Update, schmupdate

[mwynen]

I’m way, way too distracted today at work to get much done, so it struck me that I could post on my neglected LiveJournal. I’ll go from boring to more important.

Work

With one major flaw, work is fantastic. I get to do what I want, how I want, and so long as I meet my deadlines (or have good reasons for being late on them), nobody bothers me. I work with the developers daily, and we get along great. Matt, the guy I got hired with out of Technical Writing, is a fantastic editor and cohort, and between him and me, we’ve got the whole suite pretty much down.

I’ve become the training documentation and graphics bitch, which is perfect. Half the stuff I’m writing is brand new, so I can do whatever I want with it. (The other half is rewriting and updating stuff that’s already been created, but even that’s cool, since things change so frequently.)

I will not discuss the major flaw because I might not stop.

Pets

Or pet, I suppose. Finley is doing great. Her kidneys haven’t given her trouble for over a year now, and she’s keeping food down so well that she’s even gained a bit of weight. For a few months, there were concerns about me having to choose between Francis and Finley, since he is really, really allergic to her, but with quite a bit of work I’ve got things settled:

• Soft Paws so Finley doesn’t accidentally destroy his suede furniture, among other things
  
• Anti-allergen cat shampoo. Friday evenings have become bath time. Francis has a glass-enclosed bathtub, thank god, so Finley and I fight it out for half an hour or so every week. She’s getting better about it, and those claw covers have been a lifesaver
  
• Allerpet/C. I don’t even know how to describe this stuff. It works like a charm. Rub the (dry) cat down with some of this and she becomes hypo-allergenic. It’s now worked on three people (me, Laurent and Francis) who are allergic to cats.
  
• This one’s just for me. Oh how I love it. The videos don’t do it justice. It’s this little motion-activated air canister, basically, that goes off when something passes by the front of it. You put it wherever you don’t want the cat to go. Counters? No problem. Garbage cans? Sweet. Bedrooms? Gimme that can.

Boyfriend

Francis gets his own category, for all that there’s not much to say. Things are going great. I love him. He loves me. I spend my weekends at his house, and am gradually coming to spend my weekdays there too. He’s gentle, unwaveringly affectionate, and very sweet. My parents love him, and he gets along fantastically with them. He loves Finley, though he won’t admit it yet, and they cuddle on the couch and at the computer when I’m away.

My French is slowly progressing. We can spend half days speaking nothing but French now, with the occasional pause to explain something requiring more linguistic finesse than I can muster. I’m working especially hard at it for his grandparents’ sake (and his, of course), since neither set speaks English.

Me

Then there’s me. I’m doing okay. I’m still anemic, with a low vitamin B12 chaser added to the mix. I’ve had a lot of tests done, and they’re doing more, but nothing’s come up to show cause yet. I’m not gluten or lactose intolerant anyway, thank god. What laws allow stores to call that gluten-free crap “bread”, I have no idea.

My car continues to work. It’s a great little beastie. I’ve more or less decided to keep it even if I move in with Francis, at least until it dies.

I have a little toon on World of Warcraft who finally hit 70 (the level cap). I started her when I started at this job, to get to know the people here. She’s a hunter named Nutmeg, and I like her. Well, more to the point, l like that I get to pick my pets.

I still miss healing, but I’ve got a little priest coming up for that purpose, so it’s just a matter of patience.

And now I really have to work.