her I rather have a Kitchenaid Stand mixer in lieu of a dress because honestly, I can wear any old dress if I get the mixer. She emailed me back and asked me what colour did I want. Yay! I'm getting a mixer! I wanted a pale yellow mixer to go with the other kitchen stuff that I have but I found out you can get the stand mixer in "lemongrass" which is a sour yellowy-green colour - very similar to the colour Warren and I chose for our bedroom walls. O the dilemmas.
I think I'll also ask for a panini press for our registry.
4. Trent gave me his old Sony walkman. I took it to work with me today. I've wanted a walkman for a long time but surprisingly, walkmans have not gone down in price. It works better than most walkmans that I've inherited and this means I can list to mixtapes on a regular basis. Fuck my shitty cd player. Some guy in the UCC just commented on my walkman.
5. Warren and I got our amazon.ca order last week. So we have the Complete Epileptic by David B. and Couture Culture by Nancy Troy from the MIT Press. The campus bookstore had a big sale and I bought The Great Leap Forward - a Harvard Design School book on architecture and industrialization in the Pearl River Delta, and How I Stayed Alive When My Brain Was Trying to Kill Me, a book on suicide prevention. It's been a good book week.
6. We watched the pilot to Dead Like Me. Super good. Whitney from A Different World is a cast member.
7. There's a new movie by Hirokazu Kore-eda (director of After Life, one of my favourite movies) called Nobody Knows. I can't wait to see it. I think it's out in theatres in Toronto right now. It's a bit of a crapshoot if it comes to London. It's going to make me cry.
8. I need to buy a new computer at some point this year. Notebook or desktop? Any brands I should look into or avoid? Do you all have a hate-on for Dell notebooks?
9. Trent gave me my first lesson in driving standard Saturday night in the No Frills parking lot. Let's say I like first gear the best. I haven't driven a car in so long that going 15 km/h seemed like a joy ride.
10. I ran into two gallery folks, dining at separate tables at a shitty Island/Cajun fusion restaurant (I swear I can make better, cheaper jambalaya in my kitchen) in London and of course, they spent their time time staring at me. I'm surprised there are so many adults in London that are afflicted with the fucking staring problem. It must be a dumb, townie disease.
My migraine medication (Maxalt) only works okay. It makes me feel like I'm taking anti-depressants again. At its very best, I don't feel any pain but I feel dull and woozy. It makes me into a drunk robot. At its worst, it just makes me feel sick and nauseated. I guess the Associate Dean also takes Maxalt for her migraines but only when she knows she can lie down after doing a tab. She'll close her office door and lie down on the floor. I wish I could do that but the floors under my desk are dirty.
I hate this bullshit.
When I go to visit Jenny in Ann Arbor, I'm going to stop off at Rite-Aid or Sav-On or one of those American pharmacy chains and buy a couple of bottles of Aleve. It's the over-the-counter version of Naproxen, a designer painkiller. I'm going to buy a whole bunch and give them out to friends like it's Halloween.
Work has been steady. I'm working on Saturday but I don't think I'm getting overtime because I started late on Monday and Wednesday. Boo-urns. I found out today that I'm working until the end of April and they are posting my job on Monday. This weekend will consist of: working the March Break Open House, working on my resume and watching Dig! the expose on the Dandy Warhols and the Brian Jonestown Massacre.
I'm pretty excited to know that I'll have this job until May. I would have worked 6 months straight if that's the case. That doesn't seem like a feat but it is when your other option was complete and total unemployment. When you have nothing, everything, anything looks good.
It's probably just my tendency to over-think and fret about things but I wonder if I've been wearing blinders in this job search. I've only looked for office/admin jobs, like secretarial positions but maybe I should been looking for something less mundane. There are a few of you, out there on my lj friends list (ahem, superball81, peripeticdoll) that seem to have interesting jobs that only lead up. I think I should be more ambitious, looking for a career or something in "my field" but honeslty, I have no fucking idea what my field is (because I never graduated) and I don't particularly feel ambitious in that way. I'm just content that I have income.
