lots of mundane stuff
Feb. 7th, 2011 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinI am grateful for Mondays, because if I have a reason to gripe about Mondays, it means I'm employed.
I have decided that Monday will be Red Shoe Day, at least for the foreseeable future. I like the idea of compensating for Mondays and Tuesdays by going out to lunch and wearing my favorite clothes. Dad gave me a couple sweater vests that don't fit him well any more (he's losing weight like gangbusters), so I'm in the grey one today with plaid trousers (black and white, but the print is so small that it looks grey from more than two feet away) and a black button-down shirt. Red flats and red rose earrings add a pop of color at either end.
Another fantastic lunch with local flist friends.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillithj and I were planning to meet at some point during the weekend when she said bambu345 was coming down to see her Saturday, so we combined them into one expedition. We'd planned on Lebanese food on Second Street, but no one knew that Saturday was the chocolate festival. Belmont Shore was a zoo. They picked me up, and we went to a Mexican place downtown instead.
Thank God for the Internet, without which I never would have met so many like-minded people. I would have languished away in perpetual terror of being discovered as a geek and never known there are others like me out there. Not just the two friends I mentioned, but everyone I've encountered over the last six years in fandom. *blows smooches to the flist*
Saturday night was pretty cool, too. I got to the Mysterium Theater with about two seconds to spare and enjoyed the first act of Alice in Wonderland in a solitary pew. Jeff the director was a row behind me, filming, and he said later that he appreciated all my laughs. Phil, who was at work until five minutes after curtain, showed up in time for intermission and the second act, so I had some company. Two other Scrooge and Marley alumni were in the audience (and there were three alums who were on stage in Alice), so we had a nice little reunion and caught up with each other on the holidays and current projects.
After Alice, about forty of us went to a restaurant to celebrate Shannon's birthday. I was seated in the worst possible place; the people I knew best, including Phil, were all on my left, which is my bad ear. Noisy partygoers I didn't know and the rest of the restaurant (noisy music) were all on my right. I didn't contribute much to the conversation because my lip-reading skills aren't that great, but it was still good food and good company. And Shannon's mom is a sweetheart, so it was a pleasure to meet her. Exhausted, I staggered out of the restaurant well after one in the morning, and I wasn't the last to leave.
Mom called as she was leaving Aunt Millie's yesterday to see how I was. Being out until almost two trashed my sleep schedule, so I spent most of the time I should have been in church asleep instead. (I tried to get ready for church, but it just wasn't happening.) So I rested, and when Mom called in the early afternoon and offered to come home and keep me company for a few hours, I wasn't about to say no. We watched a few episodes of Black Books and Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes, and then she wanted to see more Black Books. She called Jimbo and found out he doesn't have a gig today, so she stayed the night and left this morning. I can't tell you how nice it was to see her, even for just a few hours!
Six years ago today, I stumbled into the law library, blitzed from a cold I'd caught the day before and two different kinds of cold medicine. I'd interned here the previous autumn for six weeks and loved it, so when JD and JT invited me to leave the bank and come work for them, I jumped at the chance. JT walked me around the entire school on my first day and introduced me to everyone in the place, and I promptly forgot everyone's name except for my fourteen library coworkers.
I hated working with the public. I hated shuffling little pieces of paper and metal around and pretending they mattered. I've always hated money, so I spent five semesters in college so I could do something different. Now I have a quiet job with no chance of internal advancement and the same stuff happening every single day. I sit in a mauve cubicle and pay bills. I watch every expenditure like a hawk. I order new materials. It's all grunt work, and I love it. Contributing to the educational process satisfies the idealist in me, though the cynic in me is well aware that most fourth-tier-law-school graduates can look forward to a satisfying career at a bank or Burger King while they pay off their six-figure student loans.
There's still shopping to be done! I've bought a few things to be short-term fixes to my wardrobe, and I have four to go before I take a break: a grey skirt, a pair of wine-colored heels, a black sweater, and some black trousers. Those will keep me going until July (when summer really sets in). Once I purchase them, I'll take a break from clothes shopping and save up for a camera. I've been in more photos in the last two years than I've been in in the first 35 years of my life thanks to Phil, but depending on him for that -- and not being able to take photos when he isn't there -- is becoming tiresome.
