Saturday, October 25, 2014
Our washing machine hasn't worked right since August, and I've been getting up early on Saturday mornings and going to the laundromat.
While it's a bit of an inconvenience to have to get up, I kind of like doing it early in the morning, and having the rest of the day free. Usually at home, since it's single loads one after the other, I park in front of the computer and edit photos or play games.
Today, I'm going to St. Vincent Park to watch Gaelic football with the buddy I went to dinner with the other night.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Overall, it's been a good week.
I'm starting to become interested in photography again, which I have missed. My problem has been that my hip hurts so badly, I cannot walk without a cane, and juggling the cane and the camera has been awful. I'm hoping that losing weight will help diminish the pain in the hip and I can avoid the NSAIDs and surgery (to be honest, I have not been to a doctor about this at all).
My friend Britt seems to be in a little bit better spirits. I may join him tomorrow to watch Gaelic Football here in St. Louis. He plays another Gaelic sport called hurling, which is very fast paced and played with sticks. It's similar to lacrosse.
This morning, since I've lost a bit of weight, I treated myself to a Mocha Caffe' with soymilk. Pretty yummy. I think for the next ten, I will schedule a mani/pedicure.
I miss walking.
Blog, Day 18.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Blog day 17
I gotta take the small steps.
Last night, my friend Britt and I had dinner at a new barbecue place on the Delmar Loop. He's been having some tough times and his body has reacted to it by manifesting anxiety attacks. I was glad to spend the time with him, and while the bbq was tasty, the brisket is sitting in my stomach this morning like a lead weight.
Today, I have apples, melon, and bananas with me, and tea.
Call it my penance for the brisket.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
So yesterday, my micromanaging home office made sure we were all prepped by making sure we got copies of the "Crisis Response Guide." The bottom line is (aside for fire, flood, famine and locusts), do not respond "No comment," but instead, refer all media questions to our media officer in Colorado.
What's going on, you might ask.
The building I work in has a main check-in desk, manned by police officers. One of the primary rules that is explained to new tenants is that you must check in your guest, your guest must wear a visitor ID badge (color coded to your floor) and the guest may not go to any other apartment. If they violate the rules, they are banned from the property.
It is the tenant's responsibility to inform the guest of the rules.
So a young man moved into the building. He attended a move-in meeting where all of this was explained. Within a week, his girlfriend had violated these rules and the guards banned her. She has complained that she should have had three warnings (as if she were a tenant), and she has complained to our corporate office that we here in the office are drunk racists. She is threatening to organize a protest here beginning 11/1.
Now, what she *hasn't* shared with the corporate office is that she's been climbing in through her boyfriend's first floor window, and that she's been having her mail delivered here....
I hate drama. It adds more stress, not spice, to life, and makes me not enjoy my job. But at least it's Wednesday, and my streak is still going.
12# down, Day 16 Blog.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Today I want to crawl back into bed, even though I'm at work.
I feel like I have some big decisions ahead of me, and I don't want to make them, I don't want to even think about them.
I feel like I need to remove a person from my life, even though I love him.
He is "fond of" me: his words. We miss each other, we seem to get along well. But I don't feel valued, I don't feel like I'm necessary to his life or even a part of it. When we went out to the movies a couple of Saturday nights ago (San Francisco) I brushed out my hair, freshened up my make up, put on a patterned, sequiny, blouse (unusual for me, I wear solid basic colors), and got no recognition from anyone but myself.
I have a pretty decent level of self-esteem, but I do like and need some recognition from my "significant other," for lack of better term. I don't think he's even that.
I need to drink some tea.
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