Anyway, this Mobius strip of thought makes me a little anxious. It makes me feel bad that I don't have a field, career or any ambition right now because I've somehow made myself feel like I should have these things, though I know it's all right not to have these things righthissecond.
My eyes want to fall out of my head. I'm kind of tired and headache-y so I have no idea if this makes any sense.
Noteworthy Items:
1. At the Zoobombs show, to pass the time, Warren taught me how to give someone the sign of the Cuckold. It's one of the most offensive things you can gesture, particularly in countries like Italy, Spain, Greece and France. I assume it's less popular here but it makes me giggle. I love it. I fucking love it. I love gesturing it. I love its etymology. Guess who's going to get it when I catching her staring at me again?
Right now, we're trying to determine whether or not it would apply to a woman (if she can be "cuckolded"). I think so. The meaning can or should translate across genders (though it's a perjorative sense comes from debasing one's essentialized manhood). Maybe it loses some of its punch in the translation but I still love it. And I know I shouldn't because it relies on essentializing, gendered sense of subjectivity. But I can't help it. It makes me cover my mouth and giggle.
2. Last weekend, I bought an Umbria covered oblong casserole dish. The interior is made of smooth red clay (from a specific region in Italy) and the exterior has a dark, warm brown glaze. In comparison to the Emile Henry or Denby ovenware, it's got a "rustic" aesthetic to it. I'm pretty excited because it didn't cost me too much ($16 + tax) and now, I can make stuff like Guinness Beef pie and chicken pot pie. I couldn't find the right size ramekins for the pot pie project so this ceramic dish will have to do. I'm on the Willams-Sonoma site right now and I just found Emile Henry fluted pie dishes that would have been perfect. Sigh.
3. My aunt offered to buy my wedding dress for me because she thinks making one is a waste of time. I told her I rather have a Kitchenaid Stand mixer in lieu of a dress because honestly, I can wear any old dress if I get the mixer. She emailed me back and asked me what colour did I want. Yay! I'm getting a mixer! I wanted a pale yellow mixer to go with the other kitchen stuff that I have but I found out you can get the stand mixer in "lemongrass" which is a sour yellowy-green colour - very similar to the colour Warren and I chose for our bedroom walls. O the dilemmas.
I think I'll also ask for a panini press for our registry.
4. Trent gave me his old Sony walkman. I took it to work with me today. I've wanted a walkman for a long time but surprisingly, walkmans have not gone down in price. It works better than most walkmans that I've inherited and this means I can list to mixtapes on a regular basis. Fuck my shitty cd player. Some guy in the UCC just commented on my walkman.
5. Warren and I got our amazon.ca order last week. So we have the Complete Epileptic by David B. and Couture Culture by Nancy Troy from the MIT Press. The campus bookstore had a big sale and I bought The Great Leap Forward - a Harvard Design School book on architecture and industrialization in the Pearl River Delta, and How I Stayed Alive When My Brain Was Trying to Kill Me, a book on suicide prevention. It's been a good book week.
6. We watched the pilot to Dead Like Me. Super good. Whitney from A Different World is a cast member.
7. There's a new movie by Hirokazu Kore-eda (director of After Life, one of my favourite movies) called Nobody Knows. I can't wait to see it. I think it's out in theatres in Toronto right now. It's a bit of a crapshoot if it comes to London. It's going to make me cry.
8. I need to buy a new computer at some point this year. Notebook or desktop? Any brands I should look into or avoid? Do you all have a hate-on for Dell notebooks?
9. Trent gave me my first lesson in driving standard Saturday night in the No Frills parking lot. Let's say I like first gear the best. I haven't driven a car in so long that going 15 km/h seemed like a joy ride.
10. I ran into two gallery folks, dining at separate tables at a shitty Island/Cajun fusion restaurant (I swear I can make better, cheaper jambalaya in my kitchen) in London and of course, they spent their time time staring at me. I'm surprised there are so many adults in London that are afflicted with the fucking staring problem. It must be a dumb, townie disease.