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5 Aug 2016 07:56 am
keri: (Default)
so all spring and June there i was fretting about work and what do i do and i don't want to work for my boss but i want the job etc etc etc

almost all of our senior staff has left since january. entire departments are gone or halved.

i sat down with our deputy director mid-june i think i wrote about this, because i talked to a guy from another non-profit about a job opening? anyway, because of that i approached our deputy director, who is one of the longest employees we have (the other is the restaurant chef) and laid it out. there was a lot of stress on my part, and uncertainty in general about what would happen.

the summary is that i got promoted and began my new job recently. there was about a month of transition because of scheduling, but i have just finished my first full week salaried in the development department. (I never wanted to have a career in fundraising but i guess here i am?) well actually i guess it started back in january because so far i'm not really doing anything new, and isn't that a shame, that except for the autonomy and actually getting to make decisions and handle things, i've been doing this job for 6 months without adequate support.

i'm not shy of saying my salary, especially since it's public records: i earn $36,000 annually now. :) that's almost twice as much as i was earning as a receptionist! it's not a lot in the grand scheme (and I could be earning more in a private org), but it is a lot to me, and it's above the arithmetic mode of salaries at work (especially right now!). it's enough that i will be able to pay down my student loans enough to be able to afford to move out in a year or two!

i have been fighting a lot of Imposter Syndrome so far, mostly because even though i am capable of the job, it's not as second nature as being a receptionist yet, and there are a lot of things i've never had cause to learn. and others where i came in to the middle of a bunch of different projects without much preparation, so i'm playing catch up to figure out where things stand.

it's exciting and scary and i'm so happy to have the promise of financial security and the ability to have my own place in the near future!
keri: ([france] strasbourg!)
New resolution: every day, post about something that makes me happy or smile or laugh or something else positive, even if it's just "this is a soothing thing that I enjoy very much".


Today, I am posting about my workplace. I LOVE my workplace. I have said this many times before, and I think I tweet it every other week, at least.

MOCA-JAX


I'm not crazy about being a receptionist, but I really enjoy doing it for the museum. I LOVE talking to people about Jacksonville and telling them about different places to see if they're visiting (which I've done for people mentioning Florida before). I LOVE talking about the museum itself and the artwork and seeing the reactions. I have a lot of downtime, because the museum isn't really busy (except for lunch at the cafe, which isn't something I'm involved with), but even when it is busy, I really love working there, unlike at my last three jobs, when I was either bored to tears when it was slow or too overwhelmed when it wasn't.

I also really like where I work. The blocks from the river north to Duval St and between ... ugh, I'm blanking on it, but it's the street that makes the western boundary of Hemming Plaza and then Main street, which is the eastern boundary of the Library block, has a lot of beautiful old architecture and is just lovely. There's Chamblins and City Hall and the JPL and art galleries and parks and little restaurants all in there, and it's just a nice place, though it'll be better if they ever get some of the buildings to be not vacant anymore.

The only negative part about my job is that I don't earn enough to make a living (I'm only part-time, after all), and because it's here in Jacksonville, I'd have to leave it in order to move to Milwaukee to go to school on campus. Also, a negative is that receptionisting is exhausting, and I'm sleeping about as soon as I get home. I find any job to be really tiring, though, and school was, too, because of dealing with so many people and having to always be On, you know? It takes a lot of spoons.


So, that is day #1.

I'm going to take a photo of my dress in a second so that I can show how much clay-mud got on it, before I take it to the cleaners. Hopefully they can get it clean, because I really love that dress. (Like my shoes, I bought it for less than $20, but it fits really well and looks awesome and is one of my favorite pieces of clothing.)
keri: ([france] strasbourg!)
New resolution: every day, post about something that makes me happy or smile or laugh or something else positive, even if it's just "this is a soothing thing that I enjoy very much".


Today, I am posting about my workplace. I LOVE my workplace. I have said this many times before, and I think I tweet it every other week, at least.

MOCA-JAX


I'm not crazy about being a receptionist, but I really enjoy doing it for the museum. I LOVE talking to people about Jacksonville and telling them about different places to see if they're visiting (which I've done for people mentioning Florida before). I LOVE talking about the museum itself and the artwork and seeing the reactions. I have a lot of downtime, because the museum isn't really busy (except for lunch at the cafe, which isn't something I'm involved with), but even when it is busy, I really love working there, unlike at my last three jobs, when I was either bored to tears when it was slow or too overwhelmed when it wasn't.

