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azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-28 02:13 am
azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-28 02:13 am
Quiet day!
It will be a sort of weird two weeks without my Kat being variously predictably on the other end of my internets.
I didn't get to sleep until very late, and then it was rather scant. Alas.
The dude who hauls the mail cart was happy to see me today: so many people are out, and also there was a box for me. It was huge, battered, and full of shirts. Yay! These were the ones that we ordered for our precious users. ♥ Also he left with chocolate from me.
The Renaissance Man gets chattier than usual on various chats when he's been supplied with chocolate covered espresso beans. Heh, heh, heh.
I ran out of excuses to procrastinate on doing the notes for the Junior Researcher's meeting. I keep thinking that the more I do audio transcription, the easier it will get. Well, something like that. And it generally leaves me in pain and cranky. I also need to be supplied with a reliable source of productive distraction when I'm doing that, because I work best in burst mode.
Dawn's mother isn't doing any too well right now, and she has the added stress of a hard cat situation. Dawn's mother has an elderly cat, a much-beloved member of the family. Dawn has promised to care for him in the event that her mother cannot. Dawn's household is full up on cats, to the limits imposed by the apartment complex. The elder statesman cat's quality of life is under weekly debate at this point. It would be stressful on him to move him, especially because I'm pretty sure he would prefer to be an Only Cat, or at least have private territory. There's no way he'd be able to get private territory at Dawn's place, even if one of the cats could go with Dawn's stepdaughter. I don't have answers for her.
It was very quiet at work today. Despite the notice on the doors that there would be fire alarm testing between 18:00 and 22:00. Then, I did skip out at 21:00 in order to hit up the Walgreens in celebration of St. Mark's Day (observed) and also to get a Clipper card for the purpose of the work transit thingy. (I have one of my own but they seem to attain sort of a ritual impurity once loaded with a work transit benefit.) I did not realize that they made half-pound peppermint patties. In the event of my death from sugar overdose, the remaining peppermint patty probably should go to my Overlady.
I look forward to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. And maybe tomorrow I'll catch a chance for a proper chat with Darkside; it's been a bit and I've been having bad timing. (I seem to be making up for it with fucking spooky timing when calling Drewface, though. I am the queen of Bad Timing. Darkside is the king of No Time. Our empires pass like ships, or strangers, in the night.) (Strangers in the night, exchanging rubbers. This one's too tight, let's try another.)
The part for my car should come in next week. Yay. (There is a fuel system leak detection pump. Ironic that this part should have a leak.)
Am I being overly nuanced when I say something of the form "I expressed emotional vulnerability foo to X; X and I laughed over it"? Because what I've been getting is "HOW DARE X LAUGH AT YOU WHEN YOU WERE JUST EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE DO I NEED TO COME PUT THE HURT ON?!?!!?" when what I mean is, of all the ways that sharing foo could have gone wrong, fellowship and mutual laughter was a pretty darn good outcome, especially because getting the sort of fellowship that includes genuine mutual laughter out of revealing an emotional vulnerability is rare and precious? IDEK. Because that was a thing that happened.
I didn't get to sleep until very late, and then it was rather scant. Alas.
The dude who hauls the mail cart was happy to see me today: so many people are out, and also there was a box for me. It was huge, battered, and full of shirts. Yay! These were the ones that we ordered for our precious users. ♥ Also he left with chocolate from me.
The Renaissance Man gets chattier than usual on various chats when he's been supplied with chocolate covered espresso beans. Heh, heh, heh.
I ran out of excuses to procrastinate on doing the notes for the Junior Researcher's meeting. I keep thinking that the more I do audio transcription, the easier it will get. Well, something like that. And it generally leaves me in pain and cranky. I also need to be supplied with a reliable source of productive distraction when I'm doing that, because I work best in burst mode.
Dawn's mother isn't doing any too well right now, and she has the added stress of a hard cat situation. Dawn's mother has an elderly cat, a much-beloved member of the family. Dawn has promised to care for him in the event that her mother cannot. Dawn's household is full up on cats, to the limits imposed by the apartment complex. The elder statesman cat's quality of life is under weekly debate at this point. It would be stressful on him to move him, especially because I'm pretty sure he would prefer to be an Only Cat, or at least have private territory. There's no way he'd be able to get private territory at Dawn's place, even if one of the cats could go with Dawn's stepdaughter. I don't have answers for her.
It was very quiet at work today. Despite the notice on the doors that there would be fire alarm testing between 18:00 and 22:00. Then, I did skip out at 21:00 in order to hit up the Walgreens in celebration of St. Mark's Day (observed) and also to get a Clipper card for the purpose of the work transit thingy. (I have one of my own but they seem to attain sort of a ritual impurity once loaded with a work transit benefit.) I did not realize that they made half-pound peppermint patties. In the event of my death from sugar overdose, the remaining peppermint patty probably should go to my Overlady.
I look forward to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. And maybe tomorrow I'll catch a chance for a proper chat with Darkside; it's been a bit and I've been having bad timing. (I seem to be making up for it with fucking spooky timing when calling Drewface, though. I am the queen of Bad Timing. Darkside is the king of No Time. Our empires pass like ships, or strangers, in the night.) (Strangers in the night, exchanging rubbers. This one's too tight, let's try another.)
The part for my car should come in next week. Yay. (There is a fuel system leak detection pump. Ironic that this part should have a leak.)
Am I being overly nuanced when I say something of the form "I expressed emotional vulnerability foo to X; X and I laughed over it"? Because what I've been getting is "HOW DARE X LAUGH AT YOU WHEN YOU WERE JUST EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE DO I NEED TO COME PUT THE HURT ON?!?!!?" when what I mean is, of all the ways that sharing foo could have gone wrong, fellowship and mutual laughter was a pretty darn good outcome, especially because getting the sort of fellowship that includes genuine mutual laughter out of revealing an emotional vulnerability is rare and precious? IDEK. Because that was a thing that happened.
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So you may have to append something that indicates that you think the laughter was the best of all possible worlds.
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There are worlds that could have been better than this, which is a distraction from the main point, which is that this is still a dang good world.
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That was what I was thinking, but more than one of the same result indicates that apparently not.
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This is one of those cases where you have to explicate what it meant to the person experiencing it and how it felt, "It was a great relief to be able to laugh with him about it once I got it off my chest." Because it is not obvious.
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