Accountable Infinity However (Letters to Myself)
18 jul 2007
"I think Bigfoot is blurry in real life."--RGE, with perfect timing--
Dear July,
Why aren't you as awesome as you promised you'd be? You should really work on delivering what you sell! Oye! I mean, really. June knew how to show us a good time: what with the sweltering heat we could go swimming everyday! So far, July, all you've given me was one good sunday afternoon. And i know you usually try really hard for my birthday, but unfortunately i work that day, and i think it's your fault too. i may just have to start dreaming about August if you don't start delivering.
Yours Truly,
sarah
"E Pluribus Unum?! More like Gesundheit!"--Blake, with exceedingly inappropriate timing-- ¶ 23:18 0 comments
Dear July,
Why aren't you as awesome as you promised you'd be? You should really work on delivering what you sell! Oye! I mean, really. June knew how to show us a good time: what with the sweltering heat we could go swimming everyday! So far, July, all you've given me was one good sunday afternoon. And i know you usually try really hard for my birthday, but unfortunately i work that day, and i think it's your fault too. i may just have to start dreaming about August if you don't start delivering.
Yours Truly,
sarah
"E Pluribus Unum?! More like Gesundheit!"--Blake, with exceedingly inappropriate timing-- ¶ 23:18 0 comments
12 jul 2007
in the wake of all that's happened
Not a good week, to say the least, and i'm not even being emo.
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The thing that made me smile the most today was the rejection letter for the DRE job that i applied to just because dad wanted me to (i knew i was vastly underqualifed, so the rejection letter wasn't a surprise at all). They guy who signed it remembered me, though, and wrote a note on the bottom, which amounted to 100% of the attention i've gotten during the entirety of the (ongoing and ongoing) job search. i love all the contrasts that letter embodied: Dad's shock that i didn't get the job, his subsequent shock that it 'took them so long to reply to me' [a month is not a long time by uu standards], my sheer joy at not only recieving a letter back (thus, acknowledgement that they unfolded my resume), but actual fucking handwriting. From a guy who who (apparently) respects me, but just happens to have legitimate applicants. Oye, i think i'm going to frame it. Okay, maybe not.
And, like, everything broke at work again, but i'm sure that's no surprise. i'm going to have much nicer legs after a few more months there.
total ineffectiveness (but one can't help but wonder) ¶ 00:20 0 comments
Not a good week, to say the least, and i'm not even being emo.
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The thing that made me smile the most today was the rejection letter for the DRE job that i applied to just because dad wanted me to (i knew i was vastly underqualifed, so the rejection letter wasn't a surprise at all). They guy who signed it remembered me, though, and wrote a note on the bottom, which amounted to 100% of the attention i've gotten during the entirety of the (ongoing and ongoing) job search. i love all the contrasts that letter embodied: Dad's shock that i didn't get the job, his subsequent shock that it 'took them so long to reply to me' [a month is not a long time by uu standards], my sheer joy at not only recieving a letter back (thus, acknowledgement that they unfolded my resume), but actual fucking handwriting. From a guy who who (apparently) respects me, but just happens to have legitimate applicants. Oye, i think i'm going to frame it. Okay, maybe not.
And, like, everything broke at work again, but i'm sure that's no surprise. i'm going to have much nicer legs after a few more months there.
total ineffectiveness (but one can't help but wonder) ¶ 00:20 0 comments
7 jul 2007
posed as the enemy
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6 jul 2007
stunning semblance in dreams
Oye! A day off!
It's not that i work that much, it's that every day when i get done with work i hang out with rge, or call donna, or read until i'm so exhausted i can barely make it to the sink to get more water and i realize it's 5 or 6 am and i should really, really go to bed or i won't be able to answer the phone when Jon gives me his lunch-break wake-up call. Too many good books, too many things to complain about, and generally, too much to do and not enough darkness to do it in. It's as Rachel says, when the birds start chirping, i starts thinking about sleep. (except, of course, when that one really confused birds chirps at one a.m. We all ignore that bird.)
So awhile ago i decided i really, really wanted to volunteer on the s/v denis sullivan (if they won't hire me, i can still visit, no?). i was in discourse with the volunteer coordinator there, and had scheduled myself for July 22-29th on the boat, and took off of work and got rides (Jon on the way down with a side-trip to a MF with our geeky Madison friends, and Bryan on the way back as he's dropping off David at O'hara on the 29th anyway), and work even rescheduled the monthly team meeting for me, and i'd asked around if anybody would be interested in joining me (with vague yesses from both RGE & Nik), scheduled myself a doctor's checkup even though i can't afford health insurance, and even took a good, hard look at my wardrobe to see if i needed to buy anything for such a sojourn. In summary, thought went into this and the excitement was building. So the other day i emailed the VC & asked if there was any extra room if i wanted a friend to come along the same week as me. His answer? Not only was there no room for a friend, there is no longer room for me. (WTF, mate?) i may go in August instead, but might as well shelve this as yet another life goal that i don't get to do. Not to be emo, but i don't get it. i must have some pretty hardcore bad karma from a past life or something. You'd tell me if i was Jack the Ripper, wouldn't you? Seriously?
