bookofmirrors | A Few Updates (Reply)

So... I'm at Three-13 to get my hair cut. I think the last time I got my hair cut was in, like, September, so I was long overdue. I had gotten it cut in layers last time, 'cause I was gonna color my hair, and I had wanted this tiered look, which I ended up changing my mind about. So, I had these layers, and had decided I wasn't really fond of them. So, I tell this to the stylist - that I didn't really like the layers, and eventually wanted my hair back to all one length, but that I didn't want it cut back to the shortest layer yet, 'cause it would make my hair too short. She agreed, and went on to cut my hair. I kinda zoned out at this point, and wasn't paying too much attention. I was on my way to work, so I had her French braid my hair, since I have to wear it back at work, so she did. A couple of times through the day, I noticed that the ponytail of it wasn't quite where I would have expected it to be. "Oh, well," I told myself, "it's just 'cause it's up in a braid. It'll be longer when I take the braid out."

Uh-huh.

So, I talk

blckwngdorcl into brushing out my hair for me that night, and he put his finger on my back where the hair ended.

Fuck.

My hair is SHORT.

Fuck.

I mean, OK, it's not SHORT short, but it's short for me, and I've spent years growing it out. In fact, I had just commented to

blckwngdorcl the other morning how cool it was to be able to tilt my head back a little and feel my hair caress my ass. It certainly doesn't do THAT anymore.

*sigh* It hasn't been this short since I was engaged to my first husband, about 15 years ago.

Granted, it doesn't look bad, but... it's just not long. And, as much as I complained about the "mop", I was much pleased with it's length, and usually with the wild abandon it flew around my face. Other times it was... well, a mop. But it was MY mop.

I sorta have a dustpan broom now.

Oh, well. It'll grow back.

Eventually.

Well, I'm at my own center now. I'm still in training, but I pretty much know how to do the supervisory stuff. I have my own email, but I'm not sure what it is. Sending a test email to my and

blckwngdorcl's accounts didn't seem to work. I did download Trillian though. Not that I have a whole lot of time to be at my desk, but would be nice to have the connection, and hopefully be IMed periodically. :) I haven't picked a name yet. Probably something like ARC_KLa, but we'll see.

I like my staff a lot. One is a tad moody, but they all know what they're doing, they do it well, and I'm lucky to have them. I already have some ideas about changes I want to make, based partially on my own observations, and partially on their input. I told them that once I was fully in charge and out of training, that we all needed to have breakfast together and talk about what worked at the center, what didn't, and what and how we could change it. I also informed one of them who was kinda hem-hawing about a question I asked him that telling me I was full of shit and didn't know what I was talking about was perfectly acceptable, if not preferable. I'll have to make sure they all know that.

One of the main reasons I haven't been on the computer much, and haven't been as social lately, is that I'm working on Maslow's Hierarchy right now. I am determined that this is the year I'm going to break out of this debt that I have, and working is part of that. Sending as much energy as I can into

blckwngdorcl is part of that, too. Making responsible choices. All that shit. There's more, too. Having a clean house and a decent living environment. All these things tie in to making me more comfortable, more secure, and generally just give me a good base for being me. However, that takes work. My work schedule, for those of you who don't know, is:

Sunday: Off
Monday: Off
Tuesday: 1300-2000
Wednesday: 1300-2000
Thursday: 1300-2000
Friday: 0800-1500
Saturday: 0800-1500

These hours are misleading, though. Sunday isn't really off, since it's Harmony house-cleaning day. (Pre-empted this week for Valentine's Day weekend, which is why I'm here typing and not cleaning. If

blckwngdorcl were awake yet, I'd be spending time with him.) Monday is sometimes a mandatory staff meeting in midtown, or a mandatory conference call. It's also turned out to be, unfortunately, just about the only day I can go out and pay the bills, so it turns into not being a real day off, either. The hours posted on the days I work are also misleading. These are actually the hours the center is OPEN. I have to get there at LEAST half an hour early to help get the place set up for donors, and we don't leave until everything is done. This is sometimes as late as 2200 (forgive the military time thing... I just don't feel like typing colons and AM/PM). I wake up extra early on some of the days I go in in the afternoon, but this is usually for things that need to be done, and I end up losing sleep to do them. Tuesday ends up being an especially early day, 'cause I have to update the computers, which takes a couple of hours, so I end up going in around 1000. This week, it's going to be at about 0900, 'cause they're making us open an hour early. Apparently, the world needs platelets. *sigh*

So, if you feel like you've been neglected, like I'm not keeping up with your life, like you don't get to see me very often... you're not alone. I'm not seeing other people instead of you. I'm just not seeing other people in general. If you've seen me recently, count yourselves among the lucky who happened to be in the right place at the right time. And be assured that I miss you all, and would love to be spending more time with you.

On the bright side, financially, things are looking up a bit. Mostly due to a large monetary gift from my grandfather, this year's tax return, and my giving my car payment back to my father until further notice.

blckwngorcl has decent leads on a few jobs. We just found out that the FedEx job, which is the one we were really hoping he'd get, is really part-time, but it's such a good company to work for, and any money is more than he'd be making now, I think we'd be happy with that. I would be, anyway. I know they hire from within, and the chances of him going full time are pretty good in the next several months, so... *crossing fingers*

Something else I've noticed. I'm a completely different person when I'm in charge. It's been 3.5 years since I've been in a position to really be in charge, and it's like I'm remember what it's like. I knew I enjoyed being in charge, and I knew that I did well at it, and what not, but... damn. I'm more confident, more sure of myself, (more redundant), I just FEEL better. It spills over into all areas of my life. My lack of organization is slowly going away, and I know it's because I have to be very organized at work. I haven't been able to be organized at other jobs (for whatever reason) since I've moved down here, but now that I can organize things the way I like things organized, I feel great motivation to do so, both at work and at home. This is a GOOD thing. I'm feeling like myself again. Competent, knowledgable, and pretty fucking awesome in general. Thank you, Red Cross.

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Remember my lamenting post a while back about having to have a plan old license plate? Well, one small amendment to that. My first personalized plate was WHINX 75. Because I had a white 1975 Monte Carlo, who was definitely female and finicky. We understood each other in a profound way. I swear that car was sentient, and we communicated telepathically. I still get very sad when I think about giving her away. :( Anyway, WHINX was short for White Minx, which was her name. I just had to clarify that, 'cause that was the most awesome car in the world, and I miss her very much.

Anyway, I have my new license plate!!! It says MIRRORS. *beams happily* I'm inordinately pleased with it, and with myself for having it. :) :) :)

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Strangely enough, today is the anniversary of the day I first sucked Fig's dick, 1995.

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I wish

blckwngdorcl would wake the fuck up.

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I think I'll go torment him with affection. *evil grin*