government-approved

I am now officially "QUALIFIED" to become a state child welfare caseworker.

How did I get here? How did this become my life?

things to write about when i am not so tired

• holiday work momentum, angst, resulting job search
  
• gift drive
• hypoglycemic rage
  
• "rude to strangers", the documentary
• christmas sweater lady and business goth
  
• consumer desire
• new music and books

don't ever eat sushi on kappaya on division

I had food poisoning yesterday and was sicker than I had ever been. I had to go to the emergency room (after calling and crying to friends between barf attacks-- thank you, little light, for rushing me to the hospital and being so patient with me through the whole ordeal, I owe you dinner) and felt ridiculous in the waiting room looking disheveled and miserable, wearing SHORTS, and carrying around a gigantic barf bucket while talking to a freshman dormie who I haven't seen since freshman year and I guess is now an EMT. They stuck me with an IV after a few times trying to find my dissapearing veins and gave me some anti-nausea medicine that burned and made me fall instantly asleep. I liked the ER doctor, who wrote me a prescription and told me if I wasn't feeling so nauseous that I wouldn't be very happy to use the suppository, then I probably didn't need the medicine. When he found out what I do for a living asked me if I heard of the case from a few years ago where a large snake almost ate a baby. I was duly entertained.

I am still feeling kinda weak, but much much better. I tried my first non-bread solid food and it didn't go well, so I am back in bed, very glad that I have an entire season of "Buffy" to watch.

That is my three-day Veteran's Day weekend. Boo.

more dislikes (and one like)

I don't like being broke. Self-explanitory. Payday is next Thursday, whew.

I don't like the morning commute to Washington County. I'm already late, I'm already upset that I have to go to work, why rub salt in the wound by driving like a total moron?

I don't like coming home from a long week at work only to be witness to my neighbor's domestic disturbance.

I really don't like having to call child welfare on a Friday night. I'm not working, I don't want to.

...

However, I do like schadenfraude. It's my favorite feeling.

things i don't like

I don't like being cold all day.

I don't like having to work in an office populated by menopausal women and having to deal with the fact that they will always control the thermostat and their preferred temperature is always going to be "fingertip-freezing cold". All year. Should I complain, I recieve the passive-aggressive smile of death and a "funny" comment of my youth. The seed of hate towards fifty-something year old women that was planted from my short stint working at The Fabric Store is starting to grow tiny roots and sprout. I hate you, menopausal women, for making me cold all the time. Go away, fifty-somethings! Unless you're my mom, of course. Mom doesn't turn the heat down to sixty. She turns the heat up to eighty (sometimes a problem). Who are these other women and why aren't they cool like my mom?

I don't like living in a drafty-ass apartment. It is never the right temperature for long enough. Also, why are the heating vents up on the ceiling? Don't you know that no one wants heat on the ceiling? Why is the gas bill so high and yet the apartment so small? Why, oh why, does it feel slightly colder when the heat is blowing? Please, apartment, WTF. I clean you. I stuff your windows with sheets to insulate. I know the thermostat is way down because there is not much money to spend on you. But still. Colder? When the heat is on? No. That is not heat. That is air conditioning. I don't want air conditioning in November.