Picture = 1000 words...but who gets the credit?

I fancy myself a photographer. I love pictures. I could spend hours taking photos if given the slightest subject. My digital camera has made it so much easier to snap hundreds of shots without having to count film frames.






 I like adding photos to my blog. It gives life to a flat page. It adds expression to my words. Color to my thoughts.




Most of my photos are borrowed from the internet. I am aware of copyrights and don't use anything marked. I have no idea how to credit each photo. I probably never could. So I send out a shout to the artist/photographers  that make the world a brighter more exciting place, that bring pieces of their world to me that I might not otherwise experience.

Thank you.

Outside looking in

I have, for most of my life, felt like I was always on the outside. Never the popular kid or part on the in crowd. Now don't mistake that as a complaint. I have on occasion tried to fit in and usually find it to be way too much effort with little or no benefit. I remember in high school wanting to be part of a particular group that a friend socialized with. After spending months hanging around the periphery and generally feeling ignored, I walked away. I am pretty independent that way. But then I heard it said, from the group of girls, that I was stuck up because I was ignoring them. (Isn't it amazing how you never forget some things?) I never spent much time, after that, trying to belong to any group. I was happy to have one or two friends...that were happy to have me. I am who I am...and like everyone else, I have been shaped by my life experiences. I am a strongly independent person. I do not generally rely on others. I can do it myself. I am not afraid to be alone. I don't think I know how to be part of a co-dependent relationship. I'm not sure I want to learn. I am perfectly happy just going on, on my own. But what happens when there seems to be some expectation that you will operate as part of a single minded organism? Or maybe that's just me looking in at them. They've had months, and just each other, to grow and create something from nothing. I step in, invited and welcomed, but it seems, mostly still standing around the periphery. I don't want to distance myself but I'm not sure I know what to do. I will always be behind. I can never catch up with the time they've already spent together. I don't know how to go from a lifetime of solo independence and self-reliance to being part of a...team?

The worst thing about being happy...

is the niggling fear that something, somehow, somewhere, is going to happen to make it all end.

Strange, I'm usually a silver lining kind of person.

Optimist.



After writing that, it occurred to me, the worst thing about being unhappy is the fear it will never change.

The natural order of things

I'm stressed.

I haven't said that in a little over a week.

Why am I stressed?

It would seem that my body misses it. If I'm not going to stress over work, it has to find something else to obsess about. It seems today's subject is gift cards. I have a number of them lying about. I actually find them over and over again. Well today, they needed to be gathered in a central location so as not to "lose" them again.

I am beginning to think that maybe my stress level was overriding my obsessive-compulsive tendencies and now that the stress is negligible they are making a encore performance. Hello, Mr Annoyed at Littlethings, how have you been? How long do you plan to stay?

I was afraid of that.

In the company of friends?

I am happy to admit that I am...weird. But not as weird as some people seem to think. And what makes me weird to me, isn't what I do, but how I think. Other people judge me more on my choice of entertainment. And that is all subjective. Some people find Renn Faires to be odd, yet hundreds are attended every year. Larping seems to be the hardest to explain, yet, again, in my circle of friends, it is not uncommon. Dressing in costumes and going to movies is bizarre to some, but we have a blast. I try really hard not to concern myself with other's opinions (see quoted passage in previous post) but sometimes it's hard not to. Today, I got a nice surprise. I've been at the new job just over a week. I had not shared my weekend adventure into the land of flying Jell-O. It seemed a little too soon to fry the minds at the new office. Well I got outed. I friend from the old job asked how it went. I said it went well and without serious injury. This was overheard by one of the new people and she said that it sounded like a riot and wished for pictures. So I showed her a few on my phone. She then mentioned it to some other people in the office. Long story, short...they suggested a Jell-O tossing themed office party. It did not strike them weird at all. Strange. Very strange.

Words

"It means that whatever I needed to prove to myself, I did it years ago, and your opinion of me doesn't matter."

