Now...

...it is time for me to finish the afghan I started back in 2001 when Votania and I were working on the project for business class.

It's another of my infamous mutant granny square afghans. boojum has the first in my wandering series of elemental afghans, Fire. I made a Water one at some later point, and that one's still back at home in Fairbanks.

I started the Earth afghan at the point when we had an elemental Circle of three, and were only lacking Earth to complete it. In the naive vision of the time, Water and Fire were dating, so Air would naturally pair up with Earth. I would crochet the afghan, and Earth would wind up showing.

It didn't wind out that way, of course. The Circle has changed, divided, reformed, has gained an Earth, and is far less structured than it was, though still a family, though less of a working group. Relationships have switched, membership has grown, and things are different.


Stitching the squares of that afghan together, I bound in the love of the Circle, the delight in each other, the smiles and joy and laughter and caring.

Things that are not good:

Sitting down in desk chair, hearing and feeling a SNAP!, and seeing one of the chair's wheels, and a good chunk of the leg that the wheel was attached to, fly off the chair and land a few feet away.

Proper presentation of this new setback to my roommates, of course, entails leaving the severed chair leg on the coffee table, with attached note: "And we need to save up for a new desk chair."

Funny things...

Happily in shower, hear beeping. Steady beeping. Turn off shower, realize that this is the cordless phone being paged by someone wanting to know where it is.

Stalk out of shower, all soapy, grab phone by the antenna, unlock door and open a crack, toss out madly beeping phone, and shut door to raging giggles from the living room. Relock door, and resume shower.

Shiny...

Pretty new ring, it being the wrong size for Votania: cute little Grim Reaper. Silver. Fits on left ring finger like it belongs there.

Hmm.

Reminder for Wednesday:

Must burn happy-friends-candle to ensure that Bad Things do not happen for the movie.

Morning

Woke up at a decent hour, tried to arrange ride to check out computers. No soap. I was asleep on the couch by noon, having at least accomplished some dishes, and gotten some crocheting done.

*sigh*

I hate misunderstandings. Sometimes, when someone with nasty blocked-up sinuses says "Joanie", it sounds like "Jenny", and if the person answering the phone doesn't recognize the caller ID or the voice...

...I wonder, in my own bizarre paranoid way, if there have been any more calls like that, that I wasn't there to recognize the caller ID for. And I know I'm sick and tired and bitchy and grouchy; if I were acting adult I'd ask that the person answering the phone spend a little more time ensuring it really is a wrong number... and leave it at that.

It shouldn't bother me this much. It does. I can't stand it when anyone else does something hastily and it turns out to have been not quite the right thing to do, yet I do it myself. Which makes me loathe myself for hypocracy.

Little things bother me when I'm sick and this very tired. I hate it. And I bet the dishes are still not put away.

Dreams

Was in the odd universe with the cellphone and the balconies. Toys seem to be far more animate there. Evidently this new Harry Potter movie involves a very sorry-looking dragon, Elmo, and Barbie. Um?

This was the universe where Darkside and I were looking for the xerox place, I think.

The rules of getting points by smacking the other person with your tail were explained to me. If you do something that would make the bus late, and someone catches you at it, they smack you with their tail and they get the points. Whoever smacks you first gets the points.

Some part of this place seems to be where that smoking guy from Cowboy Bebop can hang out there.

Giving it up as a bad job

...and taking a shower, getting into street clothes, and going to do some of the shopping I've been putting off at Wally's.

(no subject)

Sleep just doesn't want to talk to me this afternoon.

Shopping

Got myself some practical things: jeans, a skirt, binders for school, bras... and then got two wildly impractical, yet ever so delightful, things: a sparkly black shirt (it itches), and a pair of vinyl pants. Lace-up, no less.

These will be good for non-business formal. Judging from Votania's gasp and subsequent comments, I look very, very good in the vinyl pants.

I intend to wear this outfit on Wednesday, if I won't be the only one dressed up some.

Weird Feeling

I feel it in my fingers, my feet, my teeth. Votania feels it too.

There's something that's aligned very, very oddly.

This is easy.

I got my English homework done tonight. I answered what I could on the management take-home quiz without reading the book again: I'll go back over it when I get a moment before Wednesday morning. Next up is the management ethics dilemma, and my management folder has been put into its assigned binder, neatly and happily.

After that, a nice fine article on CASE shall be dug up before Wednesday, and read, and reported on.

Whee!

I can't believe it's this easy.

Ethical Dilemma (management)

Joan
Management 303
Mrs. Barden
2002 11 17

Ethical Dilemma, page 62

It’s unfair to ignore the clerk with the high test scores in favor of someone with lousy test scores, but test scores do not necessarily prove competence at supervision. I would go with option 3, taking into account both test scores and previous performance and experience. I would not risk putting my department into the hands of someone whose skills on the job day-to-day I hadn’t reviewed and approved of. It’s not ethical to just give Charlotte the job, and it’s not good for department morale to give the job to the newbie based on test scores and ignore Charlotte. I would come up with a better set of selection criteria.