Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2003-11-25 07:00 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-11-25 07:00 pm
Post from on paper, old (from November 25)
4:17 p Went well, I think. Waited, filled out app, much waiting. A guy not half so spiffiliy dressed came in to interview for same position. I got there first, so this should prove educational. The other guy looked like more of a people person. I have some small experience, however.
Waiting for bus to go to plasma place. I can at least start scraping together the fundage for daycare.
May take Big Bro (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ralmathon) up on his general nepotism-is-a-virtue-when-used-correctly thing and see if I can't get a job at the Eckert here on 16th stree & Camelback where he was planning on transferring to.
4:26 p. Still waiting on bus. Losing professional polish fast. Will not be good @ maintaining professional polish (that's the look in that rather frozen userpic of mine) on job. Unless I revive Alys. My fellow fans in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lmbujold know where that name comes from!
Oh. The computer cable job is $7.00/hour, which is over the minimum I would need to keep LF in daycare. I've sussed his daycare costs out to be just over $50/week, and I would be making twice that much, and I could work as late as they wanted on Friday.
4:35 My mind has been trained to work in 9-minute intervals by my snooze button. The snooze button has the alarm sound every 9 minutes, and I use it to keep me on track in the mornings. Alarm go off, hit snooze, eat breakfast & surf web, and so on, until it's time to actually leave.
It works remarkably well. I should write a thing on time management for the procrastinator. I'm so messy, I have to be organized.
4:40 The army called for me last night. It was me, so I told him 'not interested' politely. Marah has the snark.
Marah, the bitter, grand high keeper of the Lunatic's snark. I like titles, as long as they're meaningful.
Oughtn't the bus to have come by now?
Ah. Bus at stoplight, immediately I wrote that.
6:51 Waiting by plasma place. Nice & cool. Little Fayoumis asked me where my jacket was today. Heh, heh. Said jacket is still in California. Will return to retrieve it at some point.
Daddy Daycare was the movie of the day. I like that movie. Thought I would. Who'd have guessed that I'd have converted to full-fledged parent (or stepparent) by the age of 23? Getting 'em when they're already half-grown is cheating, and gives the illusion of greater experience. [Little Fayoumis] can barely remember when before I was there.
He still remembers [Darkside], though.
6:58 Bus.
Thanksgiving. Boy, what fun. Wish Mama & FatherSir could be here.
I'm all spiffy. Black skirt, mid-calf. White shirt. Impeccable makeup. A random at the plasma place asked me questions about it and told me I was pretty. Nice-enough guy, as far as all senses went. Long black hair, a little taller than me, Native American, good vibes, pleasant voice, nice handshake. A little too flirty, though, and my dance card would be relatively full, and furthermore I prefer to date among friends. That would make me very, very picky.
I actually understood a few words in what the kid who only spoke Klingon was saying.
I think I'm over the worst of that depression. Fortunately for me, I've been making incredible progress in what I consider depression.
I've also been noticing that it's even more difficult for me to be around people who are in a bad mental space. Part of me is afraid I'll be sucked back in; part of me is frustrated that they haven't found their way out and it feels like nothing I do is helping.
One of the constants in my life is that I form deep, trusting, and temporary friendships. Usually they'd be friendships of convenience, where I was the only one who had the time, would listen, wouldn't judge.
Waiting for bus to go to plasma place. I can at least start scraping together the fundage for daycare.
May take Big Bro (
ralmathon) up on his general nepotism-is-a-virtue-when-used-correctly thing and see if I can't get a job at the Eckert here on 16th stree & Camelback where he was planning on transferring to. 4:26 p. Still waiting on bus. Losing professional polish fast. Will not be good @ maintaining professional polish (that's the look in that rather frozen userpic of mine) on job. Unless I revive Alys. My fellow fans in
lmbujold know where that name comes from! Oh. The computer cable job is $7.00/hour, which is over the minimum I would need to keep LF in daycare. I've sussed his daycare costs out to be just over $50/week, and I would be making twice that much, and I could work as late as they wanted on Friday.
4:35 My mind has been trained to work in 9-minute intervals by my snooze button. The snooze button has the alarm sound every 9 minutes, and I use it to keep me on track in the mornings. Alarm go off, hit snooze, eat breakfast & surf web, and so on, until it's time to actually leave.
It works remarkably well. I should write a thing on time management for the procrastinator. I'm so messy, I have to be organized.
4:40 The army called for me last night. It was me, so I told him 'not interested' politely. Marah has the snark.
Marah, the bitter, grand high keeper of the Lunatic's snark. I like titles, as long as they're meaningful.
Oughtn't the bus to have come by now?
Ah. Bus at stoplight, immediately I wrote that.
6:51 Waiting by plasma place. Nice & cool. Little Fayoumis asked me where my jacket was today. Heh, heh. Said jacket is still in California. Will return to retrieve it at some point.
Daddy Daycare was the movie of the day. I like that movie. Thought I would. Who'd have guessed that I'd have converted to full-fledged parent (or stepparent) by the age of 23? Getting 'em when they're already half-grown is cheating, and gives the illusion of greater experience. [Little Fayoumis] can barely remember when before I was there.
He still remembers [Darkside], though.
6:58 Bus.
Thanksgiving. Boy, what fun. Wish Mama & FatherSir could be here.
I'm all spiffy. Black skirt, mid-calf. White shirt. Impeccable makeup. A random at the plasma place asked me questions about it and told me I was pretty. Nice-enough guy, as far as all senses went. Long black hair, a little taller than me, Native American, good vibes, pleasant voice, nice handshake. A little too flirty, though, and my dance card would be relatively full, and furthermore I prefer to date among friends. That would make me very, very picky.
I actually understood a few words in what the kid who only spoke Klingon was saying.
I think I'm over the worst of that depression. Fortunately for me, I've been making incredible progress in what I consider depression.
I've also been noticing that it's even more difficult for me to be around people who are in a bad mental space. Part of me is afraid I'll be sucked back in; part of me is frustrated that they haven't found their way out and it feels like nothing I do is helping.
One of the constants in my life is that I form deep, trusting, and temporary friendships. Usually they'd be friendships of convenience, where I was the only one who had the time, would listen, wouldn't judge.
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But not their (or your) friendsfriends pages. ;o)
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And I think my head may explode, now.
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Or perhaps 'recovering Computer Scientist'.
I only program people, now.
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(Note for when it passes beyond current: yes, it does.)