I also really like where I work. The blocks from the river north to Duval St and between ... ugh, I'm blanking on it, but it's the street that makes the western boundary of Hemming Plaza and then Main street, which is the eastern boundary of the Library block, has a lot of beautiful old architecture and is just lovely. There's Chamblins and City Hall and the JPL and art galleries and parks and little restaurants all in there, and it's just a nice place, though it'll be better if they ever get some of the buildings to be not vacant anymore.

The only negative part about my job is that I don't earn enough to make a living (I'm only part-time, after all), and because it's here in Jacksonville, I'd have to leave it in order to move to Milwaukee to go to school on campus. Also, a negative is that receptionisting is exhausting, and I'm sleeping about as soon as I get home. I find any job to be really tiring, though, and school was, too, because of dealing with so many people and having to always be On, you know? It takes a lot of spoons.


So, that is day #1.

I'm going to take a photo of my dress in a second so that I can show how much clay-mud got on it, before I take it to the cleaners. Hopefully they can get it clean, because I really love that dress. (Like my shoes, I bought it for less than $20, but it fits really well and looks awesome and is one of my favorite pieces of clothing.)
keri: (j&w plus sixes)
I need to write a response to an artist's gallery I saw a week ago for my art class (it was due Wednesday, but since I wasn't feeling well, I overslept and didn't get it written but that's okay because I didn't go to class anyway). There were about 15 paintings and two pastel drawings by a lady named Rima Jabbur. I haven't a clue what to write except "they didn't speak to me in any real way." I didn't think they were spectacular at all - perhaps she has more skill at drawing than I do, but I wouldn't say she's anything to write home about. Apparently she's all about the philosophy shown in portraits, but I thought they were flat and ugly. Not that ugly is any real way to judge art sometimes, because of subjectivism, but stil...yuck. And she used drab colors and whatnot (it says in an interview thingy that she doesn't like to use color because she thinks a piece should speak through the lines rather than relying on color), which is totally not my thing. I like nice contrasts and rich tones - not the drabby drab stuff she had. There were a few I didn't dislike, but even the better ones weren't fantastic - her nudes were kind of creepy. The breasts...I shuddered. And the men just looked animatronic. There was one that was underwater which was disturbing.

So. I don't know how to write a proper response. I don't think any of what I just said is what Ms Dixon wants to hear! Might as well tell the story of my yesterday...


The Beginning:
I woke up around noon and took my synthroid. Woke up again around three and took my provigil and a shower. Fantastic, it was only four o'clock! I had plenty of time to get ready for work, and I didn't rush. I was going to leave early and I'd be able to get dinner before I had to go in. Yay!

Event A:
My car was blocked in by everyone else's, so my stepdad came out to move his from behind me. As I was backing out of the driveway, he waved his hands and told me to stop. I rolled down my window, wondering why my car suddenly listed to the right. "you're not going anywhere." He said. "Your tire just went flat." Great. It was only about a bazillion degrees farenheit and I had to get my tire changed. Stepdad was awesome and immediately set to getting the jack out of my trunk and the spare, too. I got my brother out and he helped. Only...
The wrench thingy wasn't working on the lugnuts. Off went my stepdad to the cop's across the street to borrow his crosswrenchthingy. It worked. Except my car kept rolling off the jack (I swear...my stepdad was cursing all over, and he was completely red). We got that problem fixed, only to find out that the crosswrenchthingy had a lugnut stuck in it. Yay.
Eventually the spare was put on, and everything was ready to go, after 45 minutes of my stepdad and brother dying in the heat. I barely walked outside myself and my thin cotton button down shirt was sticking to me like second skin (specifically chose that shirt because nylon knits and the like are awful in the heat).

