3/8/09

I had lots of the same advice from lots of different people after my last post, so I decided to take their word for it and give it a try.

My friend Bob, who is dating my best friend Caryn, is very much like me. So much, in fact, that it is a little scary. You know how people always joke about finding their other halfs in their significant others? I found my other half in Bob. We're okay with it. Actually, we build off it, using our similarness to put together some pretty awesome ideas. So, naturally, I went to him to chat about my issues, because he is a good listener. He said pretty much the same thing every one has been telling me, and it made me feel a little bit better.
So I chatted with Patrick about my worries and insecurities one night, and he just hugged me and listened a lot. I broke down and cried a bit, which felt wonderful afterwards, and he hugged me more and rubbed my back while I did. Then he took me out to breakfast for pancakes the next morning. I'm lucky to have him.
Em seems to be doing all right, which is a great relief to me. I've always been very close to Em, and while I joked that I couldn't wait for her to leave so I could have my own room again (we see how long that lasted) I miss her a lot. I enjoy talking to her, and I think I'm going to make it a point to call her more often and catch up. I just have to do this at a time when we both aren't at work. Or sleeping. That might be hard to manage.
Knitting has been picked up again, and I'm slowly making headway on my projects. Yes, there are about three WIPs right now. I've had the urge to draw lately, but I can't find my sketchbook and I'm very particular about what kind of paper I draw on, so I might just have to go buy another one. I've torn my room apart looking for it, and it has seeming disappeared.

The weather has turned lovely after the erratic snowstorm of last week, which is nice, because I don't want to be camping in freezing weather. Oh yes, Caryn, Bob, Holly, Patrick, and I are going camping next week while they're on spring break. It's a mid-year vacation for us all, and I think we all kind of need it. Caryn has been stretched very thin between work and school, and yesterday was her first complete day off in almost a month. Bob works 9-5 Monday through Friday at a job that he is okay with, but he's been doing the same thing for so long it's gotten kindo of monotonous, I think. Patrick is going to class during the week and work on the weekends, and I think that he's the most open out of all of us. I'm working five nights a week on my schedule, sometimes more if someone calls out and they need me.
I really wish my paychecks reflected that extra work. They don't seem to. I also really wish that servers got a little more than $2.13 an hour. Did you know that? A lot of people don't. We still have to make enough in tips to be able to claim we made at least $7.15 an hour at the end of the night. So we need to make at least $5.02 an hour in tips. I can usually manage that, but some night we're just dead and then corporate yells at me because I didn't claim enough in tips and now they have to reimburse me for the money I didn't make.

That's about it for my life updates recently. I'm hanging in there and feeling a bit better for it. Maybe I'll try and schedule a trip up to see Em soon, if she's feeling up to it.

"Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritations and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes their place. "
--Mark Twain

2 comments:

Roxie said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, Sannas bag.

Things which can not be cured must be endured. And sometimes, things that are irritants can be turned around if you look at them from a different perspective. I have a friend who, every time she uses my bathroom, goes through all my things. She checks out the back of my lingerie drawer and rifles through all my makeup and tries on my earrings (and never puts them back right.) At first, I felt outraged and violated. She's a warm, generous woman and very intelligent, but she has this peculiar voyeuristc hitch in her gitalong. Was I going to blow a decades-long friendship over this? I asked myself, what actual harm was it doing? It's not like I had any secrets to hide from her. Then the wevil of mischief in my brain suggested that I start hiding things for her to find. She looks at me rather oddly sometimes when she comes out of the bathroom, and I wonder what she thinks I'm doing with the socket wrench carefully wrapped in a pink silk scarf and tucked into the back of my dainties.

Writing is a good way to get to the source of that itchyness. And oh how I envy someone who can draw! What if you force yourself to draw on a variety of paper - just throw-away, warm-up, practice sketches, just to keep your skills up? Consider it a growth exercise. You may find it scratches the itch. Try drawing on the classified section of yesterday's newspaper, big gestural drawings, with charcoal,just for fun.

Roxie said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, Sannas bag.

Things which can not be cured must be endured. And sometimes, things that are irritants can be turned around if you look at them from a different perspective. I have a friend who, every time she uses my bathroom, goes through all my things. She checks out the back of my lingerie drawer and rifles through all my makeup and tries on my earrings (and never puts them back right.) At first, I felt outraged and violated. She's a warm, generous woman and very intelligent, but she has this peculiar voyeuristc hitch in her gitalong. Was I going to blow a decades-long friendship over this? I asked myself, what actual harm was it doing? It's not like I had any secrets to hide from her. Then the wevil of mischief in my brain suggested that I start hiding things for her to find. She looks at me rather oddly sometimes when she comes out of the bathroom, and I wonder what she thinks I'm doing with the socket wrench carefully wrapped in a pink silk scarf and tucked into the back of my dainties.

Writing is a good way to get to the source of that itchyness. And oh how I envy someone who can draw! What if you force yourself to draw on a variety of paper - just throw-away, warm-up, practice sketches, just to keep your skills up? Consider it a growth exercise. You may find it scratches the itch. Try drawing on the classified section of yesterday's newspaper, big gestural drawings, with charcoal,just for fun.