Anita Blake
Hit List

Jell-O Wars IV

The day started out looking nasty as heavy storms passed through. It was still heavily overcast when we headed out. But as the teams set up for battle the clouds magically parted and the sun made an appearance...leading eventually to mild sunburns for a few. The teams were red and green. There was smack talk and boasting, all in good humor. Some take it way too serious and some declared, "Screw the rules." They just wanted to chuck Jell-O. And chuck Jell-O they did. Refrigeration was arranged at a local restaurant for the massive amount of Jell-O mixed up as ammo...about 120 gallons in total. You may ask, how long does it take two teams to fling 120 gallons on Jell-O at each other? About 30 minutes. This is not a few friends getting together for a day activity. This is a year in discussions, months in planning, weeks in production and hours in deployment. And logistics for next year are already being discussed.

Happy

I went to dinner last night with a group of friends. As we sat around talking, as we do, a friend of mine turned to me and said, "You look happy." Earlier in the evening we had discussed the stresses of our jobs, his current and my former, and the change I had made. He is, where I was, in mindset...he is burned out. I know job dissatisfaction is common, but burned out is different, it's...malignant. Demoralizing. Detrimental. I felt my lifespan slipping away from the daily stress, felt sick from it. My husband concurs that he could see it in me. I am glad there is something new to see. Glad I look happy. Glad I am happy.

The mish mash edition

This week has been so long. I do not like being in training. I prefer the feeling that I know what I am doing. They say I am doing fine. I don't feel fine. I feel disorganized and uncertain. They have not given me an expected length of training. I suspect it will be brief...perhaps less than 2 weeks. They are anxious to get me going. My application went to credentialing today. The quickest ever they said. If that passes, I am free to work on my own. I know there will be support, but taking this on solo is scary. So much responsibility...and yet, no stress. I have not come home one day this week wired. I have not even quipped about needing a drink. It feels wrong...I think I was way too used to that level of strain. I feel like I am forgetting something. I try to stress about it...it just doesn't happen. I am not surrounded by impending doom. I knew that my previous work environment was unhealthy for me, but I don't think I really knew the level. I am actually feeling better physically. I have not been woke once this week by the alarm clock. I am waking on my own. I have time to make breakfast. And I am still getting home about the same as before. Even the traffic, that I so dreaded,  has not been nearly as bad as I thought. I look forward to getting settled in, finding my stride...and my confidence. I made a good choice. The only nagging fear I have now, is that the job will evaporate from under me.

Welcome Summer. The official first day coming next week. It has felt like late Summer here for awhile with temps in the 90s. I hate hot weather. I hate cold weather. I live in the wrong city. But time to bring on the Summer activities, geek style.

This weekend, I present to you....Jell-O Wars IV. Just a friendly get together of geeks trying to plaster one another with Jell-O. It's sticky, squishy, delicishy fun.

Next weekend is Renn Faire. An opportunity, for us people that think dressing in costumes should be more frequent than Halloween, to pull out the boots, horns, tails, ears, swords...whatever makes us happy and spend a day with like minded people.

And of course, the following weekend will fall on the eve of July 4th...need I say more?

So the next thing I know, it will be mid-July. I will undoubtedly have the new job firmly in hand. I will still be complaining that it is too blasted hot, but, ahhhh, there will be tomatoes fresh from the vine.



Yum!

First day

I promise not to do a daily blow by blow of my new job, but...

It was my first day. Doesn't that justify a little attention?

It was a good day. Enough said? Pretty much. But I tend to be a bit more long winded than that. It still feels very comfortable. I felt welcomed. I am only a smidgen overwhelmed...not even overwhelmed, that's the wrong word. I feel behind. I am used to knowing who, what, when and where...and even how. I'm used to people knowing me...though I think I can enjoy some anonymity for awhile. I did get a surprising big hug from a nurse while touring...she had been my supervisor many years ago.

The work looks manageable. It is still in flux. They have made leaps and bounds from what I understand, but there is more they want to do. It takes time.

There were lots of surprises, not bad ones...just logistics.

I was pleasantly surprised about my drive. I took a different route each direction and traffic wasn't bad...not what I expected at all. Generally, everything was so much smaller than what I was used to. Maybe I can be happy being a big (medium?) fish in a small pond.

