yesterday was a blur (again?)
at work, I did get a pile of my work done at my desk for a change until about three o'clock when others needed some help with projects they were working on... there is so little computer knowledge in the place... routinely I am asked how to do simple things like how to change a font size or how to center text and various other questions about how to work in one of the MS Office programs... I guess it's a good thing that they are trying to use their computers and expand into using Powerpoint and Excel, but there is no training department or training person in the place... we only have one IT person and she's swamped with work (currently has a dozen new computers {Dell Optima 650 or 550s I believe} to set up and install for various offices, including me, yay) so they turn to me and I am far from an MS A+ level techie, but I can fake it well and usually fix their problem or answer their question...
I finally got out just after six o'clock and stopped for salad stuff because the influence to eat and get fat is strong in my living and working space (it's a USA thing, I think), especially when Rasputin is not home to feed Precious and he's working late shift this week again... she was in bed on the phone when I got home and I ate a salad and veggie patties (Morningstar) and before I got up to wash my plate I nodded off in the big green chair...
so I got sleep, actual sleep, sort of... I found myself in bed this morning, so I must have stumbled into bed some time during the night... and I am realizing that while the big green chair and the current bed is ok for naps, the big green chair is better for for extended deep sleeping than the broken bed... and the big green chair is definitely not flat, so I actually have no place but the floor for extended sleeping these days... this fact has not been in my higher consciousness much because I've gone so long without the comforts and extended sleep I used to know when I was not working full time...
and I certainly do not need to add another $1000+ item to my shopping list... but on the other hand, I do know the benefits of a good mattress and getting the body some real rest because I had such luxuries through much of this life... yeah right, so now it's car air conditioner, computer, and mattress... with moving my stuff from northern storage down to where I can access it again still off to the side of major expenses I am putting off for another day...
I must make time to send the rebates in for the $700 phones...
and then there's Minnie who's talking me into a co-signing a $15,000 school loan... she's not working just now and defaulted on a school loan once already, so they won't give her a loan, not even with a co-signer... I am resisting signing off on the loan myself (amazingly, my credit seems to be restored enough for me to be able to do that, but then will I be able to get a new car loan down the road or other stuff I want if I have that $15,000 outstanding?... and I sure do not want her to default the loan so I'd be responsible for paying it off)... her latest idea is to have her boyfriend (who, I thought, was no longer her boyfriend just a few weeks ago) get the loan with me as co-signer... somehow I don't think I am going to say no, and yet, I am not feeling very wise about that decision...
Minnie calls me daddy... her mom and I were like family and when her mom died I promised I'd look out for her... she is one of the few people who knew me in the 90's when money was no object and she apparently does not want to let go of the idea that I am an endless money tree... but that tree burned down in the forest fire that started in Toronto and these days I don't have many of the things I'd like to have because I don't want to play the corporate or administrative games anymore (especially since Florida pays less than half for the same jobs I could get up north) because I want more time for myself and enjoying life away from work...
it was for others that I had climbed the proverbial ladder of success the first time and I am not anxious to get caught in that ride again... this student loan for Minnie is a definite potential step (or fall, to be more accurate, if you understand that material success is merely falling upward on the monetary scale) in that direction... proceed with caution, right...
Minie will probably nudge me into signing because she has no choice and needs the school to get a decent job and hopefully she will get that decent job and pay off the loan without my help... there is a first time for everything and hopefully this time will be it... meanwhile, it's time for a shower and to get to work...
hope your day is a big smile J
3 Comments:
winter in Orlando is two weeks in January :)
Well, I could get all high road and boundary talking here and tell you not to co-sign on the student loan, but that would probably be a bit hyprocritical since I would more than likely do the same thing. So whatever you do, you will do with heart because that is who you are.
I do think the mattress would be a good thing to put kinda as a priority though. Amazing what a mattress can do for your sleep. Although I'm not sure I should speak in this regard either since sleep is sort of taking a back seat on this side of the coast these days as well.
But anyway, message left for you, hope all is well tonight for you and that you are having fun, smiling, and enjoying life, music, and chocolate (I broke into the Halloween candy so I'm gonna have to buy more :)
Love you :)
What do you expect Candoor
at 70 mph (or more) everything out the window is a blurrr
on a train lest you focus inside or at some far point in the horizon everything is a blurrr
and if you hit warpdrive, even the stars at night become a blur.
Love it at 30,000 feet though, you look around the plane, not much movement just the trolley and the drinks, and if you are lucky interesting conversation with the passenger next to you, or if she's pretty maybe more ...
And you look out the window to the ground - seems you are hardly moving at 600mph, them whoosh a plabe flies past in the opposite direction ... it's all a blurrr
Friday night down the pub, was never any good unless iy was a blurr it seems. How do you know it was good, someone would ask?
Well if I can't remember must be good, if it were bad I'd be sure to remember.
And it seems to hold true, some drink to forget, yet the next day they have the pain, and a hangover to boot.
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