Doxie Proxy

Yesterday was a long day. Eesh. An organization for parents and children afflicted with things like SID, Down’s Sydrome, OCD, ADD, etc. had it’s yearly convention and I volunteered to help out with one of the table’s selling books on those subjects. We would have several customers at once, and it would be pretty busy, then everyone would shuffle off to their seminars, and the place would be dead for 2 hours. Hence, I spent the day sitting on my numb butt, reading. We met some really nice folks, though, so it wasn’t a waste. I met the most precious lady, a 20 year old with Down’s Syndrome, who gives speeches. She did a presentation, and it was wonderful. She was prom queen her senior year of high school. Now ~that~ is just plain cool.

I reinstalled The Sims a few days ago, and have been playing it entirely too much. What is it about that game that is so highly addicting? I already had the Living Large expansion, and the Mister bought me Hot Date last night. I thanked him quite profusely. How corny is it to get that happy over a video game?

Going to play some more Sims (of course), then work on my resume. My job is the suck. My career is the suck. I’m thinking of hitting up Name_Brand_Company_01 tomorrow.

Reading: Persuader, by Lee Child

Tuesday afternoon at 4:30, I spoke with my job, and verified some shifts for the upcoming month. I work on an as-needed basis for this place, but I’ve worked there regularly for goihg on 4 years, and the hours are fairly regular. Anyway, they said they needed me Wed and Thurs night. No probs - said thanks, and that I’d be there. I strolled into work last night only to find out that I’m not on the schedule, and they don’t need me to stay. I called the person on-call, and they looked through their notes, and said yep, says here we verified this shift yesterday at 4:30. I hung up with them and called management. They said they had no idea what I was talking about. Fine. No problems, dork. I just slept (wasted) all day because I was supposed to be here tonight, and now it was all for naught. Long story short, I called the job this morning and they said the same thing the on-call person said, and then a barrage of phone calls started. In the end, I get paid anyway for the wasted day, but am seriously short-shifted for 2 weeks. Great. It’s just one thing after another, I swear.

Why am I listening to Bonny Portmore? I usually love the song, but right now it makes me want to gargle razor blades. Bleh.

Recent Netflix:

Sex and the City: Season 1: Disc 2 (****) - I really like the series, but sometimes I wanted to smack Carrie for playing games. I wish I’d watched S&TC when I was single.

La Femme Nikita: Season 1: Disc 6 (*****) It’s just wrong that someone can be so beautiful. And Roy Dupuis? /melt

Life as a House (***1/2) Predictable, but I liked it. Spoiler - Mouse over to see ->Although, it implied he was eat up with (spinal?) cancer, and if he was end-stage bone cancer, I don’t see how the constant pounding he was doing while building the house wouldn’t have led to multiple fractures. Brittle bones and all, I mean. <-OK, so I’m reading too much into that. It was a movie, and I was entertained and moved. Enough.

Why do I live in a city where there are no 24-hour sushi delivery places?

Bah! That aside…

While it’s true that money doesn’t buy happiness, it can sure as hell buy peace of mind.

While I would dearly love to be oh-so-filthy-rich, in the end, I just want to feel safe. Several years back, someone asked me what one thing I needed in this life. I suprised myself by saying “to feel safe” before I even thought about it. Freudian slip, no doubt. It’s true, though. Feeling safe, feeling secure, feeling protected - this is incredibly important to me. I’m very much the realist - I know that no one, really, is safe. (I love me some commas. Sorry.) I learned that if someone wants to hurt you, they can. If they want to steal what you have, they can. One’s security is only as strong as another person’s desire to crack through. That aside, I still need to feel safe.

I don’t know where the heck that came from, and if it even makes sense, but I needed to write it down. I’m trying so hard not to let panic just overwhelm me right now. I’m a realist, true, but sometimes I am the Queen of Denial, and I ain’t talking about the song. Thank God for Mister. We had a horrible scare about a week ago, and he was just devastated. I comforted him the best I could, but I was determined that we would see it through, and if the worst happened, it happened, but what mattered was that we still had each other, and a roof over our head, yada yada. It turned out to be a small, easily-fixed issue, but now he’s comforting me about a ginormous screw-up on my part, and I’m hoping against hope that he’s feeling as calm and sure as I did when it was me doing the soothing.

No Netflix in the mail today. Bleh. I work nights, thus I sleep days, so having a few flicks to watch makes the long hours easier when I’m trying to stay awake. I find myself overly fascinated with my queue. It’s consistently got 500 DVDs in it, y’all! I am in lurve with being able to watch an entire season back to back. This next shipment will finish up La Femme Nikita and Sex and The City (S&TC), both season one. Stargate’s next, then doing a lot of skipping around. After much debate, not to mention the giddy praise by Eliza, Felicity’s been added to the list. Just too many things to watch, and not enough time, I swear. Netflix is my sekrit boyfriend.

Don’t tell.

Reading: Masquerades, by Kate Novak & Jeff Grubb