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Forgot to make my writing update yesterday, but that's okay, because I barely wrote at all last week. It was the first week of school, and these first two weeks are always some of the hardest. Add to that the shakeup at work that I may or may not talk about later, and it's set to be a really intense week. Again. I like my job, but it's really stressful. Might need to do something about that.

Gonna be testing out some DIY ramen cup thingies I made last night for work lunches. This batch has chickpea miso, chickpea tamari, oyster mushrooms, cilantro, spinach, rice ramen, and a half a hard-boiled egg. Oh, and sriracha. The kid is enchanted with the idea of making our own cup noodles, so I'll share with her tomorrow (she has school on Tuesdays and Thursdays).

Speaking of the kid, she made the Vice President's List (3.5 GPA or better last semester). So proud!

Okay, off to work. Much love!
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Happy Lunar New Year!

I spent the first half of the day just sleeping or staring into space, but I'm a lot less sick now as a result, so that's a good thing.

I was just made disability team lead on the Resistance Manual, and I would love it if some of you came and joined me in building those pages to be really great, as well as checking to make sure other areas on the RM are intersectional with regard to disability.

I have been writing every day and submitting several things a week, and I still don't know where the energy is coming from, but I'll take it. Maybe the cold weather really is my friend.

The debt-elimination project is going well. I'm blogging sporadically about it, but the best result so far is that after 2 months, we paid off 10% of our highest-interest card, and it's only going to get better.

And I got a stellar performance review at work, and applied for a better job on campus.

Let's see, is that it? Well, other than my mom possibly having a MRSA infection, yes. I think that's it for now. Now I'll go read your journals to see what you're up to.
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Was just reading a nice update post from a friend I see a lot of online, and it was really good to hear the details of what she's been up to. That made me want to give an update, too. I will put it under cut tags, because I'm feeling chatty.

We've been in San Diego for 18 months )

Personal/family stuff )

Dream job stuff )

Day job stuff )

Health stuff )


Feb. 26th, 2016 05:07 am
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Awoke at 4 to a random sound that my brain processed as something hitting the house. It was probably just someone closing a door in the house somewhere -- it's a big house. I also had the beginnings of a migraine, so it could've been exploding head syndrome, which I do get sometimes, and which is one of the coolest-named benign pschophysiological things ever (if you know of others, tell me -- cool names for shit are my lifeblood).

Anyway. Four in the morning.

Because of the impending migraine, I took aspirin and caffeine, and if I go back to sleep, I will doom myself to a full-blown migraine, so instead I have turned down the brightness on my monitor and settled in with DW/LJ and my "Right-hand Man" earworm to do a nice long update, which I haven't done in some time, and which will be under a series of cuts.

1a: Work babble )

1b. Residency, a.k.a. Work Babble Two )

Starting to get the migraine nausea, so I'm having trouble concentrating. I think I'll cut this short for now and pick it up later. Have a good weekend, my lovelies!
serene: fear the pussy (fear the pussy), what a week.

Spent most of the week covered in dust and grime, clearing out my mom's place with James, and the rest of it seeking work. Can't decide which is harder on me, or makes me feel mightier!

Today was really good, though: interviewed for a long-term temp gig that I want, and I think I will be offered; got moved forward in the process for another two jobs; had a nice shopping trip with James; had excellent Thai food for lunch and excellent Mexican food (yay!) for dinner; bought surprise Jewish breakfast for my mom for the morning; and now, we're watching an Oddities marathon.

This weekend, we're gonna work our asses off getting the rest of the workroom cleared out. But right now, I'm not thinking about that. For the moment, it's just me, James, the gang at Obscura, and my beloved comfy chair.



Aug. 5th, 2008 08:48 pm
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I love my new job. I love my family. I love that my new job doesn't take me away from my family TOO much. (I was even able to get in a date with [ profile] stonebender before it started, and we're gonna do lunch in Berkeley once a week when we can.)

But lately, I really love ME. It was really, really hard to choose to take this job. I know I'm overextended already. I know I'm a busy, tired introvert, with a family to take care of. But the more I thought about it, the more I *really wanted it*, and I'm so glad I didn't balk. I think I'm doing what's best for me.