Right. Time for a cuppa while I type up an interview for the library's newsletter. Late lunch from Chipotle and button shopping in another hour. Happy Monday!
I have decided that Monday will be Red Shoe Day, at least for the foreseeable future. I like the idea of compensating for Mondays and Tuesdays by going out to lunch and wearing my favorite clothes. Dad gave me a couple sweater vests that don't fit him well any more (he's losing weight like gangbusters), so I'm in the grey one today with plaid trousers (black and white, but the print is so small that it looks grey from more than two feet away) and a black button-down shirt. Red flats and red rose earrings add a pop of color at either end.
Another fantastic lunch with local flist friends.
lillithj and I were planning to meet at some point during the weekend when she said bambu345 was coming down to see her Saturday, so we combined them into one expedition. We'd planned on Lebanese food on Second Street, but no one knew that Saturday was the chocolate festival. Belmont Shore was a zoo. They picked me up, and we went to a Mexican place downtown instead.Thank God for the Internet, without which I never would have met so many like-minded people. I would have languished away in perpetual terror of being discovered as a geek and never known there are others like me out there. Not just the two friends I mentioned, but everyone I've encountered over the last six years in fandom. *blows smooches to the flist*
Saturday night was pretty cool, too. I got to the Mysterium Theater with about two seconds to spare and enjoyed the first act of Alice in Wonderland in a solitary pew. Jeff the director was a row behind me, filming, and he said later that he appreciated all my laughs. Phil, who was at work until five minutes after curtain, showed up in time for intermission and the second act, so I had some company. Two other Scrooge and Marley alumni were in the audience (and there were three alums who were on stage in Alice), so we had a nice little reunion and caught up with each other on the holidays and current projects.
After Alice, about forty of us went to a restaurant to celebrate Shannon's birthday. I was seated in the worst possible place; the people I knew best, including Phil, were all on my left, which is my bad ear. Noisy partygoers I didn't know and the rest of the restaurant (noisy music) were all on my right. I didn't contribute much to the conversation because my lip-reading skills aren't that great, but it was still good food and good company. And Shannon's mom is a sweetheart, so it was a pleasure to meet her. Exhausted, I staggered out of the restaurant well after one in the morning, and I wasn't the last to leave.
Mom called as she was leaving Aunt Millie's yesterday to see how I was. Being out until almost two trashed my sleep schedule, so I spent most of the time I should have been in church asleep instead. (I tried to get ready for church, but it just wasn't happening.) So I rested, and when Mom called in the early afternoon and offered to come home and keep me company for a few hours, I wasn't about to say no. We watched a few episodes of Black Books and Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes, and then she wanted to see more Black Books. She called Jimbo and found out he doesn't have a gig today, so she stayed the night and left this morning. I can't tell you how nice it was to see her, even for just a few hours!
Six years ago today, I stumbled into the law library, blitzed from a cold I'd caught the day before and two different kinds of cold medicine. I'd interned here the previous autumn for six weeks and loved it, so when JD and JT invited me to leave the bank and come work for them, I jumped at the chance. JT walked me around the entire school on my first day and introduced me to everyone in the place, and I promptly forgot everyone's name except for my fourteen library coworkers.
I hated working with the public. I hated shuffling little pieces of paper and metal around and pretending they mattered. I've always hated money, so I spent five semesters in college so I could do something different. Now I have a quiet job with no chance of internal advancement and the same stuff happening every single day. I sit in a mauve cubicle and pay bills. I watch every expenditure like a hawk. I order new materials. It's all grunt work, and I love it. Contributing to the educational process satisfies the idealist in me, though the cynic in me is well aware that most fourth-tier-law-school graduates can look forward to a satisfying career at a bank or Burger King while they pay off their six-figure student loans.
There's still shopping to be done! I've bought a few things to be short-term fixes to my wardrobe, and I have four to go before I take a break: a grey skirt, a pair of wine-colored heels, a black sweater, and some black trousers. Those will keep me going until July (when summer really sets in). Once I purchase them, I'll take a break from clothes shopping and save up for a camera. I've been in more photos in the last two years than I've been in in the first 35 years of my life thanks to Phil, but depending on him for that -- and not being able to take photos when he isn't there -- is becoming tiresome.
Right. Time for a cuppa while I type up an interview for the library's newsletter. Late lunch from Chipotle and button shopping in another hour. Happy Monday!
