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Sicky McSickerson Here...

The sore throat, the lingering headache, the all over achy feeling... guh. I said I was willing to brave potentially getting sick to be with my ailing boy and now I have the yuck too. Did that stop me from going to work? Nope. Will it stop me from going to T's birthday party tomorrow night? Nope. Will I feel like a hottie in the dress I'm gonna wear? Nope. D'oh.

Where's The Magic Money Tree When You Need It?

I wonder if sending out a mass e-mail, like one of those "forward this on to all of your friends" type of dealie, requesting that anyone who feels so inclined should donate their loose change to me via my Pay Pal account would actually work... that would be sweet if it did.

Spent a big chunk of Sunday cleaning: scrubbed out the microwave, did all the dishes and put them away, vacuumed the living room, kitchen and bathroom rugs and couches, did a bunch of laundry and made my bed. I was jacked up on caffeine and it took my mind off of being broke. If only I got an allowance for doing my chores like in the old days, I'd be rich right now.

Went to the BR on Saturday night and took a bunch of pictures of people giving me the finger. Even got one of T flipping me the double bird and she never does that. When you scroll through them on the camera's viewer, it's pretty funny.

New Photos

new camera, new pics.

I Must Have Been A Saint In A Past Life.

After spending Friday night straight through to Monday night with my boyfriend, I feel so incredibly lucky to have him.

Three Days

Three days of no plans. Three days of whatever I want. Three days of no alarm clock. Three days of peanut butter and honey sandwiches and Lucky Charms and colby jack cheese and bottles of wine. Three days of nothing and everything. The clock can't strike 6pm soon enough.

The Two Year Curse

This week is poking along slowly... can't figure out if it's just me being eager for a three day weekend (took Monday off for the hell of it) or what but it's starting to get to me. Could just be the two year curse: looking back at all the different jobs I've had since college, I noticed that I haven't stayed at a job longer than about two years before either moving on to a different position or moving to a different city or something. I temped for three years after trying the nanny thing many moons ago and after that I landed a job at a hospital in the medical records department where I spent a little over a year. I was asked to work on a special project for the patient financial services department, which lasted about a year and when the project ended, so did my employment at the hospital. A little over a week later, I started a job at a private practice neurosurgery office and about a year later, I was fired w/o cause (later it was determined by a judge that it was for "personal differences" between myself and the practice administrator and not for anything I did wrong, therefore I was still eligible for unemployment). Within two weeks of that fun incident, I was packed up and on my way here to Portland where I spent from Sept. 11, 2002 to Feb. 25, 2003 temping again. I've now been at my current job, which was a temp-to-hire position, for almost two years.

I remember my mom having several different jobs throughout my childhood and all the moves we made for my dad's job with the U.S. Marshal service over the years and it struck me that maybe I'm destined for the same fate: doing random jobs here and there just to get a paycheck. That doesn't really bother me, actually. Work is work. I'm not going to be passionate about or expect 24/7 fun doing something called work. If it was fun all the time, it'd be called fun. "Honey, I'm off to have fun now. See you tonight for dinner." Doesn't really sound right. And really, I can't complain too much because all of my jobs have been tolerable. I realized that none of the actual work I've had to do has been any real source of stress. Boring, sometimes, but not really stressful. On the other hand, some of the people I've worked with or had to deal with as customers have been a serious pain in my ass and made me wish I was anywhere other than at work.

The point of all this is that I'm feeling a little stagnant. I thought moving around and travelling so much as a kid made me get antsy after living in Eugene for too long but now I'm thinking it was more that I didn't feel at home there anymore and needed to find MY place. So far, Portland has definitely been that. Maybe I've jumped from job to job because I haven't felt like any of them were what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing. Is this job IT for me? Doubtful. Is Portland my permanent home? Who knows. All that I do know is I'm itching for an adventure and I need to figure out how to make that happen.

Shocking. Not.

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I Believe In A Thing Called Love...

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There Are Worse Things Than Being Temporarily Broke If You Have Company.

Under normal cash flow circumstances, I get out a few times a week either to restaurants, the bar, the movies or some other form of entertainment that eats away at the money in my pocket like pirhannas to a cow. Currently, I'm broke. In fact, I'm broker than broke: I actually owe myself money when I get paid next Wednesday. Oi. All that really means is that I have to find ways to entertain myself that don't cost anything. Like Yahtzee. I loves me some Yahtzee. And I'll be watching movies I've already seen a bazillion times. I'm sure there are games to be made out of quoting these films. Oh, and everyone knows the cheapest food on the planet is ramen, so it's soup and noodles for me for the next week. My boy is broke for awhile too, so at least I won't be alone in my quest for free entertainment. Now that the holidays are over, I think it'll be nice to stay in for a little awhile and relax anyway. This no money thing could turn out to be a blessing in disguise...

Ready To Go home And Cry.

I feel like crap. I'm hyper-emotional, crampy, headachy and mentally exhausted. I want to go home, put on pajamas, make some soup and crawl into bed. Guh.

A Year Of Firsts And It's Only The 4th.

The weekend was great: Thursday night, I went over to M's after work with Chinese food in tow, after which we headed down to the bar to sing for awhile and hang out with T. New Year's Eve day we watched Amelie (which I hadn't seen and loved), then headed out to spend the evening at T & D's drinking champagne, eating pizza and other random junk food, playing video games and Yahtzee and then watching the ball drop on tv. We all got up to make a tasty breakfast on the 1st, then M & I just sorta lazed around and played more video games and Yahtzee once we got back into town. Sunday we decided on a whim to go down to Eugene and spend the night at my parents' place. Burrito Boy was on the agenda for dinner and after seeing Kinsey at the Bijou, we went over to the Downtown Lounge and played pool for a bit before the kung fu karaoke started. After my mom made dutch babies and bacon for breakfast yesterday, we wanted to wander around the UO campus (we're both graduates) and go say hi to M's old boss. He introduced me as his girlfriend for the first time...so cute! On the way home, we stopped at the outlets in Woodburn and then he surprised me by taking me to see Garden State (which I'd been whining about wanting to see for weeks) at the Kennedy School. We were back to my place by 10ish and I slept like a baby. Amazing.

I wish I were independently wealthy so I could do stuff like that all the time. As it stands, I'm grounded until next Wednesday. Guh.