I walk through the UC Berkeley campus every day with this huge grin on my face. I love being there. I love the people I work with. I even love the job, which most people would find terribly tedious. It's just perfect for me, though, and I'm SO glad they offered it to me.

And now, after how many years? I am a real, career employee there, with health insurance, a pension, a cubicle, keys, and the whole shebang.

I deserve this. I totally rock.

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This is me at work. Goofy, I know, but the joy is genuine.
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Three FOUR! bits of good news, all so excellent they probably don't need much elaboration:

1) My hips don't hurt.

2) I got my first choice of public high schools for [ profile] wtfpotatoes, and she's gonna look into starting internet high school.

3) I got a job offer today from The Best Temp Permanent Job Ever, and I said yes. A little more money per hour, flexible hours, lots of time off, and full benefits.

4) Mom's biopsy came back, and she's fine. Nothing's wrong.


Aug. 10th, 2005 03:46 am
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A few weeks ago, I pulled my shoulder while loading some cups and saucers
onto a shelf at work. I told my boss, but it wasn't a huge deal, so I
just decided to let it get better. It hasn't. I have to find out tonight
what I need to to in order to see a doctor about it. Wish I had filled
out an incident report that day. (I still can't lift my arm over my head,
and certain movements (especially when holding something that weighs more
than a few ounces) hurt a lot. (And I can't sleep right, because I sleep
on my right side, and it smooshes my right shoulder to do that.)) Ooh,
parenthesis madness!

Anyway, I noticed that some of my friends are ouchy and/or grouchy today,
and I wanted to grump for a minute in solidarity. :-)
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Writing (journalism, poetry, novels, even code)
Hospitality (running a B&B, frex)
Service (if it didn't suck paywise, I'd still be in retail -- I loved it)
Helping (Customer service, see note above, or social service)
My current job, if there were any chance of better money and an employer more consistent with my ethics

(Just musing)
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I'm now inspired to get cracking on my residual paperwork and clear my desk before the weekend. Watch me zoooooom!

Happy news

Apr. 10th, 2003 10:35 am
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We all know serene loves to travel, right? We all know serene is ambivalent about her job, right? (Never mind -- I know, some of you know, that's good enough.) Anyway, I've been at this job for a year this week (longer, but a year as a permanent employee) and they just doubled my vacation from one week a year to two. More travel, more time off from the job, *without* taking more unpaid leave. Yay!

[update: yes, I know that two weeks' vacation at a low-paying job isn't exactly anything to write home about, but one takes what joy one can get]
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I have this other LJ that I used a lot when I first set it up, but then found that it was weird to keep logging off and logging on as another person, as though the stuff I was talking about there was not part of who I am here, so I've let it languish. I enjoy being all me, all the time. And speaking of being all me, there's a part of my inner life that I only share with a few people, and I've been wondering how much I want to invest in talking about it with others. If the inner becomes outer, naturally I will share it with people close to me, but where do I draw the line? (Example that's not the actual thing under consideration: Say I had BDSM fantasies, but no desire to ever live them out or even to share them with anyone. Should I tell my partner? Should I tell others? I mean, I know that if I decided to live out some of the fantasies, I would want to be out about that, but if it was purely hypothetical? Dunno.)

Eating a terrific walnut-grain loaf with a wonderful mushroom gravy. I swear sometimes that I could live on mushroom gravy. Mmmmmm.

Work is pleasant, as usual, and the ocean taunts me with its breeze and its glimmeryshimmer.

The munchkins started school today. Munchkin The Elder was late; no big surprise, since zir mom isn't exactly Ms. On The Ball. But still, bummer being late for the first day of middle school.

Had more productive and loving talks with cute-poet-chick. And we looked for (and found, we think) a new place to move to. More space, a washer/dryer in the unit, and about twice the rent. It's a big step for her, and I think it means she really does feel like we have a future together.

Talked a *lot* about our poly issues, but I think that's something I'll save for alt.poly.

Mmmmm, water.

