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Home alone on a Friday night

Ehh. Part of me wants to do nothing but websurf, and part of me is totally bored with it and wants to leave the computer and do something else. Part of me is perfectly content to listen to the Twilight Singers album I just downloaded. (Amazon recommended the album, but I’m sure they intended me to actually purchase it.)

Part of me wants to be creative. To write, maybe. Part of me wants to read, but isn’t interested in either of the books I’m currently reading. (LOTR won’t fit in the purse, so I’m reading a McCaffrey book at work and leaving the Tolkien for just before bed.) Part of me is tempted to go pick up the guitar, but knows that I’d be frustrated after only ten minutes of playing the few chords I know, mainly because my fingertips would feel like hamburger already.

So, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll turn off the music and play some Civ III. I really don’t feel like watching TV or going to bed yet.

::sigh::

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Hey, Beth!

I scanned in that article about the wax paper transfers and posted it here if you’d like to read it. Someone messaged me on the Pop Photo forums and that reminded me that I’d been planning to scan it in for ya.

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Yoga Makes Me Feel Good

After reading sheryls‘ journal, where she points to this article about weight-loss that you really should read, I decided that I needed to start back up on a regular regimen of physical activity. (So, what else is new?) I ended up doing my Yoga for Dummies Workout DVD… and man, that feels good. My arms and legs are kind of wobbly—a little tired from holding up my still-oversized frame in unusual positions—but it’s that good kind of stretchy I-just-worked-out feeling.

Speaking of feeling good about things: holy crap, can you believe the weather?! Sure, it’s overcast, kinda, but I don’t think it got about 70° today. Feels like October in August—not that I’m complaining. Awesome, awesome weather. I went out to get some Arby’s for lunch today and didn’t want to go back inside.

My brain wandered onto this thought today at work: Am I narcissistic? I don’t think so, but I have a strange predilection for poring over photographs and reflections of myself. Sometimes I think I look pretty good, and other times my gorge rises at how large my double-chin once was or how big my thighs still are. It all depends on my mood, I think. Either way, I don’t think I’m obsessed with my looks—not by a long shot. I just find it weird that my own reflection can keep me captivated like a first-grader for minutes at a time.

Now I’m off to rate more stuff on Amazon, so that it’ll give me better stupid ads and recommendations. 🙂

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Black Background = Evil and Hurty to my eyes

I hate reading websites with lots of white type on a black background. (Not like yours, Aaron—I’m talking about this one in particular.) It makes my eyes do that spotty thing like I’ve been staring at a light or at the sun, except it’s stripes instead of spots, and it really fucks me up.

That said, I’m going upstairs to read and go to sleep. ::pause:: —Read? Hmm.

the ongoing saga of my job

Workplace Potpourri

Random thoughts from the workplace:

There’s a woman at work whose name is Mari. It’s a Spanish name (actually short for Xiomara), so the R is pronounced with a bit of a flip. Some of us can get it, some can almost get it (saying Mah-dee), and some really don’t get it at all and chew it up so bad it sounds like Maudie. One person joked around and told her we were going to start calling her Molly. Very few people chew the R and call her Mah-ree, though, which must be a relief to Mari. I don’t know, though… morphing Mari into Maudie is almost as bad.

I got a “Gotcha Card” the other day for helping to solve an issue with a client’s autopayment. I felt really guilty about getting the kudos, though, since I’d actually caused the problem myself a few weeks ago. Some stroke of luck or fate or karma had me dealing with the perplexed banker who had to deal with the irate customer who had an automatic payment taken out of his account after he’d cancelled autopayment. As a result of this unexpected debit, the man managed to bounce several checks and rack up some massive NSF (non-sufficient funds) fees at his other bank. And why did the autopay pull after it had been cancelled? Because yours truly left out a step when she fulfilled the request to cancel autopay. I didn’t let on to the banker, though—I just let her know that it was our error in Loan Corrections. To make things even better, I had to ask my supervisor from which general fund the banker should refund the client’s NSF fees, and had to admit my own personal guilt in the process. But I got a Gotcha Card for defusing the situation, and I almost don’t want it.

As a final note: As I was wasting away the last 15 minutes of the day by running to the kitchen to freeze my water bottle, and to the recycle bin to dump my basket of shreddables, and to the mailroom to drop off some outgoing mail, I saw one woman trying equally hard to while away some time. She wasn’t doing nearly as good a job of looking busy as I was, though: she had her trash can full of shreddables sitting on its side atop the recycle bin, and was peering at the papers inside. Not taking them out of the one and feeding them into the other, mind you—just looking at them. Watching them. As if she expected them to start making the journey on their own. Good Christ, how obvious can you make it that you’re just trying to waste the last ten minutes of your workday?!

Ahem. I’m better now.