Event B:
I had called into work as soon as my stepdad started changing the tire, to let them know I'd be late. Because we are short on payroll this week, they told me to not worry about coming in until 7. Great, I thought, I can use the extra time to eat AND get a haircut. HairCuttery is my favorite place, because it's hard to mess up my cut (it's just a bob) and it's only $15 for cut + gratuity. I went to one I knew would be fairly quiet, and cool, and near a gas station so I could get air put into my spare.
Much to my surprise, I saw a sign advertising waxing for $8. Well, my mustache and eyebrows have been growing in pretty badly, so I asked for a wax as well as a cut. We got down to business, Pam (my beautician lady) used a squeezetube for the wax and did a pretty snazzy job on my eyebrows. She was friendly without being overwhelmingly so and actually talked to me rather than talking over me to the other ladies all the time (I hate that). Also, she was quick and efficient.
Until we both moved at the same time.
She was guiding a bit of touch-up wax onto my left brow, I was turning a bit because of an itch. The result: my left eyebrow is missing about 1cm of itself, and the arch is a bit too thin, too. Oops. Pam was going to have someone buy an eyebrow pencil for me, but I had brown eyeliner in my bag so we just did that instead. And she didn't charge me for the wax.

My hair cut went beautifully. Easy trim, no problem.

Event C:
I decided to get Arby's for dinner. I was feeling good, likely because I took the entire Provigil pill instead of cutting it in half like usual, and figured that indulging in Arby's wouldn't hurt me any. But then, I also decided I needed something for my hair. New haircuts are hard to deal with, because conditioner makes my hair fly into my face all the time. When I got to the mall, I went to Icing (a partner of Claire's) and poked around for a long while, ended up with a couple barrettes, a necklace and some bracelets, and two way awesome feathered pens. Meanwhile, my fries had gone completely soggy, and I spent $50 on junk. (sadface)

Event D:
I noticed while at Claire's that my eyeliner-eyebrow had disappeared. Probably because it's so hot out that it just evaporated. So I trotted over to Origins to get a decent eyebrow pencil. I also got a new lipgloss. A new lipstick. A new rouge brush. New eyeshadow. New "underwear for lids" (my favorite makeup ever). I don't even wear makeup. What was I thinking? I really love the new stuff, though. I'm always more willing to use Origins stuff than cheap drugstore stuff. Not sure why, since they're the same. Well, I like how it looks better, I guess. Anyway, that was $100 - the brush alone was $25! But I needed one and I could never find one at the drugstore for some reason.

Event E:
At work, I managed to be barely on time, after my pitstops for barettes and eyebrow pencil (and, uhm, all that other stuff). So I had to stuff my face quickly or else starve for the next half hour. Like I said, my fries had gone cold and soggy. Yuck! But it wasn't too bad. So I went out to the register, my new feather pen with me because I was feeling silly. I had it out for people to use to sign receipts, and I was using it for our return/void logs, when lo and behold! it spit on me! I had blue ink splatters all over my fingers and arms. It pissed me off - I mean, I just bought the thing. It was only $5 but still. I'd bought a second to send to [livejournal.com profile] aluminiumdonut because it was so cool, but I'm going to take them back instead. That's $10 I could use on something else. (I'm planning to take most of everything else back to Claire's. It was stupid of me to spend that money. I'm keeping the origins stuff, though.)

Event F:
Right around eight thirty, after being at work only an hour and a half, I totally crashed from the provigil. All my energy went kablooey. Plus I had crazy energy+mood before that, so I was erratic at work. I don't know what I did all that time, but I wasn't helping customers much since we didn't have any, and I wasn't doing a lot of straightening, because the store was a disaster zone at 9pm when we closed. And when I crashed...wow, yuck. I just wanted to sleep.


Some days, as good as my mood may be, everything twists into something bizarre. Yesterday? Everything went wrong just enough to make me want to bang my head against a wall. I have a photo of my eyebrow. It's awful.
Read more... )
keri: (j&w plus sixes)
I need to write a response to an artist's gallery I saw a week ago for my art class (it was due Wednesday, but since I wasn't feeling well, I overslept and didn't get it written but that's okay because I didn't go to class anyway). There were about 15 paintings and two pastel drawings by a lady named Rima Jabbur. I haven't a clue what to write except "they didn't speak to me in any real way." I didn't think they were spectacular at all - perhaps she has more skill at drawing than I do, but I wouldn't say she's anything to write home about. Apparently she's all about the philosophy shown in portraits, but I thought they were flat and ugly. Not that ugly is any real way to judge art sometimes, because of subjectivism, but stil...yuck. And she used drab colors and whatnot (it says in an interview thingy that she doesn't like to use color because she thinks a piece should speak through the lines rather than relying on color), which is totally not my thing. I like nice contrasts and rich tones - not the drabby drab stuff she had. There were a few I didn't dislike, but even the better ones weren't fantastic - her nudes were kind of creepy. The breasts...I shuddered. And the men just looked animatronic. There was one that was underwater which was disturbing.

