Had a nice time yesterday at my bro's. It's nice of them to let me invite myself over to dinner. And dinner was GOOD, too, damn good. You better know I appreciate home cooking nowadays. I used to cook for myself and then eat a week from the leftovers. I don't know why I don't do it now (excuse: I had an apartment with a decent kitchen back then: bigger than a closet with plenty of cabinets and counter-top space).
My bro told me that he burned 2,800 calories riding his bike yesterday. That sounds lethal! He's already a beanpole. Like me, if he gains weight it's flab around his middle but he doesn't really get fat (well, I can get fat if I set my mind to it). If I burn 400 calories I'm out of commission for two days or more. I don't know how he does it. Speaking of which, I'm working out today, gottdammit, if it kills me! It's been over a week.
Okay, here's a somewhat weird turn of events: My SIL has gotten a job at the company where I used to work prior to going back to school. I hated that place, but she's a "professional" while I was just a schmuck, so it'll be better for her. Her admin, though, is someone I used to work with, which is freaking me out. Actually she's lucky because D. is competent and efficient. She used to have her dark side though: she was part of a nasty, vicious gossip pool. But SIL won't have to worry about that so much, not being her peer. Plus she's far more socially savvy than I.
The thought of being confined to an office all day (and by office, I mean office building; I had a cube) makes me sad. Remember the scant hour you get for lunch, where you drive madly to an eatery, stand in line with all the other joes and choke down your meal before screaming back to work? I remember the fluorescent lighting, the blue indoor/outdoor carpeting on the floors and the lighter blue fabric of the cubicle walls. Sometimes I was so bored I'd go to other coffee stations and make coffee, just because. I used to wish I smoked so I could join others outside. Sometimes I went with them anyway. And I was always eating chocolate, for the sensory stimulation, I guess. I never understood how people could be happy working in such an environment. Maybe the professionals had it okay because they were doing work they enjoyed and they had offices with windows. I dunno. Most likely economics will dictate that once again I'll work for a company of some sort, but I don't relish the idea. I just hope I don't hate it, that's all I can ask.
Something I've always thought blows is the few vacation days Americans get. Two weeks a year?! Give me a fucking break. You go from three months a year to two weeks. How does that make sense? I never made it without using up all my sick time well before the year was out.
Me bro let me use his camera and computer to take pics of my latest creation for the auction. He's got a Fuji something-or-other. It's sweet. While I've always liked my Olympus Camedia C-2020, it's certainly getting long in the tooth by now. Also, it has a tendency to overdo the blues. With Ron's camera, I didn't have to make any color adjustments at all. So what does that mean? I need a new camera -- ha, ha. And a new computer, and shit, while I'm at it, a new everything.
With all these lofty plans, I'd better get to work.
10:24 PM
And work I did, all day. This doll is my best work to date and shit, after all this effort she'd better *sell*. I'm dying to know how my other auctions are doing but I guess I won't find out until tomorrow. I like eBay; I think it's fun. You do have to deal with some freaks sometimes though.
I have no idea what the office hours for the computer lab are during spring break. The community college lab is closed.
Yesterday morning I met up with a dolly friend at a dolly function. I like her but she talks a mile a minute and I can barely get a word in edgewise. It's exhausting. It might be because she's home all day with no one to talk to. I should have asked her how to administer medicine to a cat.
Bah, Newman's mounting Missy. At least now he can't knock her up. He gets better looking every day, that boy. He spent a lot of time on my lap today, which I like. I think that he's already more affectionate like he was prior to acquiring his balls. He doesn't seem to miss 'em, which is good.
Missy and Peep are turning out to be lovely ladies, too. The contrast is especially striking with Peep, the tortie. You should have seen the raggedy, flea-bitten little mite she was. I remember bathing them to try to get rid of the fleas, and they were as light and fragile as birds.
My back's killing me. I'm going to bed. And did I work out? Oh no. But money's more important right now.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:53 AM
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