Random Rant

It’s been a strange month.  I’ve gone from moody bordering on the non-functional to having spectacularly good days.  Things seem to keep getting better and I seem to be coping better with each passing day, so I think this was merely a transitional thing.  I’ve never been very good with transitions.  I’ve finally reached a point where I’m not so fucking busy to realize that this apartment, this life in New York City, this relationship with Dino (coming up on 2 years now), all this is not some fantastic dream.  It’s the real deal.  We’re here to stay.

It’s been a difficult month as well.  Between Mother’s Day and the upcoming anniversary of Mom’s unfortunate passing, I’ve found myself thinking about her a lot and missing her just as much as I did a year ago, on a fucking layover in Philadelphia, when I got the news.  2007 was the most difficult year of my life.  But there’s no point in dwelling on the past.

As of May 24, 2008, I am no longer a member of News & Letters Committees.  I have nothing to say here on the matter, except GRBR.

I’ve started going back to church.  I went to Judson Memorial last Sunday, and I plan on continuing to go there.  I’ll rant another time about being a vegan Christian in a Congregationalist church.

The scam artists that called me last Monday must have realized I’m not the sort of person to fuck with.  They have not called back.  They called me from some number routed internationally, and I told them point-blank 1. I don’t qualify for their “refinancing program,” and 2. do not call this number again.  I then reported the call to the FCC, as I’m on the national Do Not Call list.

Anyways, in spite of being a really crazy month, this week I’ve found it easier to focus on work.  I stopped thinking of the job in terms of an unpleasant means to a very nice paycheck, and instead started focusing on the work itself.  It seems like something that should be obvious, but when there are so many other stressors, it’s an easy thing to forget.  The past two days have been like being back in school, and I’m doing these projects not for the money or grade or recognition, but for their own sake.  (Of course I’m still taking the money!  I’ve got to pay the bills somehow and keep Dino in the lifestyle he deserves.)

You may also have noticed that I replaced my byline with [ . . . ].  That, dear reader, I will also explain another time soon.  Now, I finally have time to blog regularly.  Knock on wood.

Telephone Scam

I received a call yesterday on my cell phone from “Cardholder Services.” When I realized that this wasn’t one of my credit card companies calling me about an existing account, I did some Googling, and found this: http://heatherwithaccountservices.com/

I’ll post more on this soon.

No Sleep and No Hat

Dino wakes me up at 5:00 AM to tell me breakfast is ready, about 3-1/2 hours after I went to sleep. He didn’t sleep at all. He tells me we need to be out the door in 45 minutes, so we can make the Gaia event.

The first thought that enters my mind is that he lost his mind. He must be sleep deprived, and think that some event in the evening is really happening this morning, because who the fuck would plan such a thing at such an hour‽ As it turns out, the good peeps at Gaia Online were at the Early Show, and they were giving away free swag, including nifty hats.

There were probably close to 50 people there by the time we got there, at about 6:10. And it seems they only brought 20 hats. But we got gold, and stickers, so it wasn’t a total loss.

Anyway, Dino posted on twitter this morning: “Puppy is still half asleep, and I’m sure, wondering what he was thinking when he said ‘I do,’ . . . “.  It’s true that one of the thoughts that ran through my mind at some point this morning was “Why on Earth did I marry a Gaian?”  But given some of the shit I’ve put Dino through, and all that he’s done and does for me, I’d gladly wake up at 5:00 AM every morning and go on wild quests if it made him happy.  Not that he’s perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s perfect for me.

I may be sleep deprived and without a neat hat, but I have no regrets.  Life is good.