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I know, I’m a bit behind. But I wasn’t moved by Day 14s question and that jammed up my troof. Seriously, do not read Gal’s letter to Bill Clinton. (her damn writing is giving me a complex!) While I don’t feel quite the same way about former President Clinton, I would agree with her on a good deal of it.
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Dear Hal,
I’m not sure what happened but in the blink of an eye, you went from really cool dude to weird dude who seems to crave attention. I know this is actually more about me and how I felt you weren’t paying attention when I was talking to you after your show (finally, I admit it) but it’s not been the same since. I still think are funny as hell and am still amazed that one person’s head can hold that much info. But my love affair with you has ended. Probably for the best.
Let’s just go our separate ways and maybe our paths will meet up again.
Love (or not so much),
Me
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
That would be the internets. Just today I was pondering what would happen if I blew a gasket at work and started slamming things and stabbing people. (Wait, did I say that last thing out loud? Damn. Never mind.) Duty reminded me that there are few, if any, internet privs in prison which is where my ass would be should I go all beserker on my co-workers. So, threatened with the mere thought of no internets, I calmed the fuck down and went back inside my cage. (Yep, that is actually the name of the space where I sit. The Cage. Apt, yes?)
Second to the internets would be coffee. Duh.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
My damn day job. The people are nice (mostly) but if I never, ever have to answer another phone call in my life, I’ll be over the moon with joy. Yesterday, I spent 30 minutes adding a middle initial to a guy’s 40 separate accounts because he would be very upset if his initials were not separated by a space on his statements. (See what kinds of things preoccupy the minds of those with money? This kind of shit.) I am so so so ready to just be done with that job.
I remember when I worked at another firm and knew it was time to leave by this one simple conversation:
Client on phone: my account balance is off by 30 cents.
Me: Uh, what? 30 cents?
Client: Yes. Where’s my 30 cents? You people are stealing from me.
Me: Dude, I will mail you 30 cents tomorrow if you promise me you’ll go outside and take a deep breath and contemplate what’s important. (CLICK)
I am so in the wrong field. Must. leave. soon.
(See? I told you I was in a crap mood. What’s that? I didn’t? Well, now you know.)
The infamous BSOD on your desktop computer at work.
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Of course, this is what I found so my morning started off rather chaotically and didn’t get much better from there. Got my hair done tonight (a 3 hour deal) and we had a HUGE ass storm so I’m only now getting caught up on my stuff. A total waste of a day, actually. I accomplished little. As Miss Scarlett would say: “Oh well, tomorrow’s another day.” And so it is.
More later.
What is it about rude people that causes me to be a bit on the stabby side? It sets off all kinds of alarms for me and I literally almost see red. I bet it’s a funky past life thing where I totally ran about stabbing people for being rude. LOL
Because I have that empath/clairaudient thing going on, I am unbelievably sensitive to energies over the phone. Which is probably not helpful in having to deal with the general public because nothing … and I mean NOTHING … sets me off more than a shitty (lack of) greeting on the phone. And today I was getting it from all sides. Ignorant morons on the phone, then said I.M. came into the office (and did nothing to dispel my opinion of him), goofballs who think they’re being funny but they’re just stupid and various and sundry other types of BS.
Also, too: think adding my new thyroid meds + some supps might have been overdoing it a tad. Checked the interwebs for signs of HYPERthyroidism and sure enough, agitation was listed right there at the top. Hmmm, sez I. Might there be a connection, sez I. There might be. So, we shall discontinue the supps and see how the meds work on their own.
(And yes, Jody, I’m not a big fan of the pharmaclub, either. Would rather address this solely with supps and am working toward that.)
So, my day has been agitated and sucky. What a combo! Don’t look at my Twitter timeline from 8-9 tonight during Idol. I was not a kind person. Where did my love and light go? I think it’s taken a powder! Come back, Love*and*Light, come back! (Chases after it with a butterfly net)
Quick post before work – have made it to the gym all three days this week! Woot! However, I did forget my sneakers on Tuesday and it’s hard to do the treadmill in heels so I just floated in the pool. During that float/meditation time, my guides were kind enough to share a blog idea with me so I’ve got something rolling around in my head for posting over on Practically Intuitive soon.
Still trying to decide if I truly am going to “drag my ass for hope” this year. Easier to just go and watch for random spyings of Cookie but how lame is that, right? (I suck, I know.)
Hal is hosting the Steph show all week and he’s doing a great job. Wish I could watch him on the livestream cam from work but don’t want to be blaring political stuff at the front desk out of respect for others. I know I wouldn’t appreciate Rushbo or someone of that ilk being blared near me even for a hour a day so I am aiming to be respectful. Speaking of which, what the hell is going on with those idiots getting themselves all riled up over a health insurance bill? I’ve been saying for many, many months (not necessarily on here, though) that it’s all racially motivated. And that just becomes clearer by the day. Damn, y’all. Pull it together. Life will not end because a black man is president. Your rights aren’t being stolen out from under you – even though they were under the previous administration and of course you said NOTHING. Ugh. Wake up for pity sake before someone gets killed and we ALL have to pay a price for your stupidity.
