Sean, it's time for a roommie meeting. At least pay SOME of it.
Can I get some Travel~ma for a friend. She was a co-worker here at the university. Her father is getting to the point where she feels that she needs to be with him, and is in process of moving from California, back to Virginia. She has an old Rav4 (or something like it, I forget what model car). She purchased a dumpy "trailer". Something that was the bed of an old Chevy pick up truck. She got it for a song, on the cheap. And like most things cheap, you end up paying for it down the road. Before she left, she learned it's bolts had been sheared off, and the bed was sliding around the frame, rubbing on the tires as it made turns. She got that fixed, before leaving, thankfully. She's made it to New Mexico, and the fan belt popped on her little 4 cylinder car. And it sounds like her GI tract isn't liking road food. She's not had a good 24 hours. Please send good thoughts her way. K. Thanks.
Sending health vibes to those who need it, Biyi, Aimee, and Steph's dad too.
This evening, I was privileged to perform a wedding for two gentlemen from Florida who came up here specifically to honor the Supreme Court.
The ring bearers, so to speak, were their two Cocker Spaniels.
The human guests were delightful. We all had a lovely time.
On the way home, my Ghanan cab driver asked what I was up to. When I told him, he pulled out his phone and called his fiance to talk to me about doing _their_ wedding in November. She was a bit bemused, to be sure.
I've never done a 'customary' wedding, as he called it, but I'm game!
I love how these connections are happening. The couple this evening know someone who knows someone who was at one of my weddings last month. Serendipity!
Upon learning that I don't have a cell phone, one of the delightful guests exclaimed, "She's so glamorous!"
Glamorous? I've only ever heard "PITA", so that was a delightful change.
for the record, my choice of wine in the summer is Vinho Verde - Portugese, white, crisp, refreshing, best served very cold. Also cheap.
Me too, Todd! TJ's has a great one for about $4 a bottle. I used to buy it by the case.
Much ~ma for Biyi's mother and Aims.
TJ's has a great one for about $4 a bottle. I used to buy it by the case.
My summer wine is a sparkling rose from TJs. It's a little sweeter than I usually like, but it's a great porch sipping wine. (When the weather and bugs allow me to sit on my porch.)
bonny, that sounds lovely!
TJ's has a nice Prosecco for about $6. I smoosh (OK, MUDDLE) raspberries in the bottom of the wineglass and pour. YUM.
Due to a snafu in the registrar's office, I needed to meet the gentlemen this morning to sign their license. I felt bad for them because they chose yesterday for a specific reason, but the registrar's website is misleading and I needed to date their license for today.
Last night, I gave them a special, "pretty" certificate with the 'right' date. It is such a simple thing...Paper Direct stock and some thoughtfulness...but it goes so far.
Bless their hearts, they wanted to meet Cagney, after I talked so much about him. So sweet.
On the not up side, I think it is telling that 3 of the 5 guests work...at high levels...for major airlines but the couple would rather drive 16 hours to Miami than put their dogs on an airplane.
This totally validated the choice I've always made.
I used to work at a newspaper near the Atlanta airport, and I wrote about so many dogs lost from airplanes that I swore never to fly with a pet.
I'm in Nashville, so I'll be more lurky than usual. I'll be reading, though, to assure myself that there are still sane people in the world.
Okay, I'm not doing very well right now. I'm sick, for one thing, which I am well aware just makes everything harder. My dad is in the hospital -- he has an angiogram at 3:30 to see if he has a blockage. I don't even want to deal with it, with his utterly passive attitude toward the healthcare he receives (or doesn't receive), at all. At all. I am so over it. Tim asked me last night if I was going to visit my dad in the hospital at all, and said that *he* wanted to, and that we should go. So I feel pretty ashamed about being utterly exhausted by Chapter Infinity in the cardiac circus.
And I've got to get a resume together and start looking for jobs, and I am having a really hard time. I'm actually embarrassed to even talk about it, because I am a grown-ass adult who should be able to DO THIS, and I'm just sort of stuck and freaked out and not talking about it because I'm afraid that everyone will either yell at me or tell me I'm being ridiculous or being a baby or just not even want to deal with my bullshit. I didn't even talk about it with Tim until last night, and I was so full of Ativan at that point that I wasn't freaked out, just kind of numb, but I am currently freaking out. Hard. I mean really. I mean crying and shaking while I'm typing this.
I am convinced -- like, as sure as I know the sun will come up tomorrow -- that I'm unemployable and not qualified for anything, including jobs that are *literally* what I just spent the last 18 years doing. Like anything I do, any place that I might get a job at, I'll have to start all over again like I'm 21 years old and make minimum wage.
I don't know why I'm so convinced of that. I have no idea. None. But I am completely sure of it. There's a company that provides editing services on academic/scientific papers, to people who are primarily ESL, but who wrote their paper in English. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE DONE FOR 18 YEARS. (Not all the articles were by ESL authors, but a fair percentage of them were.) This is a job that is made for me, almost literally.
And I'm 100% convinced that if I send them my (non-existent) resume, they will laugh and pass it around in disbelief that someone like me would even try to get a job there, and then their rejection letter will just be an e-mail with a link to Nelson from the Simpsons laughing.
Possibly I need some therapy. Tim actually suggested this last night.
So I'm convinced I'm unemployable in any capacity. But I really need to actually look for a job. And I sat down to try to put a resume together, because if I don't do that, I really can't go any further, and I am just stuck. I look at How To Write A Resume websites, and I panic.
I'm really not doing okay. And I just needed to say it. Yet again. I'm sorry to keep whining about this, when other people have much bigger problems, things that are *actually* problems. I know this isn't even a fucking problem, if I would just grow the fuck up and get over myself and just do what needs to be done. But I just needed to say out loud what's been going on in my head for a week now. Not saying it has been really rough on my stupid brain.
