video killed the radio star - or facebook is the vampire that sucked my life dry
No entries since August.
I miss this. Naval-gazing as it is.
Feedback is much more immediate at facebook. 240 character limits in updates... or you can go to "notes' which... mostly people ignore.
But I'm unemployed again. Spent end-of-September to Xmas working on the production line at American Girl as a seasonal employee. (Read, tying heads on 18" dolls, dressing them, boxing them, and other assembly-line work.) Murder on my hands. Gawd-awful schedule too- 7am-4pm M-F. But it got me off the dole, and showed I was willing to do ANYTHING for a buck.
Needless to say, doesn't matter how hard or well you work, all they care about is that I punched in 1-2 minutes late - since I was uh... commuting 45 min. from Sun Prairie. But no one bothered to really let me know this personally until a day before they started making seasonal cuts. Nice.
I could rant about how horrible some other workers were. They started fights, didn't do HALF the work I did, complained endlessly... but nope, in corporate world, all that matters is that they punched in on time, and I didn't.
Mixed bag... I know I'm too smart to be there. Everyone says something good will happen for me.
I'm not nearly as optimistic.
Still living with the folks. Mom's still fighting trigeminal neuralgia. (Sheesh- you think after 3 yrs, I could spell it. But nope.) Doesn't matter much, as after all the trips to the Mayo Clinic, having 3 teeth removed, a major surgery (they borred a hole in the back of her skull) and multiple specialists... they think she may have something ELSE. So she's back with the dental specialist.
And spends most of her days bonked out on percoset.
So I still help out around the house.
Anyway, that rumage sale back in August was a flop. But it did help me get rid of a bunch of stuff.
I'm struggling to ... grow up. Not exactly, but ... let go of things from my late teens and twenties.
Hobbies, obsessions, THINGS... I may or may not need if my life changes again.
SOMEDAY I'll live on my own. So much of my life is in boxes... or a huge mess in the basement/my room.
Still try to live by the 'one in/one out' policy Gina set me up with a million years ago.
Keeps me from ending up on "Hoarders."
I need to get back into writing. Both real and fanfiction. I still get lots of hits on both my finished and unfinished stories.
Minor happy thing, I got a LTR job offer pending with WORT FM. Sybil is drowning again in all her work... and since she didn't have time to train up a workstudy this fall (she has me - and Jason - more on that later- filtered - to help.) So she needs help - and no time to train an undergrad - so she's proposing to the board tomorrow night that they let me work... 8-10 hrs a week, till the money runs out.
It'll keep me focused, keep her focused.
I've kinda otherwise hit a wall there, slacked off. Down to only helping Tues. nights regularly. The place is a mess. And it never seems to change, and it's depressing. So I kinda went apathetic.
Not much else to report. At least now.
Not without going on for another page.
ciao
I miss this. Naval-gazing as it is.
Feedback is much more immediate at facebook. 240 character limits in updates... or you can go to "notes' which... mostly people ignore.
But I'm unemployed again. Spent end-of-September to Xmas working on the production line at American Girl as a seasonal employee. (Read, tying heads on 18" dolls, dressing them, boxing them, and other assembly-line work.) Murder on my hands. Gawd-awful schedule too- 7am-4pm M-F. But it got me off the dole, and showed I was willing to do ANYTHING for a buck.
Needless to say, doesn't matter how hard or well you work, all they care about is that I punched in 1-2 minutes late - since I was uh... commuting 45 min. from Sun Prairie. But no one bothered to really let me know this personally until a day before they started making seasonal cuts. Nice.
I could rant about how horrible some other workers were. They started fights, didn't do HALF the work I did, complained endlessly... but nope, in corporate world, all that matters is that they punched in on time, and I didn't.
Mixed bag... I know I'm too smart to be there. Everyone says something good will happen for me.
I'm not nearly as optimistic.
Still living with the folks. Mom's still fighting trigeminal neuralgia. (Sheesh- you think after 3 yrs, I could spell it. But nope.) Doesn't matter much, as after all the trips to the Mayo Clinic, having 3 teeth removed, a major surgery (they borred a hole in the back of her skull) and multiple specialists... they think she may have something ELSE. So she's back with the dental specialist.
And spends most of her days bonked out on percoset.
So I still help out around the house.
Anyway, that rumage sale back in August was a flop. But it did help me get rid of a bunch of stuff.
I'm struggling to ... grow up. Not exactly, but ... let go of things from my late teens and twenties.
Hobbies, obsessions, THINGS... I may or may not need if my life changes again.
SOMEDAY I'll live on my own. So much of my life is in boxes... or a huge mess in the basement/my room.
Still try to live by the 'one in/one out' policy Gina set me up with a million years ago.
Keeps me from ending up on "Hoarders."
I need to get back into writing. Both real and fanfiction. I still get lots of hits on both my finished and unfinished stories.
Minor happy thing, I got a LTR job offer pending with WORT FM. Sybil is drowning again in all her work... and since she didn't have time to train up a workstudy this fall (she has me - and Jason - more on that later- filtered - to help.) So she needs help - and no time to train an undergrad - so she's proposing to the board tomorrow night that they let me work... 8-10 hrs a week, till the money runs out.
It'll keep me focused, keep her focused.
I've kinda otherwise hit a wall there, slacked off. Down to only helping Tues. nights regularly. The place is a mess. And it never seems to change, and it's depressing. So I kinda went apathetic.
Not much else to report. At least now.
Not without going on for another page.
ciao