So. I don't know how to write a proper response. I don't think any of what I just said is what Ms Dixon wants to hear! Might as well tell the story of my yesterday...


The Beginning:
I woke up around noon and took my synthroid. Woke up again around three and took my provigil and a shower. Fantastic, it was only four o'clock! I had plenty of time to get ready for work, and I didn't rush. I was going to leave early and I'd be able to get dinner before I had to go in. Yay!

Event A:
My car was blocked in by everyone else's, so my stepdad came out to move his from behind me. As I was backing out of the driveway, he waved his hands and told me to stop. I rolled down my window, wondering why my car suddenly listed to the right. "you're not going anywhere." He said. "Your tire just went flat." Great. It was only about a bazillion degrees farenheit and I had to get my tire changed. Stepdad was awesome and immediately set to getting the jack out of my trunk and the spare, too. I got my brother out and he helped. Only...
The wrench thingy wasn't working on the lugnuts. Off went my stepdad to the cop's across the street to borrow his crosswrenchthingy. It worked. Except my car kept rolling off the jack (I swear...my stepdad was cursing all over, and he was completely red). We got that problem fixed, only to find out that the crosswrenchthingy had a lugnut stuck in it. Yay.
Eventually the spare was put on, and everything was ready to go, after 45 minutes of my stepdad and brother dying in the heat. I barely walked outside myself and my thin cotton button down shirt was sticking to me like second skin (specifically chose that shirt because nylon knits and the like are awful in the heat).

Event B:
I had called into work as soon as my stepdad started changing the tire, to let them know I'd be late. Because we are short on payroll this week, they told me to not worry about coming in until 7. Great, I thought, I can use the extra time to eat AND get a haircut. HairCuttery is my favorite place, because it's hard to mess up my cut (it's just a bob) and it's only $15 for cut + gratuity. I went to one I knew would be fairly quiet, and cool, and near a gas station so I could get air put into my spare.
Much to my surprise, I saw a sign advertising waxing for $8. Well, my mustache and eyebrows have been growing in pretty badly, so I asked for a wax as well as a cut. We got down to business, Pam (my beautician lady) used a squeezetube for the wax and did a pretty snazzy job on my eyebrows. She was friendly without being overwhelmingly so and actually talked to me rather than talking over me to the other ladies all the time (I hate that). Also, she was quick and efficient.
Until we both moved at the same time.
She was guiding a bit of touch-up wax onto my left brow, I was turning a bit because of an itch. The result: my left eyebrow is missing about 1cm of itself, and the arch is a bit too thin, too. Oops. Pam was going to have someone buy an eyebrow pencil for me, but I had brown eyeliner in my bag so we just did that instead. And she didn't charge me for the wax.

My hair cut went beautifully. Easy trim, no problem.

Event C:
I decided to get Arby's for dinner. I was feeling good, likely because I took the entire Provigil pill instead of cutting it in half like usual, and figured that indulging in Arby's wouldn't hurt me any. But then, I also decided I needed something for my hair. New haircuts are hard to deal with, because conditioner makes my hair fly into my face all the time. When I got to the mall, I went to Icing (a partner of Claire's) and poked around for a long while, ended up with a couple barrettes, a necklace and some bracelets, and two way awesome feathered pens. Meanwhile, my fries had gone completely soggy, and I spent $50 on junk. (sadface)

Event D:
I noticed while at Claire's that my eyeliner-eyebrow had disappeared. Probably because it's so hot out that it just evaporated. So I trotted over to Origins to get a decent eyebrow pencil. I also got a new lipgloss. A new lipstick. A new rouge brush. New eyeshadow. New "underwear for lids" (my favorite makeup ever). I don't even wear makeup. What was I thinking? I really love the new stuff, though. I'm always more willing to use Origins stuff than cheap drugstore stuff. Not sure why, since they're the same. Well, I like how it looks better, I guess. Anyway, that was $100 - the brush alone was $25! But I needed one and I could never find one at the drugstore for some reason.

