I have a Powerpuff Girls alarm clock that I have owned since I was in sixth grade. I bought it when the Warner Bros. Studio Store was an actual mall store, not just a web store. It’s cute, it’s tiny, it makes a hell of sound when it goes off… but not anymore. The timepiece works just fine, but the alarm has gone out. It made a feeble attempt a few weeks ago, but now it makes one beep and gives up. This sad little clock has to be put to rest. So… now I need a new alarm clock, but I can’t find anything that I like. Everything is digital. I hate digital clocks. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but digital clocks are not my style. Where can I find a proper clock?!?! Not a desk clock, those are lovely, but they have no alarms. A real, analog alarm clock. And not a plain little black boxy thing either. This is like a quest for some near-mythical object; it is not to be found.
Am keeping busy busy busy. My boss and my friend tell me that the footie kids love me… I just thought they were forced to sign up for my sessions because my hours are more convenient and fit in nicely with their practice schedules. Kind of reassuring to know that they’re saying good things about me when they meet with my boss to discuss their progress. It’s always interesting to discuss student writing, you learn so much about the writer, especially when they have to write personal response essays. It’s almost like a character study. Although, this is probably a sign that I’ve been too immersed in studying literary characters…
Speaking of literary characters, the thesis is starting to look like a proper book. No more worries about passing the minimum page requirement, I reached 50 pages long ago and kept going. 80 is looking more and more likely. 80 was my original goal… 100 is the max… I may have to cut if I keep producing such long chapters.
It’s such a new feeling having all these responsibilities. I took over our student organization (it was something of a lark, I didn’t really think no one else would offer to do it), so I’ve been creating budgets and planning events and dates, meeting with the director, making phonecalls to offices all around campus, and generally doing leader type things. Never thought I’d end up in a leadership position, but there it is.
Oh, the joys of optometry. My optometrist ran some more tests yesterday to find out what is wrong with my vision, so I spent all day with my pupils nicely dilated (which explains why I am writing about this a day later). Turns out I have one of those curious cases where each eye is doing something different. My left eye is far-sighted and my right eye is near-sighted, hence, why I am able to see things clearly from far away when I close my right eye (but which makes for terrible driving and leads people to think that you are making googly eyes at them).
I now have a proper prescription, and an extra pair of glasses (so that I don’t have to panic when I’m getting ready for work/school and can’t remember where I last placed them). If all goes well, the headaches should become less severe in a couple of weeks. And my eye muscles should relax and relearn how to focus without assistance.
I feel like Ross in that episode of “Friends” when he moved into a new building and the building association was hosting a party for a neighbor that was moving away and they wanted him to pitch in for the party, but he had never met the person being honored … Well, right now I’m in a similar situation. I just started this new job 2 weeks ago and they’re hosting a party for a coordinator that is leaving, but she’s been out of the office during these last 2 weeks… so I’ve never had anything to do with this person. Sure, I’ll pitch in and give my share, but it seems silly when I have no relationship with her and I’m not at work during the hour when the party is being held.
Visited my optometrist yesterday (I love him, he takes the time to explain everything) to see about the blurry vision and the headaches that won’t go away. I had myopia when I was about 5, so I thought it might be returning, though it came on so suddenly that it seemed a little surreal–one day my vision was fine, the next it’s all double when I look into the distance. It seems I was right, it was too sudden to be real myopia. It turns out that I have a sort of “false myopia”… meaning that I’ve been spending so many hours reading and staring at my computer screen in order to finish my thesis that the strain of looking at print has made my eyes accustomed to focusing only on things that are close at hand. It’s almost like the muscles have forgotten how to loosen up and look at the big picture. My treatment… spend at least 3 hours a week not doing anything text related. No reading, no writing, no computer related anything. In short, just relax and let my eyes take a break from looking at print. It’s like a punishment.
Yesterday, I sat for an hour in the student lounge and did nothing. I had to restrain the urge to reach for one of my books and just veg. All my friends are being very smug… they’ve been telling me to relax for a while. Mostly, I think they’re trying to coerce me into joining them on their outings (I’m looking at you Miss Em). Looks like I’m going to have to give in to their demands.
I’ve had two days filled with mishaps and all sorts of would-be-funny-if-it-weren’t-happening-to-me moments. I take my own meals to school (now work) to avoid the lines and the expense. This usually works well, I need to have something on hand because all the food places on campus are a 30 minute walk away from where I am located, and I don’t have a real break, so I need to take advantage of any lulls. Yesterday, I was doing just that, so I went to the kitchen to heat up my dinner… and I dropped it. Not a drop could be saved.
So that was mishap #1. Mishap #2 occurred this afternoon and it was awful.
Before leaving for work, I noticed that a storm was brewing. I assumed I was heading away from the storm, but I was really heading right into it. In fact, the worst of it seemed to be located right where I was going. I could see all the lightning and I started doing that counting thing (you know, the one where you count the seconds between the spark and the sound to determine the distance of the storm). There was no pause between strikes, I was right in the middle of it. I was just trying to beat it, hoping to get into the Center before it strengthened. No such luck. I was trapped in my car for 20 minutes, near panicking with the lightning and the rain and the gales that kept shaking my terribly shaky little car, until I decided to risk it and make a dash across the parking lot. And landed in calf-high water when I stepped out. I was soaked. Wet wet wet. Soggy shoes, socks, and pants (not to mention the parts of me that my miniscule umbrella was unable to cover while I waded through the lake that was the parking lot). I was saved because the office was warm today. Wet and freezing would have been too much. I am sure I looked quite comical splashing and yelling (there were a number of “bloody hells” and perhaps a few “arrs” — I channel britcoms and pirate movies when peeved), but I was too wet to find the humor in it.
It’s been a long day, but I haven’t been this wide awake and excited in weeks… I just “finished” what will be the third chapter of my thesis. Of course, it won’t be finished until it’s been read, edited, read, edited countless times, but I feel much more confident about this one than I felt about the last one (which wasn’t awful, it just didn’t turn out the way I wanted). I actually managed to stick to my self-imposed deadline, despite the week that I lost because of the mystery pains and the headachy madness. I start at the new job this week, so I need to be able to continue sticking to my deadlines if I plan to finish the first draft of the manuscript by August 😡
I got the job! The interview went really well and I start next week.
At least that’s taken care of.
Mystery pain # 1 has multiplied. Mystery pain # 2 is now located above my left hip… somewhere on the inside 😐 . I definitely don’t trust the diagnosis that I received at the hospital. Looking back on it, I think the only reason I didn’t object at the moment, just signed my release forms and went on my not-so-merry way, was because I had been up for over 24 hours and just didn’t think to say anything contrary. Esophagitis, this is not. Which is why I went to see my primary doc today, and find that I am no more pleased with his diagnosis. Or the suggested exams… I’m starting to convince myself that they really are just gas pains 😳 much to my chagrin. I’m going to try an infusion of star anise tonight to see if that helps (it’s supposed to be good for gas pains, which are supposed to be absolutely awful… and if these are indeed gas pains, I totally agree.).
On a brighter note, I may possibly have a job soon. I’ve got a sort of interview, at least. It might be a job for the Fall semester (I work at a university), but it will be a welcome relief if I can look forward to a regular paycheck while I finish up my thesis.
In the meantime, in light of my current unemployed state, I got myself a final treat with the birthday cash that I received last week and bought myself a copy of Adobe CS3 for a shockingly reduced rate – being a student has its perks (as I got it on a student license from the uni for 87% off the retail price 😀 ). After this, not one more purchase!