The ad combo

If you spend anytime on the internet, you know there are ads everywhere. I tend to ignore them, as I dare say most people do. Or maybe I should say I thought I ignored them. But recently, I have experienced a few really badly placed ads in relation to the content of the page I am viewing...so I must be seeing the ads, right?

Today, I noticed the "word of the day" on my Google page was something I did not know and was bored enough to click to investigate further.

kerf

   \KURF\ , noun;

1.

A cut or incision made by a saw or the like in a piece of wood.

2.

In mining, a deep cut a few inches high, used to undermine a portion of a coal or mineral seam.

3.

The act of cutting or carving.

verb:

1.

To cut or carve.

The ad above it, for a children's charity, shows a baby with a cleft palate. Bad placement.

I also had a friend recently post a picture of her new figure as she is quite proud of the weight she
has lost. The photo shows her with her midriff bare. The ad below it was for gastric bypass surgery.
Bad placement.

I know the ads are random...but jeez.

Out with the old, in with the new.

That is usually the sentiment at New Years. Time to recreate, get back on track, start anew. Resolutions are made and broken...as soon as the hangover fades. I gave up on resolutions a long time ago. I know where my weaknesses are.

The prospect of starting a new job, however, has me all ready to set off down a new path. I have changed purses...I did resist buying a new one, as I had a perfectly good one. I have reset my alarm clock. I get to sleep 35 minutes later! That would be much better news, if my sleep cycles weren't screwed to hell at the moment. Sleeping in a three hours down, one hour up, cycle, um, yeah...sucks. I have bought new pants. I needed scrubs. I recently bought new tee shirts. I have ordered lab coats...paid for by the company, thank you very much. I've bought new socks. I want new shoes, but keep telling myself that I really do not need them...I don't, I swear.  I've had my hair cut and colored. Though that had nothing to do with  the job, just routine maintenance. I want to go wash and clean out my car. Why? I have no idea. Washing the old job away and down the drain? I am greatly reminded of the "going back to school mode" from being a kid. New school year, new stuff. I need to pack my bag for all the stuff that will be at home in my new desk. I remind myself not to look like I am moving in on my first day there...to take it slow. Essentials first, then slowly move in. Don't want to scare them. Which brings up a whole new thought...

I'm weird. I know this...and embrace it. Not everyone does. I know, I know, I don't get it either. But I have seen that look one time too many when people try not to freak out when they discover they are among the strange and unusual of humanity. I have tried to be different...it doesn't work. Just like resolutions, eventually my true self makes an appearance. What makes me weird? Well at least by normal standards...one, I have a quirky sense of humor. Not everyone gets it. Example: I call a company yesterday and identify myself by first name and my company and city. The lady on the other ends says, "They ask me to get a last name." I respond, "Do you need mine or will any last name do?" I get dead silence. I thought it was hilarious and well...obvious.

Second, I have strange, again by many standards, hobbies. The Ren Faires most people will let pass. There are those that would go and those that would not...but they don't find it highly unusual. On the other hand, dressing up to go to movies (pirate for Pirates of the Caribbean, etc), larping, Jello Wars and such, raises an eyebrow or two. I embrace the uniqueness of my hobbies and like most people that enjoy what they do, I like to share. But...

I will be working in a tiny...tiny office....seven people, including me, max. I need to fit in, if only that it will make the office more comfortable for everyone. I need to be quasi normal...for a while anyway. On the other hand, two of those people have known me in all my odd ball glory for five years or more. They know who I am...or what. And they are the bosses. Maybe the office will be expecting my brand of odd. Guess I'll have to play it by ear...too bad I'm tone deaf.

Saying good-bye

I walked away this afternoon from my place of employment after 14 years...and ah, one day. It was not easy, but I know it was the right thing to do, for me. I can only hope that it will still be the right thing 6...12...36 months down the road. I walked out with my head held high and only a few tears. I have had many a great compliment in the month since I announced my departure. It seems I am smart and efficient. I seem to be very entertaining and blessed with the ability to make people feel good about themselves. I was told repeatedly that I would be missed. I am no fool. I know in a few months time someone will have stepped into my place and there won't be much looking back. That is the way of such things. So, out with the old and in with the new. I start the new job on Monday...because I am not smart enough to have figured out that a long weekend (or more) might have been a good idea. But that's okay. I am excited to get started. I like starting new things. New people, new place, new focus. I hope the new stays awhile. I hope I am not mired down in the drudgery of same old, same old, too soon.

