Life and Stuff.
O hai.
I'm in Portland now, and settling into my new home. Do you have any idea how much stuff I have? I didn't, until I began trying to find places to put it all. Dear lord. I think I'd need a house twice this size to do an adequate job of it. I'm slowly getting it under control, but the slowly part is incredibly frustrating. I want everything to have a proper, logical place, and I want that to happen right now, thank you very much. Other than the utter chaos of unplaced stuff, though, I am loving it here. So are the cats, which makes me so happy. Even Eddie is happy. He has actually been sitting on my lap for scritchins, and most of the time he puts himself there. He really likes penghuin, and will happily lie there for scritchins from him, too. And Linus adores penghuin, too, so yay for that. It's good to see both of my cats appearing to be happy and even sane. Woo!
You know what I am not enjoying? Poverty, my little FriendBots. I am not enjoying poverty. I have tried it, determined that I do not like it, and would very much like to try something else now. Employment, for example, sounds like a good alternative. I would like some employment now, please. I can't work as a massage therapist yet because I'm not yet licensed, and I can't become licensed until I find a job and save up the money for all the testing and fees that go along with it. So I'm looking for office work. Fourteen years of Office Space as my life, and I'm right back where I started before massage school. Ah, well. I've already had a couple of calls about MT jobs, so I'm confident I'll be able to find work that does not crush my soul after I'm licensed, so that makes the prospect of eight different bosses, Bob, a little more bearable. I've applied to several temp agencies and will continue to do that until I find something. I just wish I could speed things up a little and actually find a job that brings me joy. And a nice paycheck. That would add considerably to the joy.
I miss my friends from school, especially my school BFF, Madison. My computer has been all assy and also virusy, so I've not been in regular contact with anyone since I've been here. I wish I could import them all for a day and have a party or something.
Speaking of friends, my high school BFF, Lisa, found me on Facebook last week. I'd been looking for her for years, and out of nowhere had a Facebook message from her in my inbox. Yay! I have to admit to being freaked out about her leaving her phone number for me, though. It's not that I don't want to talk to her, or even that I don't want to talk on the phone. murnkay can tell you that I will happily spend five or six hours at a time on the phone. But I so, so, so hate having to be the first one to call (which is one of the reasons I will never be the one to ask someone out because oh dear god the phone call), and I so hate the uncertainty and awkwardness of those first few conversations when things aren't easy and comfortable and familiar yet. Ick. So, like a terrible friend, I have not called. And because the computer is so assy, I haven't done much on Facebook other than play Bejeweled. So Lisa probably thinks I'm avoiding her or that I am a total flake. Not that I'm not occasionally a total flake, but this is different. This is social ineptitude. Sometimes it is difficult to be me.
One of my friends is going to Iraq for several months next week. Because I am me and worrying is what I do, I am worried about him. And, quite selfishly, I will miss him. You know that part earlier about wanting to gather all my school friends in one place? I want to gather all my friends and family in one place and have them all nearby. Make my life easier, my little FriendBots. Move to Portland. That would really cut down on the plotting and planning I'll have to do when I take over the universe. Thanks.
I'm in Portland now, and settling into my new home. Do you have any idea how much stuff I have? I didn't, until I began trying to find places to put it all. Dear lord. I think I'd need a house twice this size to do an adequate job of it. I'm slowly getting it under control, but the slowly part is incredibly frustrating. I want everything to have a proper, logical place, and I want that to happen right now, thank you very much. Other than the utter chaos of unplaced stuff, though, I am loving it here. So are the cats, which makes me so happy. Even Eddie is happy. He has actually been sitting on my lap for scritchins, and most of the time he puts himself there. He really likes penghuin, and will happily lie there for scritchins from him, too. And Linus adores penghuin, too, so yay for that. It's good to see both of my cats appearing to be happy and even sane. Woo!
You know what I am not enjoying? Poverty, my little FriendBots. I am not enjoying poverty. I have tried it, determined that I do not like it, and would very much like to try something else now. Employment, for example, sounds like a good alternative. I would like some employment now, please. I can't work as a massage therapist yet because I'm not yet licensed, and I can't become licensed until I find a job and save up the money for all the testing and fees that go along with it. So I'm looking for office work. Fourteen years of Office Space as my life, and I'm right back where I started before massage school. Ah, well. I've already had a couple of calls about MT jobs, so I'm confident I'll be able to find work that does not crush my soul after I'm licensed, so that makes the prospect of eight different bosses, Bob, a little more bearable. I've applied to several temp agencies and will continue to do that until I find something. I just wish I could speed things up a little and actually find a job that brings me joy. And a nice paycheck. That would add considerably to the joy.
I miss my friends from school, especially my school BFF, Madison. My computer has been all assy and also virusy, so I've not been in regular contact with anyone since I've been here. I wish I could import them all for a day and have a party or something.
Speaking of friends, my high school BFF, Lisa, found me on Facebook last week. I'd been looking for her for years, and out of nowhere had a Facebook message from her in my inbox. Yay! I have to admit to being freaked out about her leaving her phone number for me, though. It's not that I don't want to talk to her, or even that I don't want to talk on the phone. murnkay can tell you that I will happily spend five or six hours at a time on the phone. But I so, so, so hate having to be the first one to call (which is one of the reasons I will never be the one to ask someone out because oh dear god the phone call), and I so hate the uncertainty and awkwardness of those first few conversations when things aren't easy and comfortable and familiar yet. Ick. So, like a terrible friend, I have not called. And because the computer is so assy, I haven't done much on Facebook other than play Bejeweled. So Lisa probably thinks I'm avoiding her or that I am a total flake. Not that I'm not occasionally a total flake, but this is different. This is social ineptitude. Sometimes it is difficult to be me.
One of my friends is going to Iraq for several months next week. Because I am me and worrying is what I do, I am worried about him. And, quite selfishly, I will miss him. You know that part earlier about wanting to gather all my school friends in one place? I want to gather all my friends and family in one place and have them all nearby. Make my life easier, my little FriendBots. Move to Portland. That would really cut down on the plotting and planning I'll have to do when I take over the universe. Thanks.