As for what's left of the things i care about (after losing my career, my boat-trips, my fortune (such as it was), and apparently some friends(?) for those of you who haven't been following the story thus far), i've been thinking about putting together an EC YA group. i miss Muuyacm a lot, i miss YASC (or whatever their current acronym) and their cons a lot, and so on. i have a uu co-worker, and so does my sister, and awhile ago some of the adults here were talking about starting one at uwec (i, of course, cannot remember specifically who). i've talked to Prairie Star's district coordinator (via the internets, duh) a bit, and besides probably signing myself up for a lot of planning work, have learned there's no upcoming cons. Which is sad, but changeable. The biggest problem with this idea is that as much as i'd like a ya group here, i don't want to be in charge of it--i am no good at being in charge. we know this from my time as muuyacm's co-chair. Give me one person to talk to, and i'll amuse them all day. Give me five? They will hate me. i will get stage fright. Then i will do something silly (hm, maybe should have rethought that professor-idea anyway?). Then they will go home and never come back. Okay, maybe i'm being harsh on myself; it's still a very, very exciting idea. Counting me, rge, my co-worker, rge's co-worker, two of our random friends (who 'sympathize uu' but have never attended) and at least one bridger that is still in town, that's seven people attending our meetings. Which would be freakin' good for a bum town like EC. i just have to talk to some more people in our congregation, and get a worship together, and decide on a time/place. Maybe this could happen? Shit, i'm getting excited again. i shouldn't do that, it leads to disaster.
Donna, i totally forgot your new url. Educate me!
Oh and that wedding i mentioned last time? It was TOTALLY LOTR THEMED. Yes it was.
"It burns daddy it burns!"--MaRy on the providence of her scar-- ¶ 00:16 0 comments
Oye! A day off!
It's not that i work that much, it's that every day when i get done with work i hang out with rge, or call donna, or read until i'm so exhausted i can barely make it to the sink to get more water and i realize it's 5 or 6 am and i should really, really go to bed or i won't be able to answer the phone when Jon gives me his lunch-break wake-up call. Too many good books, too many things to complain about, and generally, too much to do and not enough darkness to do it in. It's as Rachel says, when the birds start chirping, i starts thinking about sleep. (except, of course, when that one really confused birds chirps at one a.m. We all ignore that bird.)
So awhile ago i decided i really, really wanted to volunteer on the s/v denis sullivan (if they won't hire me, i can still visit, no?). i was in discourse with the volunteer coordinator there, and had scheduled myself for July 22-29th on the boat, and took off of work and got rides (Jon on the way down with a side-trip to a MF with our geeky Madison friends, and Bryan on the way back as he's dropping off David at O'hara on the 29th anyway), and work even rescheduled the monthly team meeting for me, and i'd asked around if anybody would be interested in joining me (with vague yesses from both RGE & Nik), scheduled myself a doctor's checkup even though i can't afford health insurance, and even took a good, hard look at my wardrobe to see if i needed to buy anything for such a sojourn. In summary, thought went into this and the excitement was building. So the other day i emailed the VC & asked if there was any extra room if i wanted a friend to come along the same week as me. His answer? Not only was there no room for a friend, there is no longer room for me. (WTF, mate?) i may go in August instead, but might as well shelve this as yet another life goal that i don't get to do. Not to be emo, but i don't get it. i must have some pretty hardcore bad karma from a past life or something. You'd tell me if i was Jack the Ripper, wouldn't you? Seriously?
As for what's left of the things i care about (after losing my career, my boat-trips, my fortune (such as it was), and apparently some friends(?) for those of you who haven't been following the story thus far), i've been thinking about putting together an EC YA group. i miss Muuyacm a lot, i miss YASC (or whatever their current acronym) and their cons a lot, and so on. i have a uu co-worker, and so does my sister, and awhile ago some of the adults here were talking about starting one at uwec (i, of course, cannot remember specifically who). i've talked to Prairie Star's district coordinator (via the internets, duh) a bit, and besides probably signing myself up for a lot of planning work, have learned there's no upcoming cons. Which is sad, but changeable. The biggest problem with this idea is that as much as i'd like a ya group here, i don't want to be in charge of it--i am no good at being in charge. we know this from my time as muuyacm's co-chair. Give me one person to talk to, and i'll amuse them all day. Give me five? They will hate me. i will get stage fright. Then i will do something silly (hm, maybe should have rethought that professor-idea anyway?). Then they will go home and never come back. Okay, maybe i'm being harsh on myself; it's still a very, very exciting idea. Counting me, rge, my co-worker, rge's co-worker, two of our random friends (who 'sympathize uu' but have never attended) and at least one bridger that is still in town, that's seven people attending our meetings. Which would be freakin' good for a bum town like EC. i just have to talk to some more people in our congregation, and get a worship together, and decide on a time/place. Maybe this could happen? Shit, i'm getting excited again. i shouldn't do that, it leads to disaster.
Donna, i totally forgot your new url. Educate me!
Oh and that wedding i mentioned last time? It was TOTALLY LOTR THEMED. Yes it was.
"It burns daddy it burns!"--MaRy on the providence of her scar-- ¶ 00:16 0 comments
