Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
I registered for my HR classes today. *rolls eyes* When I called the lady said, "Let me check the availability" and I closed my eyes and said, "be full, be full, be full, be full". She said, "there is availability. Your credit card number?" And I said, "7842.." Do you really think I'm telling you my credit card number? Freak. 
A~, I could not be less excited. A career in HR is not what I want. I suppose I should have thought about that before I decided not to go to college, eh? But it is where I am now, so I'm pretty much resigned to it. I hate people. (Not you, of course. I love you!) I need a nice quiet job where I sit in my little cube and analyze stuff and make spreadsheets. This is what I like. I hate people coming in all day and unloading their tiddy-baby problems on me. They're talking. I'm looking blankly at them. Is there anything on my face that makes them think I'm interested? I doubt it. I'm careful to look unconcerned. I'm kinda bitchy, actually. The come in, "I need paperwork because I'm pregnant". And instead of asking usual girl questions (squeal! "OMG. When are you due?" "Is it your first??") I say, "Okay. Have a seat. This will take just a second." I'm not known for my great people skills. Yet somehow I've pulled it off for 3 years now. I think at this point if it were to effect only me, I'd just go back to being an Admin. Low stress. One or two people to answer to. Ya know? But no. That's not how it is to be. I swear, were it not for my gf I would not bother with the HR classes. I am beyond sick and tired of school. What's the friggin' point? I'm not going to go to school for 15 years just to come out making less than I'm making now. No way. But, for the first time someone expects something from me and I'll be damned if I'm letting her down. She keeps me motivated. Because I get to these points where I just don't care enough to go ahead. (I mean with school.) And there are those pretty blue eyes looking at me and I can't help but do the right thing. Damn her. Damn her for once again making me want to be better than what I am. I know I can't do something for myself for someone else (yeah, try to make sense of that statement), but I can do it for me. And for us. Once again, I'm a team player. Or I try to be. I just sometimes lack the necessary equipment.
Speaking of necessary equipment. You ever met 2 lesbians with no electrical tape? Yeah. Me either. I need to go to HomoDepot tomorrow. We collectively broke the light kit on the ceiling fan. I kinda get off on fixing those easy things, so (even though we rent) I think I may just go pick up a new light kit if they are cheap. I'd rather do that then call the electrical guy again. Don't make me get butch on you. I will, ya know. *flexes muscle* Me be WAAY strong! Grrr!
Just had a thought when I went into the kitchen to get more wine. What if you think that my gf is condescending and tells me I have to be better? That's kinda how I made it sound. That's not the way it is. It's all me. She is so awesome, I just feel like I need to be better to deserve her. I'm sure there is some kind of psychology mumbo jumbo that says that is bad self esteem, blah blah. Yeah, cram it. It keeps me motivated, and anything that can do that, I need to encourage. That's all I'm saying. I may require some external motivation. If I call for it, please answer. It's your job, dear reader.
There is a song that I cannot get too much of. It's called "The Kind of Love You Never Recover From". *sniffle* (Scroll down. It's number 05.) It's really lame. But sad. In a happy way. As things often are.
The Indigo Girls are pissing me off. Why haven't they scheduled a date here this fall? I am becoming antsy. Why, I've only seem them twice this year so far. What are they thinking? ;) I would like to drive to ATL for the IG ballet in February (last i heard) and maybe check Watershed, Emily's restaurant. I just need someone to go with. Any takers??? Come on, ya'll. Sad, isn't it, that I'm not above asking strangers! hehe I figure if you are a big enough IG freak to travel to see them, you're PROBABLY not going to be dangerous.
Has anyone been paying attention to Bush's fire/logging/conservation thing? I should be. I was in OR when he addressed them about the issue. But I'll tell you straight up, that nothing is like seeing something in person. I saw those timberyards. The signs clearly stated when the trees were planted, harvested, planted, and will be harvested again. As long as we are using paper, I don't know a way around it. Do you? If so, please tell. I'd love to learn. I don't want any MORE managed forests, which is what I assume Bush is attempting. The managed forests were really sad looking when cleared, and of course I did the whole "The squirrel probably had him little home way in top of that big tree, and the bunny probably lived at the base of the trunk..." thing. Damn, I hate that.