Can't get into my webmail right now, so I think I'll go surf around LJ for the rest of my lunch half-hour.
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Items of interest today:

  • Lydia might be coming back to work, but not in her old position, so I likely get to keep the good temp.
  • I've been offered a temp-to-perm job at my old place, for lots more money than I'm making now
  • Spent some comfy, low-pressure, goodfriendly time with [ profile] lcohen today, and liked it
  • Told a friend a secret she already knew and didn't feel as embarrassed about it as I thought I might
  • Decided that no matter what I tell the old place tomorrow, I'm going to have peace about it. I'm making a life I love, so no need to angst too much about paths not taken
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I feel perfectly calm.

I'm still covering for the woman at work who is, sadly, out with inoperable cancer. They should have a temp in early next week. My co-worker (who has been here six years to my six months) is supposed to train the temp.

Same co-worker just came to me and told me today is *her* last day for at least two weeks but probably forever because she has carpal tunnel syndrome and needs to be retrained in a nonrepetitive line of work.


I swore if I had to do her job I'd quit. Over the next couple of weeks, we'll see if I was right.

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...the boss says I can go home and sleep. Yay for good bosses!
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Got about three hours of sleep last night this morning, and I'll be lucky to stay awake at my desk. The feeling is kind of cool, however, the stoned feeling of sleep deprivation (sometimes I feel it as a stoned feeling, sometimes as the jitters; I prefer the former). Depending on how I feel at lunch time, I may take some vacation hours and leave early. So nice to have that option. Makes me really feel for the millions of workers who couldn't leave early if they wanted to, and wouldn't get paid for it even if they did (I mean, I was one of those workers for a long time; thankfully, my middle-class background kept that from being a desperate situation).

details of my week(end); possibly dull, almost certainly disjointed )
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It's quiet here today. The company our department does work for took a four-day weekend, so we're sitting here without much to do but catch up on things. I'll take this time to do some reading and writing, I think.

dull details )

Here's where I write out yesterday's almost-fight to get a handle on it. You don't have to read it, but you can if you want. )
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Having nothing at all to do at work is sometimes a blessing and sometimes not. I got over the guilt long ago -- the boss knows I'm usually idle and is fine with it, so it's not my problem if they're paying me for doing nothing -- but I try to at least look busy. And for some reason (lately, at least), I've been unable (unwilling?) to use this huge amount of downtime to get some writing done. I sit and stare. I can't read a book (looks unprofessional) and I'm not supposed to websurf, but that's what I end up doing all day. That and sitting in quiet contemplation. I'm not bored, but I'm a bit frustrated that I'm not writing.

It's a glorious day outside. Sun shining. White fluffy clouds. Boats on the bay. *happysigh*

After work, I'm going over my mom's to pick up my new (well, it's six months old, but they can't fit it in their new setup) mattress and boxspring. Yay! An actual queen-sized bed to hold the 600 pounds of dyke. We're fine in a full bed, but it'll be luxury to have a bigger one.

Got a rejection letter the other day. I don't mind them; they're reminders that at least I'm still sending stuff out. I've written more poems this year than last, so that's good, but I still feel like all this extra time at work could go to better use. What a whiner I am.

Very excited about the three-day weekend. My first paid holiday in years. Cute-poet-chick has to work on Saturday, so I'm even gonna get an alone-day in there. Yay.

Reading Isle of Dogs (Patricia Cornwell). So far, I'm not impressed.

There, [ profile] bratman, are you happy? I posted every dull thought I could think of. Don't you wish you hadn't prodded me into coming back on LJ?
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I know it's cheating, but here's a repost from a mailing list I'm on:

Yesterday, the boss told me that he wants me to stay here permanently. He won't even discuss money & stuff until after my 90 days as a temp are over, but I think I'll be accepting. I can tell I'm planning on getting comfy, because I put in new wallpaper on my desktop and I've started putting up stickies with the quotations I like on them. Those are things I never do at a temp job, only at home.

This is an interesting feeling. If everything works out, look for serene to start a whole new phase of actual job security (that's said tongue-in-cheek; I don't actually believe in job security).

Do not weep. Do not wax indignant. Understand. -- Baruch Spinoza


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