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Expression of Frustration
Apr. 9th, 2008 04:25 pmI can't find anything where I put it. Seriously. The oil soap under the sink? No. The prybar in the toolbag? No. The dress shirt on the hanger? no. I am literally 0 for 8 on attempted projects today because I can't find anything in this disaster.
I know it's my own fault and responsibility, as I let people in the house who have moved things around, and moved things around for good reasons, and moved them in a hurry myself, but it is extremely frustrating to go backwards on everything attempted. And I'm not willing to go buy new things--that was the other thing today, finding the second stapler, the 4rth philips screwdriver (looking for a standard, of course.)
This is really only an expression of the fact that there are a number of other things in my life which, as has been said, are processes not problems: can't fix them in one or even two shots, they're too complicated. And they're going wrong as well. The final capper was having the person who has the clue about the pay for the school out for 3 days. Oh yea. Just what I needed. They're only two paychecks behind...no wait, every single job I'm working on is making me track them down and prove I owe them money. And that's the less stressful stuff, compared to the stuff I'm not willing to post to the world (or write on the internet, same thing, even if the posts are locked. Even if they're self locked. Am I paranoid? No, I've read the terms of this service, and they can publish or prosecute or punish based on what you write--it's all on postcards flying in the wind (metaphore).
I want to swear and hit things, but do I need more things to fix? I think not. Oh, and finding some of the swords? Well, see, they need a little work.
Onto the next problem. Hey, it's not just me. At least I haven't grated any body parts off, had my car hit, had to work RSA, been hit with horrible allergies, been threatened by work...whatever planet or spirit is out there, it's not a happy one. Do be careful!
Oh, and I'm thankful. Someone anonymously sent me some money in thanks last month, disguising their path well enough that I had no chance of figuring out who did it. Thank you. That's the money that paid for seeing Rick and Deena's wedding, a beautiful thing between wonderful people who I hope to know as long as I live.
I can't even get an LJ cut to work. Aieee!
I know it's my own fault and responsibility, as I let people in the house who have moved things around, and moved things around for good reasons, and moved them in a hurry myself, but it is extremely frustrating to go backwards on everything attempted. And I'm not willing to go buy new things--that was the other thing today, finding the second stapler, the 4rth philips screwdriver (looking for a standard, of course.)
This is really only an expression of the fact that there are a number of other things in my life which, as has been said, are processes not problems: can't fix them in one or even two shots, they're too complicated. And they're going wrong as well. The final capper was having the person who has the clue about the pay for the school out for 3 days. Oh yea. Just what I needed. They're only two paychecks behind...no wait, every single job I'm working on is making me track them down and prove I owe them money. And that's the less stressful stuff, compared to the stuff I'm not willing to post to the world (or write on the internet, same thing, even if the posts are locked. Even if they're self locked. Am I paranoid? No, I've read the terms of this service, and they can publish or prosecute or punish based on what you write--it's all on postcards flying in the wind (metaphore).
I want to swear and hit things, but do I need more things to fix? I think not. Oh, and finding some of the swords? Well, see, they need a little work.
Onto the next problem. Hey, it's not just me. At least I haven't grated any body parts off, had my car hit, had to work RSA, been hit with horrible allergies, been threatened by work...whatever planet or spirit is out there, it's not a happy one. Do be careful!
Oh, and I'm thankful. Someone anonymously sent me some money in thanks last month, disguising their path well enough that I had no chance of figuring out who did it. Thank you. That's the money that paid for seeing Rick and Deena's wedding, a beautiful thing between wonderful people who I hope to know as long as I live.
I can't even get an LJ cut to work. Aieee!