This guy came in my cube today and was telling me how his neighborhood has had fox problems. He thinks it is due to a new subdivision going in where the foxes have been living. That'll do it. So, the foxes come out and eat people's kitties. They are hungry and need to eat. What else is he gonna do? The construction has probably already robbed him of his cozy den. He has no home. The people don't have their kitties. This sounds easy to me. Trap them, send them where they are safe. A reserve? Do we have enough reserves? A National Park? There must be somewhere to send them. No reason for us to exterminate them because they don't belong here. They certainly do. Just not with us here. It would be rewarding to trap those foxes and take them to a new home.
You know what else I think is interesting? The way vegetation changes as you change climate. For example, driving from tx, through NM, AZ, and CO, you come across a ton of different plants. You start in Dallas with shit, Amarillo is flat. FLAT. ABQ has some texture, if I remember correctly, AZ is just awesome. Garden of the Gods. Sedona. The Grand Canyon. But what I really notice is the vegetation along the side of the road. Like our last trip. We'd be driving, and all the sudden fern is growing next to the road. Very cool. Does anyone else have any idea what I'm trying to say here? I remember driving into flagstaff and rolling down the car windows, stick out heads out as far as we could. ------ The smell of pine trees came from out of nowhere and cleansed my spirit just a tad. Maybe just because it was different. I'd love to visit Sedona again someday. During the 'off season'. And though I've been to the Grand Canyon 3 times, I'd love to go there in the off season too and actually get down inside the booger and camp.
I want a pet squirrel. I love rodents. They are just darling. What I'd really like is a minikitty. You know, Boo-Boo, palm size. And without the wonderful ability to wake us each morning by knocking something down or biting our toes.
Wednesday
Wednesday we drove to Clallam and checked out the Juan de Fuca. Actually quite gorgeous. The water was so incredibly clear. We could see the mountains (hills, whatever) across in Canada. Water was a purdy purdy blue. We stayed there for awhile collecting some rocks. Then we drove to Ozette for a 9 mile walk. It turned into a 6 mile walk. Walking on the beach is just hard, girls. It is. And when you have to pee, it just ain't a good combination. Also, it stunk out there. Grody.
I think it's time for bed. Talk to you tomorrow, I hope.
Have a good day.
Strait of Juan de Fuca. See Canada?
A~, I could not be less excited. A career in HR is not what I want. I suppose I should have thought about that before I decided not to go to college, eh? But it is where I am now, so I'm pretty much resigned to it. I hate people. (Not you, of course. I love you!) I need a nice quiet job where I sit in my little cube and analyze stuff and make spreadsheets. This is what I like. I hate people coming in all day and unloading their tiddy-baby problems on me. They're talking. I'm looking blankly at them. Is there anything on my face that makes them think I'm interested? I doubt it. I'm careful to look unconcerned. I'm kinda bitchy, actually. The come in, "I need paperwork because I'm pregnant". And instead of asking usual girl questions (squeal! "OMG. When are you due?" "Is it your first??") I say, "Okay. Have a seat. This will take just a second." I'm not known for my great people skills. Yet somehow I've pulled it off for 3 years now. I think at this point if it were to effect only me, I'd just go back to being an Admin. Low stress. One or two people to answer to. Ya know? But no. That's not how it is to be. I swear, were it not for my gf I would not bother with the HR classes. I am beyond sick and tired of school. What's the friggin' point? I'm not going to go to school for 15 years just to come out making less than I'm making now. No way. But, for the first time someone expects something from me and I'll be damned if I'm letting her down. She keeps me motivated. Because I get to these points where I just don't care enough to go ahead. (I mean with school.) And there are those pretty blue eyes looking at me and I can't help but do the right thing. Damn her. Damn her for once again making me want to be better than what I am. I know I can't do something for myself for someone else (yeah, try to make sense of that statement), but I can do it for me. And for us. Once again, I'm a team player. Or I try to be. I just sometimes lack the necessary equipment.
Speaking of necessary equipment. You ever met 2 lesbians with no electrical tape? Yeah. Me either. I need to go to HomoDepot tomorrow. We collectively broke the light kit on the ceiling fan. I kinda get off on fixing those easy things, so (even though we rent) I think I may just go pick up a new light kit if they are cheap. I'd rather do that then call the electrical guy again. Don't make me get butch on you. I will, ya know. *flexes muscle* Me be WAAY strong! Grrr!
