smart things done during saner times and other therapeutic measures
I had a terrible, terrifying moment of realizing I hadn't paid my Oregon storage unit fee. I called today to find out what sort of late fee I owed and to make sure they hadn't done anything to my crap. Turns out that not only did I pay ahead at some point (which I'd forgotten), but I even have a credit of about sixteen dollars. Thank god.
Over the last few years, I'd gotten in the habit of paying a little extra on every bill, even if it was just rounding up to the next dollar. That's saving my ass at present because I've been able to use the buffers I've built in for myself to keep that part of my stress low. Thank god I did that and thank god I've been doing it for so long that I've even managed to get a payment ahead on a couple of things.
I have my meeting with the Northwestern chick tomorrow. This is just university slowness at work but I think I should be a full-time employee soon. Assuming, that is, that I don't have a complete breakdown before all the damned details are finalized.
Yesterday started off with a call from the lovely woman who was my therapist back in Florida. She did a full session with me over the phone just out of sheer kindness and caring. I needed that so much because I hit a really Bad Place in the last couple of days. So much so, in fact, that I wound up pinging celli to let me hang out with her because I recognized that I was really not all right to be alone.
Fortunately, I didn't have to explain that to Celli. Unfortunately, I didn't need to explain that to Celli. :P We met at the world's most horrifying Mexican food restaurant where, appropriately enough, I wound up dripping tears into my awful burrito. (This burrito being the second one they made for me because their first attempt at giving me the veggie filling included the ground meat.) At least I have no intention of ever returning to that restaurant and therefore being emo in the craptastic refried beans was not an issue.
I will never forgive them for that fucking music, though. Never.
After, we wandered over to a little place to grab a to-go dessert. There, I bent to look into the display case. The guy standing next to me was just short of arm's length away from me. I learned this because he went to point at something and fully clocked me in the head.
I just took the hit because that's what I do, kept studying the desserts, and remarked that being punched in the head by some random dude was the perfect way to cap off my fucking day. He was so appalled. Apparently? He doesn't usually clock chicks in the head. LUCKY ME I KNOW.
I don't count being popped while peering at pastries as either particularly good or bad. Merely, at this point, it's simply representative of my life in general. As far as the universe is concerned when it comes to fucking with me these days, the approach evermore seems to be GO BIG OR GO HOME.
However, dessert was tasty and almost as sweet as Babysitter!Celli. (Awwww.) Also, witness my icon usage. I totally didn't have to choose. How fun is that omg. *sidelong look*
Moving along. I keep an eye on a couple of sites for good clothes sales. Today, my favorite place had tops and sweaters I have been coveting for months marked down to between three and five dollars. \o/ Since I have some small hope of being employed soon, I splurged on a couple of business casual tops. At three bucks and with no ready sign of the chill in the air relenting, even I could justify that purchase. Plus, it felt good to do something like that for myself.
The other treat I have planned for later is to look around at LJ styles that I like and get in touch with slodwick about the redesign for A Long Time Gone. (Slod, there'll be zero hurry on that, btw. I'm just doing it because it'll be fun and it'll get it off my list of things I've been meaning to do.)
I'm still catching up with correspondence along with trying to get other stuff done. I'm afraid that I failed to take into account how much my lungs would not appreciate me wandering around in the wet cold yesterday, though. My cough is back with a vengeance, although the meds are definitely helping. Probably all the crying I did yesterday didn't help much, either. :P I just have to hold it together for a little while longer. Once the damned university has finished its slothful hiring ritual, my most pressing concern in Chicago will be addressed.
Thanks to the amazing people in my life, recognizing when to do something a little nice for myself, and being smacked upside the head in a very literal way, I should be okay, though.
More later. Cheers!
Over the last few years, I'd gotten in the habit of paying a little extra on every bill, even if it was just rounding up to the next dollar. That's saving my ass at present because I've been able to use the buffers I've built in for myself to keep that part of my stress low. Thank god I did that and thank god I've been doing it for so long that I've even managed to get a payment ahead on a couple of things.
I have my meeting with the Northwestern chick tomorrow. This is just university slowness at work but I think I should be a full-time employee soon. Assuming, that is, that I don't have a complete breakdown before all the damned details are finalized.
Yesterday started off with a call from the lovely woman who was my therapist back in Florida. She did a full session with me over the phone just out of sheer kindness and caring. I needed that so much because I hit a really Bad Place in the last couple of days. So much so, in fact, that I wound up pinging celli to let me hang out with her because I recognized that I was really not all right to be alone.
Fortunately, I didn't have to explain that to Celli. Unfortunately, I didn't need to explain that to Celli. :P We met at the world's most horrifying Mexican food restaurant where, appropriately enough, I wound up dripping tears into my awful burrito. (This burrito being the second one they made for me because their first attempt at giving me the veggie filling included the ground meat.) At least I have no intention of ever returning to that restaurant and therefore being emo in the craptastic refried beans was not an issue.
I will never forgive them for that fucking music, though. Never.
After, we wandered over to a little place to grab a to-go dessert. There, I bent to look into the display case. The guy standing next to me was just short of arm's length away from me. I learned this because he went to point at something and fully clocked me in the head.
I just took the hit because that's what I do, kept studying the desserts, and remarked that being punched in the head by some random dude was the perfect way to cap off my fucking day. He was so appalled. Apparently? He doesn't usually clock chicks in the head. LUCKY ME I KNOW.
I don't count being popped while peering at pastries as either particularly good or bad. Merely, at this point, it's simply representative of my life in general. As far as the universe is concerned when it comes to fucking with me these days, the approach evermore seems to be GO BIG OR GO HOME.
However, dessert was tasty and almost as sweet as Babysitter!Celli. (Awwww.) Also, witness my icon usage. I totally didn't have to choose. How fun is that omg. *sidelong look*
Moving along. I keep an eye on a couple of sites for good clothes sales. Today, my favorite place had tops and sweaters I have been coveting for months marked down to between three and five dollars. \o/ Since I have some small hope of being employed soon, I splurged on a couple of business casual tops. At three bucks and with no ready sign of the chill in the air relenting, even I could justify that purchase. Plus, it felt good to do something like that for myself.
The other treat I have planned for later is to look around at LJ styles that I like and get in touch with slodwick about the redesign for A Long Time Gone. (Slod, there'll be zero hurry on that, btw. I'm just doing it because it'll be fun and it'll get it off my list of things I've been meaning to do.)
I'm still catching up with correspondence along with trying to get other stuff done. I'm afraid that I failed to take into account how much my lungs would not appreciate me wandering around in the wet cold yesterday, though. My cough is back with a vengeance, although the meds are definitely helping. Probably all the crying I did yesterday didn't help much, either. :P I just have to hold it together for a little while longer. Once the damned university has finished its slothful hiring ritual, my most pressing concern in Chicago will be addressed.
Thanks to the amazing people in my life, recognizing when to do something a little nice for myself, and being smacked upside the head in a very literal way, I should be okay, though.
More later. Cheers!