Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hope you can get good use out of the calming meds you got from the doctor.
I am indeed.
Yeah, the health care thing is awesome news.
It really is. And it leads me to believe they'll be equally generous with severance. (Which our ridiculous finance guy keeps referring to as a "sales bonus." This is not Glengarry Glen Ross, finance guy. I move words for a living. I don't sell things.)
Tim would have courthouse-married me before September if we needed to put me on his insurance. But now we don't have to, and I admit I'm glad I only get one wedding.
Great news about the health care, Steph.
ita, as Laura said, I actually find the knowing comforting. Now it's just learning how to live one day after another, instead of surviving from one weekend to another. And there are good sides to this.
So I'm now back at my place in Haifa, in the German Colony (meaning, really beautiful houses), five minutes from the port, watching the last moments of sunset with the roofs of the buildings of the neighborhood and the heavy machinery of the port in the background. And that's fantastic.
So I'm now back at my place in Haifa, in the German Colony (meaning, really beautiful houses), five minutes from the port, watching the last moments of sunset with the roofs of the buildings of the neighborhood and the heavy machinery of the port in the background. And that's fantastic.
Sounds like my place... well, except for the German Colony/nice building part. It's amazing how relaxing it is to watch the sun set.
As for your stress after the stress. I'd think of it like a concert. You go, you rock out. You think nothing about how cool/great/loud it is while you are there. But when you leave, and for the next couple days, your ears are still ringing. Each day (hopefully each hour) it diminishes. But. You still feel it for a little while. Not the best of analogies, but there it is. And on that note, folks, when going to concerts BRING EAR PLUGS. If you have to scream to your buddy how great it is, then the PA is too loud. A little public service announcement from your sound guy. Protect the ears.
Shir, I think it's more along the lines of, life can move fast. It sounds like you do triage really well. Deal with the stress as it comes, sort it immediatly, tackle it, move on. But now that the battle is done. Your brain is starting to catch up on all you've done. You didn't have time to second guess. To over analyze. So, your brain is doing it now. Just remember, you can't change the past. Learn lessons from it? Sure! Change it. Not likely. So as your brain is processing it all, make note of the lessons learned, and let it go. Don't stew on it. If it helps, maybe write down the lessons, so your brain can think "ok, it's written down, no need to keep this on the surface anymore". Kinda like taking notes in class.
Askye, Hope the apartment hunting went well!
Steph, two weeks is fast. But the health insurance for the rest of the year is great. Really helps with the job search, and with pre-existing conditions, and stuff. I hope the cash is equally generous, especially since you've been there for, what was it? 18 years??
As for doing the archiving, or whatever it is. Dude, if they aren't hiring you, and they are only giving 2 weeks to wrap up 20 years of publishing. Clearly it's a low priority. Do what you need to do. And be done with it. Don't think a second thought about it. They made the choice. They need to live with the consequences.
So I think my landlady's dad just showed me the apartment to be nice.
So it's back to the drawing board.
Steph, I'm glad about the benefits. I hope the severance is as equally generous.
ASOS carry some good brands of bigger bras and are cheaper than buying bras here. I don't know if I'd buy a bra w/o trying it on, but if there's a brans and style you know and like, it's a good deal. In fact, there's a sale on now, and I am kicking myself for not looking before my size sold out. [link]
I applied for a job, it's part time retail and one of those online things. I probably should have picked loading up my full resume, but I'll see what happens. This was kind of a test run and there was no anxiety.
And the problem with feet seems to have resolved itself.
Hoping that the ~ma helped your dad through the procedure, Epic.
Yay for happy feet and test run job applying!
I really have no bra issues. I never even wore the things until I was nearly 40 (old hippie) and will happily stop wearing them when I have lost a bit more weight. I never get anything with wires. The stretchy soft varieties work for me. I've purchased a few camisoles recently but haven't quite been comfortable enough to go without the bra, yet. The number one reason I still wear them is a heat and humidity issue with living in Florida. A very bad rash happens under my breasts if I am not careful in the heat.
askye, job and apartment ~ma!
Shir, what they all said. And yay for time to read!
Steph, health insurance through year's end is good news. If they can't be bothered to give you what you need to transfer stuff, c'est la vie, and file under Not My Dang Problem but in French so it sounds elegant.
I go on vacation Thursday. I can't wait. I really need a vacation.
Surgical~ma for your dad, Epic.
Askye, good work applying for that job. I hope your apartment search goes well, too.
smonster, I hope you are enjoying your day off.
Teppy, I am very glad to hear about the continued health coverage. That's excellent. The rest of the stress is cruddy for you, so you have my heartfelt Thbbpt! in the direction of those causing your stress.
Aaargh. What's the point of tagging my bag as a VIP if you don't bother to load it on the damn plane??? I am now in the Omaha airport for two hors waiting for my bag. Which has rapidly melting food in it because the TSA doesn't trust us with freaking salad dressing. I'm exhausted and pissed and have a bunch of work I have to do tonight, but I have to cross my fingers it makes it on the next flight (still not assured!) before I can collect it and drive over an hour. I want a fucking nap and am seriously cranky until then.
