I have been a buffista MORE THAN A DECADE!!!!!!!!

I remember when you got THAT JOB!!!

ME TOO!!!! And I thought it was fairly recent!

Today there is going to be a party because it is my 10th anniversary here.

In May I got my company's 10th anniversary gift delivered in the mail. One week after I was laid off. It's funny now.

Today there is going to be a party because it is my 10th anniversary here. It kinda freaks my shit out a little because I have never stayed on any job nearly this long. There is going to be a party and I am getting an iPad, which will go a LONG way to mitigate my freaked-out shit.

Congrats!

If they don't lay me off in the meantime, I'll be having my 20 year anniversary in 15 months. But I won't be getting anything as nice as an iPad, that's for sure. The gifts catalog has some okay stuff in it, but nothing that pricey.

heh ... talking about going to work for snacks reminded me of a story in the paper the other day. Seemingly, with a hurricane bearing down on us, people stocked up on junk food (no worries about twinkies going bad!). The paper described it "as if Mr. Hyde had gone shopping and Dr. Jekyll had to fix breakfast" (or words to that effect).

ME TOO!!!! And I thought it was fairly recent!

Me three!!!

Man, no sooner did I post about my computer not recognizing me than I had a thought - which I acted on and now I'm back in.

Woo hoo!

(My thought was that my computer had reverted to a previous password and it had.)

ME TOO!!!! And I thought it was fairly recent!

Me three!!!

Right there with alla y'all.

I have been a Buffista since we called ourselves Buffistas. Man, that's a long time.

I don't think I've ever gotten closer to wanting children than thinking, "If I ever have a daughter, I'll name her Kathleen, for my aunt." That's about it.

I love my nieces with all my heart, and I hope to love my nephews and youngest niece as much (although it will be harder--my brothers all live some distance away). But I don't think I ever looked at them and thought, "Gotta get me one of those." Posterity has been taken care of.

And I'm single, and will probably stay single, but I don't mind--I like my life. I have supportive family, good health, friends nearby, hobbies I enjoy, and a good job. If it weren't for my parents' health, I would wonder how I got to be so lucky. I don't spend time wishing I were in a romantic relationship, I've got too much else to do.

Which all sounds like denial, I suppose, but it's more like acceptance of the good in my life. In many ways, I'm not a risk-taker, and going looking for the (to me) mythical Great Love would mean giving up other things I value a lot, and which I have in my hand.

Anyway, I can't be a cat-lady--my entire family is allergic. I see myself in some elder-housing with my sister, with her complaining about me spending too much time on the computer instead of out in the garden, or walking the dogs...

I guess this is the week for depression. I invoke Allyson's Perspective clause; I know people have it worse than me, but since Sunday before last, I have been hit with the worst bout of the Black Dog in a couple of years.

Like, a week without bathing, I've lost 7 pounds, all I've done is sleep and zombie, I'm worrying my husband.

Bleargh.

So I'm forcing myself to type this because if I don't tell anyone, then The Black Dog will just dig in deeper and I'll go one saying "Dog? What dog?" until I bleed to death or get rabies.

Hi. There's a dog. I need to shower. I feel better than I did yesterday.

And Maria, if you hadn't come on-line yesterday talking about your maybe-dog (dog? what dog?), I'd probably be back in bed, instead of trying to mace my dog.

So, there's that, chica. (Why is it so much easier to see the awesome in others? And this isn't a mememe to tell me how great I am, because right now? I'm SO not great at all, and I know it. I'm pretty damned shit.)

This isn't making sense, but if I don't hit post now, I'll crawl back into bed, so fuck it.