And so this is Christmas (Eve)
I've had nearly a week off work. Lovely. I'm finally unwinding. House is clean and decorated, presents are wrapped, cats are happy. Tonight I'm heading to the BF's place with cinnamon rolls, and in the morning we're doing presents with the boys, then they're off with their mom for the day while BF and I head north to see my family, then I bring back my adorable niece for two nights of spoiling her rotten.
I probably should have some sort of profound wish for Christmas, but I just want people to be nice and decent and respectful and not stupid. But you know, people are really weird in that they really don't believe the wisdom and experiences of others until they go through it themselves, sometimes not even then. That goes for me and the people I work with and my family and most of the rest of the world.
My job is just a job. I am not going to change the world and the weird obliviousness of those above me is not likely to change, as it only seems to have gotten worse after 3+ years and a budget crisis. I guess I'm going to have to be okay with that because being frustrated hasn't changed anything. Nor does speaking up or asking questions, even in my careful roundabout way (really--I was talked to and told that while the boss appreciates it, the president or someone sees it as criticism). I want to change the world and do grand things, but for now I'm taking winemaking classes because regardless of the economy, people will still drink wine, and I will still want to dream up creative things with food and drink, and it's something new to learn to keep my brain from atrophy.
I need new gutters on the house, and Home Depot seems to think $2,000 is reasonable. I think that's so ridiculous I have not the words.
The BF is good. This is the same Tall Guy I met for coffee last November and thought was nice enough, but I was wildly distracted by the guy at work (whom I now think is kind of a low-grade idiot -- I saw that coming) and then by the flakey librarian. When I kind of wondered what happened to that nice guy, he popped up again. He's decent, expressive, and genuine and all that good stuff. I'm sort of shocked. After all that agonizing, years of it, being with him just comes so easily.
I am not very literary at the moment.
I'm off to finish sewing a sock monkey. Yes, the same one I was working on last year. My niece found him (torso and head -- no arms, tail, ears, or face yet) and ran through the house with her "naked sock monkey!" So I'd better finish the poor frankenhowler. If I can find his ears (and one limb). Otherwise, I'll chop up more socks. I just don't spend much time sitting down in the mood to stitch. I can't watch tv while sewing because I need to focus on one thing at a time. So no knitting for me. Sigh.
Monkeys.
I probably should have some sort of profound wish for Christmas, but I just want people to be nice and decent and respectful and not stupid. But you know, people are really weird in that they really don't believe the wisdom and experiences of others until they go through it themselves, sometimes not even then. That goes for me and the people I work with and my family and most of the rest of the world.
My job is just a job. I am not going to change the world and the weird obliviousness of those above me is not likely to change, as it only seems to have gotten worse after 3+ years and a budget crisis. I guess I'm going to have to be okay with that because being frustrated hasn't changed anything. Nor does speaking up or asking questions, even in my careful roundabout way (really--I was talked to and told that while the boss appreciates it, the president or someone sees it as criticism). I want to change the world and do grand things, but for now I'm taking winemaking classes because regardless of the economy, people will still drink wine, and I will still want to dream up creative things with food and drink, and it's something new to learn to keep my brain from atrophy.
I need new gutters on the house, and Home Depot seems to think $2,000 is reasonable. I think that's so ridiculous I have not the words.
The BF is good. This is the same Tall Guy I met for coffee last November and thought was nice enough, but I was wildly distracted by the guy at work (whom I now think is kind of a low-grade idiot -- I saw that coming) and then by the flakey librarian. When I kind of wondered what happened to that nice guy, he popped up again. He's decent, expressive, and genuine and all that good stuff. I'm sort of shocked. After all that agonizing, years of it, being with him just comes so easily.
I am not very literary at the moment.
I'm off to finish sewing a sock monkey. Yes, the same one I was working on last year. My niece found him (torso and head -- no arms, tail, ears, or face yet) and ran through the house with her "naked sock monkey!" So I'd better finish the poor frankenhowler. If I can find his ears (and one limb). Otherwise, I'll chop up more socks. I just don't spend much time sitting down in the mood to stitch. I can't watch tv while sewing because I need to focus on one thing at a time. So no knitting for me. Sigh.
Monkeys.