Event E:
At work, I managed to be barely on time, after my pitstops for barettes and eyebrow pencil (and, uhm, all that other stuff). So I had to stuff my face quickly or else starve for the next half hour. Like I said, my fries had gone cold and soggy. Yuck! But it wasn't too bad. So I went out to the register, my new feather pen with me because I was feeling silly. I had it out for people to use to sign receipts, and I was using it for our return/void logs, when lo and behold! it spit on me! I had blue ink splatters all over my fingers and arms. It pissed me off - I mean, I just bought the thing. It was only $5 but still. I'd bought a second to send to [livejournal.com profile] aluminiumdonut because it was so cool, but I'm going to take them back instead. That's $10 I could use on something else. (I'm planning to take most of everything else back to Claire's. It was stupid of me to spend that money. I'm keeping the origins stuff, though.)

Event F:
Right around eight thirty, after being at work only an hour and a half, I totally crashed from the provigil. All my energy went kablooey. Plus I had crazy energy+mood before that, so I was erratic at work. I don't know what I did all that time, but I wasn't helping customers much since we didn't have any, and I wasn't doing a lot of straightening, because the store was a disaster zone at 9pm when we closed. And when I crashed...wow, yuck. I just wanted to sleep.


Some days, as good as my mood may be, everything twists into something bizarre. Yesterday? Everything went wrong just enough to make me want to bang my head against a wall. I have a photo of my eyebrow. It's awful.
Read more... )

hello

8 Apr 2006 11:11 pm
keri: (oddly enough)
I've been coming home from work and going straight to sleep again. Thursday, I went to class, went to the gym, went to work, went to bed at at 7 and slept through until 3pm Friday, waking up only twice through the night, for about 16 hours of sleep. Today, I went to work and my boss saw me and the conversation was something like this as I was having difficulty opening my locker: "You feeling okay?" "No, not really." "Why don't you go home, then?" "You sure? You don't need me?" "We'll manage. Go home, feel better."

Kinda surprising, but nice. I spent all day in bed today, reading the Moments of Haven GW fanfiction series by Jei. (link in my sidebar) It's longer than I remembered, but I like it. It's not high literature like the ABP series (HP) or fluffy, plotty smut like [livejournal.com profile] bar_bar_ella's fics at [livejournal.com profile] anal_cram_ink, but it's a sweet mix of fluff and mild-angst with a light plot and the characterization is easy for me to relate to, especially back at the beginning.

Anyway, I've also been thinking about my classes, and trying to figure out what I'm doing for my essay and stuff. I wish they came easier to me.



But also, here are some icons I've done recently. Some are kind of old, but I wanted to wait until I had a good amount before posting. There'd be loads more, but what I've done are mostly for [livejournal.com profile] hih_thegame characters.

Read more... )



Oh, also, it seems the synthroid is working. I'm less inclined to go back to sleep when I wake up, so I haven't been oversleeping as much (until Thursday... I don't know why I started getting so exhausted around Tuesday-ish). And I may have to get braces. I'm dreading it, but I think maybe I'm resigned to it. My mouth aches too much from the crooked teeth. I'm terrified of having the metal in my mouth, though. If I'm lucky, I'll only have to get the metal kind on my lower teeth, since my upper teeth are mostly an overbite and crowding, no real crookedness.

hello

8 Apr 2006 11:11 pm
keri: (oddly enough)
I've been coming home from work and going straight to sleep again. Thursday, I went to class, went to the gym, went to work, went to bed at at 7 and slept through until 3pm Friday, waking up only twice through the night, for about 16 hours of sleep. Today, I went to work and my boss saw me and the conversation was something like this as I was having difficulty opening my locker: "You feeling okay?" "No, not really." "Why don't you go home, then?" "You sure? You don't need me?" "We'll manage. Go home, feel better."

Kinda surprising, but nice. I spent all day in bed today, reading the Moments of Haven GW fanfiction series by Jei. (link in my sidebar) It's longer than I remembered, but I like it. It's not high literature like the ABP series (HP) or fluffy, plotty smut like [livejournal.com profile] bar_bar_ella's fics at [livejournal.com profile] anal_cram_ink, but it's a sweet mix of fluff and mild-angst with a light plot and the characterization is easy for me to relate to, especially back at the beginning.