So raise a glass to me. Wish me best luck. I am off to prove old dogs can indeed learn new tricks...

and if that fails...I'll just change the rules.

A decade and four

Today I celebrate 14 years at my job...tomorrow is my last day. Time to move on to other things. Here's hoping the swamp is a little higher and dryer...not so many alligators chomping at my back side on a daily basis. I think it will be good. A nice change of pace. But it sure is scary to strike out on your own after this long a time. Starting over. Who would have thought it?



Good luck to me.

I have a story to tell...

but it evades the front of my brain. I feel the need to write, but can't for the life of me figure out what the topic is. It's like having something on the tip of your tongue. You know your brain is searching and can almost make the leap. There is something there, waiting to escape onto the page. I get shadowy glimpses as it passes through the mindscape, but when I try to focus on it...it recedes into the darkness. I guess it will take form and let me know when it's ready. Maybe it needs more time to mature. There will be no line before it's time.

Oasis

I realize I have created myself a refuge in my bedroom. An oasis away from the daily bump and grind. I have just about all the senses covered.

Sight: My east facing windows are shuttered with heavy dark wood. Even on the brightest of mornings there is but a sliver of light to allow me to know if it is daylight yet. The alarm clocks digits are red and set to dim. There is no other light source in the room.

Sound: I have a white noise machine. It helps drown out intrusive sound from the other occupants of the house.

Taste: Not much I can do with this one while sleeping. But there is a bottle of water and crackers at bedside.

Smell: I have several sources of scent available to me. There is the plug in air freshener and the linen spray, both in lavender...a scent supposedly for relaxation and sleep. I also have an electric tart warmer. (That sounds kind of kinky after my previous bump and grind comment).

Feel/tactile: I have flannel sheets on my bed. A personal preference. I have high thread count, sateen cotton pillow cases on two pillows and a velour  type case on the body pillows...yes, I have lots of pillows, in various lengths and firmness. My blanket is as soft as a kitten.

All of this contributes to a place I enjoy going to at the end of the day.

Changes in latitude, changes in attitude

Nothing remains quite the same.


I don't think this is what Jimmy Buffett had in mind...and I'd much rather be writing about my impending trip sea side.


I start a new job in just over a week. I've known about it long enough to have contemplated the many changes that will occur. Way too many to go into...and boring to boot. But there is one that I wanted to look at a little closer. And when I want to examine my own head, I write. So here goes...


I have worked 14 years at an organization that is based on/ran by/identifies with the Jewish faith. I have learned much and highly respect their beliefs. I am soon going to work at a facility ran by the Catholic faith. A religion I gave up several decades ago. This isn't so much about beliefs, as it is the outward manifestations. At the Jewish owned building there is little to remind you, that you are indeed inside a building that holds close ties to Judaism. There are a couple of murals, prayers I believe, written in Hebrew. If you pay attention you may see a Yarmulke. During holidays, such as Passover there are special foods offered in the cafeteria and during Hanukkah a Menorah is displayed. It is very easy to forget the roots of the organization.


The new facility, however, is totally different. On my brief tour there, it was undeniably Christian. I think there was a cross or crucifix in every room I walked into...including the offices. I am curious to see as I spend more time there, what other manifestations of Catholicism appear. I know there are nuns there. I believe some may even reside on premises. 


I am curious to see how the holidays are different. Jewish do not celebrate Christmas, so no Christmas decorations were allowed...only "winter themed" ones. Easter is not a holiday. We were, however, allowed to mark Halloween within certain loose guidelines. I suspect at a Catholic organization that Christmas and Easter will be big deals...and Halloween (a pagan holiday) likely banned. We shall see. I will admit that I think I might like seeing the Christmas decorations...as long as they don't show up in October, as they do in the stores.


But then...