Just had a thought when I went into the kitchen to get more wine. What if you think that my gf is condescending and tells me I have to be better? That's kinda how I made it sound. That's not the way it is. It's all me. She is so awesome, I just feel like I need to be better to deserve her. I'm sure there is some kind of psychology mumbo jumbo that says that is bad self esteem, blah blah. Yeah, cram it. It keeps me motivated, and anything that can do that, I need to encourage. That's all I'm saying. I may require some external motivation. If I call for it, please answer. It's your job, dear reader.
There is a song that I cannot get too much of. It's called "The Kind of Love You Never Recover From". *sniffle* (Scroll down. It's number 05.) It's really lame. But sad. In a happy way. As things often are.
The Indigo Girls are pissing me off. Why haven't they scheduled a date here this fall? I am becoming antsy. Why, I've only seem them twice this year so far. What are they thinking? ;) I would like to drive to ATL for the IG ballet in February (last i heard) and maybe check Watershed, Emily's restaurant. I just need someone to go with. Any takers??? Come on, ya'll. Sad, isn't it, that I'm not above asking strangers! hehe I figure if you are a big enough IG freak to travel to see them, you're PROBABLY not going to be dangerous.
Has anyone been paying attention to Bush's fire/logging/conservation thing? I should be. I was in OR when he addressed them about the issue. But I'll tell you straight up, that nothing is like seeing something in person. I saw those timberyards. The signs clearly stated when the trees were planted, harvested, planted, and will be harvested again. As long as we are using paper, I don't know a way around it. Do you? If so, please tell. I'd love to learn. I don't want any MORE managed forests, which is what I assume Bush is attempting. The managed forests were really sad looking when cleared, and of course I did the whole "The squirrel probably had him little home way in top of that big tree, and the bunny probably lived at the base of the trunk..." thing. Damn, I hate that.
This guy came in my cube today and was telling me how his neighborhood has had fox problems. He thinks it is due to a new subdivision going in where the foxes have been living. That'll do it. So, the foxes come out and eat people's kitties. They are hungry and need to eat. What else is he gonna do? The construction has probably already robbed him of his cozy den. He has no home. The people don't have their kitties. This sounds easy to me. Trap them, send them where they are safe. A reserve? Do we have enough reserves? A National Park? There must be somewhere to send them. No reason for us to exterminate them because they don't belong here. They certainly do. Just not with us here. It would be rewarding to trap those foxes and take them to a new home.
You know what else I think is interesting? The way vegetation changes as you change climate. For example, driving from tx, through NM, AZ, and CO, you come across a ton of different plants. You start in Dallas with shit, Amarillo is flat. FLAT. ABQ has some texture, if I remember correctly, AZ is just awesome. Garden of the Gods. Sedona. The Grand Canyon. But what I really notice is the vegetation along the side of the road. Like our last trip. We'd be driving, and all the sudden fern is growing next to the road. Very cool. Does anyone else have any idea what I'm trying to say here? I remember driving into flagstaff and rolling down the car windows, stick out heads out as far as we could. ------ The smell of pine trees came from out of nowhere and cleansed my spirit just a tad. Maybe just because it was different. I'd love to visit Sedona again someday. During the 'off season'. And though I've been to the Grand Canyon 3 times, I'd love to go there in the off season too and actually get down inside the booger and camp.
I want a pet squirrel. I love rodents. They are just darling. What I'd really like is a minikitty. You know, Boo-Boo, palm size. And without the wonderful ability to wake us each morning by knocking something down or biting our toes.
Wednesday
Wednesday we drove to Clallam and checked out the Juan de Fuca. Actually quite gorgeous. The water was so incredibly clear. We could see the mountains (hills, whatever) across in Canada. Water was a purdy purdy blue. We stayed there for awhile collecting some rocks. Then we drove to Ozette for a 9 mile walk. It turned into a 6 mile walk. Walking on the beach is just hard, girls. It is. And when you have to pee, it just ain't a good combination. Also, it stunk out there. Grody.
I think it's time for bed. Talk to you tomorrow, I hope.
Have a good day.
Strait of Juan de Fuca. See Canada?
Dawn, 9:37 PM