/rant
Byeeee for now from Snarkistan, USA
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This is exactly the kind of day when it’s going to be hard work holding the vibration of joy. I’m tired because I watched an episode of Intervention before going to bed (I know, what the hell was I thinking?) and then couldn’t get to sleep. After coming back downstairs, farting around online, drinking coffee (I know, what the hell was I thinking?), I finally managed to fall asleep around 2am. Woke up all groggy and blarghy.
Gal, thanks for helping me understand my weird OCD around fonts and whatnot. You’re right – my writing and presentation thereof is a reflection of me and so I want it to show on the outside how my soul really is on the inside. (Thank goodness I don’t have that same standard of measure for my cluttery house!) I spent an hour last night again futzing with templates and finally forced myself to just pick ONE and go with it. I don’t know what my issue is but I have to get past it on this.
And here’s a GRRR I encountered yesterday and was thisclose to saying something but thanks to my Angels intercession, I had to turn away and force myself to just be quiet. A client was in the office and the broker wished them Happy Holidays to which they said “I prefer to say Merry Christmas” (and honestly, WTF? How about you just be a nice person and say “the same to you” because the intent is for your happiness, mmmkay?). Evangelical Christian co-worker (the one who thinks I am the devil in disguise) says “Oh, I am so glad to hear you say that!”. I wanted to turn to both the client AND EC C-W and say “Saying Happy Holidays is a way to respect ALL faiths, not just yours which you seem to think must be followed by everyone else.” It just pissed me off. (trying hard to avert a longer rant). Damn. Must everyone be so fucking closed minded?
Long story somewhat shorter: Angels pretty much put masking tape on my mouth and said “Turn away now and just be quiet!” and so I did because while I may be Satan’s minion some days, my angels always win out.
BTW, I ate all the cookies I had left. And am 900000 pounds now.
Notes from the field:
1. Cousin O’Love and her husband, let’s call him Excel Man prepared the Thanksgiving feast and what a feast it was! Straight from Gia’s kitchen we had the most wonderful food prepared with impeccable timing thanks to his use of some foreign thing called a “timeline”. I know not of this thing but apparently, it seems to work. Most of the meal was right on schedule (more or less). His time as the Goddaughter of Love’s kitchen minion was well spent. He learned at the hands of a master. When they open a Bed & Breakfast (by the beach, preferably) I shall be one of their happiest customers.
2. I did not get out of my pajamas Friday at all. I spent the day doing intuitive readings and hanging out with all kinds of Guide teams. I’m pretty sure this is at the forefront of my work because I love it, for one thing and for another, the feedback I’m getting is that their words really resonate with those who have asked for the readings. This makes my bitty high heart happy.
3. I watched two of my favorite movies on Friday as well – Enchanted and Return to Me. Oh, to be a princess in New York, wandering around, dancing with strangers and making dresses out of curtains! Or having the man of my dreams (or David Duchovney, doesn’t matter) follow me to Italy to tell me he loves me. If you haven’t seen either of these movies, I highly recommend them.
4. My “stop looking all puffy” diet began yesterday – and had I not already been in that mindset, I would have after seeing pics from Thanksgiving. Oh. My. God. This has been a weird eating year. I went from fasting for 12 days in January and doing so well and feeling great to swinging up to my highest post gastric bypass weight in 12 years. What the hell? At any rate, I’m done. While eating whatever I wanted felt good in the short-term, long-term it feels like crap. I feel like crap. My body is too good to me to continue to treat it this way. So, back to counting carbs and a bit of calories. And yes, I know. What a challenge to do this at the holiday season. Am I nuts? (don’t answer that)
5. Is there a reason that all media attention is on Tiger Woods and his accident other than lurid curiosity? No? Okay. Honestly, leave the dude alone. It ain’t anyone’s business. Most shit that gets disseminated now by so called “news” media is no one’s business. And what IS our business isn’t quite as “sexy” so no one hears about it and/or they hear distortions.
Okay, that’s it for dispatches from the field. Have a good Tuesday!
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First off, it’s Friday and that alone makes things seem better.
Secondly, the sun is out. Hooray!
I had the day from hell yesterday at work. Most of the time there, things run from slowish to busy but every once in a while, all hell breaks loose and I feel pulled in a million ways. I’ve learned that last bit is one of my BIG triggers. It started the very moment I walked in the door there and didn’t stop until after 4pm. And perhaps it’s a trade-off for the days where I sit there with nothing to do. (Ah! Such a Libran – always seeking the balance.) But when those days hit, I want to scream and throw things.
I think I will put ALL the frigging candy out in one big ass bowl and let people fight among themselves. This shit about begging to look in the bag (again!) is annoying me. It’s not even that so much as their timing in begging is completely off. Can people just once look outside their own self? Damn.
I promise, this is the last time I whine about this candy situation. I’m annoying myself with it and surely you, too. There are lots bigger things in this world for concern – candy begging is such small potatoes. (balance, y’all!)
/rant for week – promise.
Thanks for listening. In the words of Margaret & Helen: “I mean it. Really”.
TEE HEE – this made me laugh right out loud all alone in my house
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