Anyway, I've also been thinking about my classes, and trying to figure out what I'm doing for my essay and stuff. I wish they came easier to me.



But also, here are some icons I've done recently. Some are kind of old, but I wanted to wait until I had a good amount before posting. There'd be loads more, but what I've done are mostly for [livejournal.com profile] hih_thegame characters.

Read more... )



Oh, also, it seems the synthroid is working. I'm less inclined to go back to sleep when I wake up, so I haven't been oversleeping as much (until Thursday... I don't know why I started getting so exhausted around Tuesday-ish). And I may have to get braces. I'm dreading it, but I think maybe I'm resigned to it. My mouth aches too much from the crooked teeth. I'm terrified of having the metal in my mouth, though. If I'm lucky, I'll only have to get the metal kind on my lower teeth, since my upper teeth are mostly an overbite and crowding, no real crookedness.
keri: (KP - so not the drama!)
oh god my lower back is KILLING ME.

for over a year now, the joints at my hips have been getting really stiff and sore whenever I spend too long on my feet without moving at work, and I dunno why. I figure it's just too much retail with bad shoes.

so Wednesday I go to work and I'm set to toss old marketing and reorganize the marketing room (marketing = window hangings, window decorations, table signs, big easel signs, table decorations, magnets for pant sizes for racks, and so on). There's lots of bending over and lifting and moving boxes, but that's nothing new - I did this back in september, too, because every three months we get a new "keep list" and everything not on it gets tossed. Well, I was told not to do the big easel signs before because we didnt have enough hours, so I did it wednesday and thursday (took me six hours to organize the room and I haven't even done the five buckets of 9x11 signs for the frames for tables!). Totally beat up my hands with a papercut from the poster, scratched knuckles and fingers from opening boxes and digging around, and I strained my hand muscles trying to grasp big 3 foot square heavy duty styrofoam display boards that are two years old to carry them down the hall to the trash room. When I got home, I hand band-aids all over my hands, so I wouldn't hurt the cuts worse. And today, I kept almost grabbing some again, because the wools are irritating me really badly whenever I touch them. Uncool.

Anyway, my back and hips were sore wednesday night, but I figured it was because of the stooping over and standing I was doing, in heels. Then yesterday, I was doing less stooping and more ladder climbing, but neither day did I carry anything very heavy, but my back was still sore, though not as bad.

Today it's sore again, but still better, until I get out of the shower. Ow! And it's been getting worse all day. Sitting in the chair like I am isn't helping, but I'm less comfortable sitting properly. Now, I know this isn't the back pain that comes from having weak abdomen muscles - I've had that plenty and not as much lately. This feels like I strained my lower back musclesor something, and it's a steady, pulsing pain, about 6 on a 1-10 scale. Not quite unbearable, but it's making me very testy.


I wish I knew how to make it better. We don't have heating pads in this house.


Also, I have received several cards (and a gift), so thank you Susan and Kathy and Despair! I've actually got cards for everyone in my address book this year, but I lost my address book back in September with the aborted move, so I'm behind on sending things out again while I collect the scraps of addresses I put everywhere. Sorry. I might end up not sending cards, but I'll do my best.
keri: (KP - so not the drama!)
oh god my lower back is KILLING ME.

for over a year now, the joints at my hips have been getting really stiff and sore whenever I spend too long on my feet without moving at work, and I dunno why. I figure it's just too much retail with bad shoes.

so Wednesday I go to work and I'm set to toss old marketing and reorganize the marketing room (marketing = window hangings, window decorations, table signs, big easel signs, table decorations, magnets for pant sizes for racks, and so on). There's lots of bending over and lifting and moving boxes, but that's nothing new - I did this back in september, too, because every three months we get a new "keep list" and everything not on it gets tossed. Well, I was told not to do the big easel signs before because we didnt have enough hours, so I did it wednesday and thursday (took me six hours to organize the room and I haven't even done the five buckets of 9x11 signs for the frames for tables!). Totally beat up my hands with a papercut from the poster, scratched knuckles and fingers from opening boxes and digging around, and I strained my hand muscles trying to grasp big 3 foot square heavy duty styrofoam display boards that are two years old to carry them down the hall to the trash room. When I got home, I hand band-aids all over my hands, so I wouldn't hurt the cuts worse. And today, I kept almost grabbing some again, because the wools are irritating me really badly whenever I touch them. Uncool.

Anyway, my back and hips were sore wednesday night, but I figured it was because of the stooping over and standing I was doing, in heels. Then yesterday, I was doing less stooping and more ladder climbing, but neither day did I carry anything very heavy, but my back was still sore, though not as bad.

Today it's sore again, but still better, until I get out of the shower. Ow! And it's been getting worse all day. Sitting in the chair like I am isn't helping, but I'm less comfortable sitting properly. Now, I know this isn't the back pain that comes from having weak abdomen muscles - I've had that plenty and not as much lately. This feels like I strained my lower back musclesor something, and it's a steady, pulsing pain, about 6 on a 1-10 scale. Not quite unbearable, but it's making me very testy.


I wish I knew how to make it better. We don't have heating pads in this house.


Also, I have received several cards (and a gift), so thank you Susan and Kathy and Despair! I've actually got cards for everyone in my address book this year, but I lost my address book back in September with the aborted move, so I'm behind on sending things out again while I collect the scraps of addresses I put everywhere. Sorry. I might end up not sending cards, but I'll do my best.
keri: (KP - so not the drama!)
I hate it when I'm told, "Oh, no, you don't need to come in for your on-call shift today. We're over on hours, can't possibly have anyone else work." and then, three hours later, I receive a phone call. "Ah, Keri? Could you come in to work today? We sort of need someone else." Bleh! Especially when I've settled into my web-surfing routine and have gotten all ready to go to the post office to send the parcel to Beth.

Now I have to shower and get dressed in record time, because I just spent waaay to much time googling for that ytmnd about the hobbit and isengard. And didn't find it. Sheesh.


I have icons I want to post later. They're pretty good, I think. Maybe. I'm also going to post them to icon_concrit, just because.

Pfft.
keri: (KP - so not the drama!)
I hate it when I'm told, "Oh, no, you don't need to come in for your on-call shift today. We're over on hours, can't possibly have anyone else work." and then, three hours later, I receive a phone call. "Ah, Keri? Could you come in to work today? We sort of need someone else." Bleh! Especially when I've settled into my web-surfing routine and have gotten all ready to go to the post office to send the parcel to Beth.

Now I have to shower and get dressed in record time, because I just spent waaay to much time googling for that ytmnd about the hobbit and isengard. And didn't find it. Sheesh.


I have icons I want to post later. They're pretty good, I think. Maybe. I'm also going to post them to icon_concrit, just because.

Pfft.
keri: (meh)
OH MAN, [livejournal.com profile] aluminiumdonut!!!!!!!

According to today's http://www.thenamelessnovel.com clue, DOCTOR ORWELL is showing up again! I think! She looks JUST LIKE your drawings of DR ORWELL.




Also, I have got to stop posting random trivia-seeking posts to [livejournal.com profile] hogwartsishome. It's like I'm attention whoring or something. But I love the chatting and stuff that goes on when I do. It's a fun community for community stuff.




Additionally, I am having no luck with the job search. I'm not sure what kind of job will suit me best, and besides, I can't find an entry level file clerk or data entry position in the newspaper or online. -.- And that's what I want. I don't want to be a "receptionist for a busy office" or whatever. I don't want to work in a call center. I just want to have a quite desk where I do data entry, or where I file things and make coffees and copies for people. Pfft. Looks like I'm taking the app up to Starbucks tomorrow.
keri: (meh)
OH MAN, [livejournal.com profile] aluminiumdonut!!!!!!!

According to today's http://www.thenamelessnovel.com clue, DOCTOR ORWELL is showing up again! I think! She looks JUST LIKE your drawings of DR ORWELL.




Also, I have got to stop posting random trivia-seeking posts to [livejournal.com profile] hogwartsishome. It's like I'm attention whoring or something. But I love the chatting and stuff that goes on when I do. It's a fun community for community stuff.




Additionally, I am having no luck with the job search. I'm not sure what kind of job will suit me best, and besides, I can't find an entry level file clerk or data entry position in the newspaper or online. -.- And that's what I want. I don't want to be a "receptionist for a busy office" or whatever. I don't want to work in a call center. I just want to have a quite desk where I do data entry, or where I file things and make coffees and copies for people. Pfft. Looks like I'm taking the app up to Starbucks tomorrow.
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