peridot_lines: (TS Eliot - Coffee spoons)
Bi-Annual can mean every 2 years or twice a year, right? Because we don't know how to interpret prefixes for things still, yes?

Life is... weird. Work is strange. My home life is bizarre. At least I have my cat.

I'm going to be 31 in 2 weeks and I think back to my feelings on my birthday last year as compared to this year and while nothing has really changed so much has changed at the same time.

This time last year I was struggling with a co-worker and trying to figure out if it was worthwhile for me to continue at my job. A year later, I am still at that same job. The co-worker has left (much to my and several others' relief). As of right now, I love my job.

There's an element of what I do which is totally ridiculous when I consider applying it to actual life. I think about it sometimes and wonder what is the point of doing this stuff? Work is becoming more and more of a marketing firm in various ways, and I get that on some level that is important, but personally, I dislike advertising and so there is part of me that doesn't like being where I am even when I'm happy doing what I am doing.

In the grand scheme of things, I feel like my job is meaningless. Even so, they're giving me all sorts of weird puzzles to solve and telling me how much they need me and I actually feel engaged in this company which is a first in probably the entire time I have been here; which is 6 years as of last week.

I'm willing to chalk some of this up to my introverted nature, but it's taken me this long to finally come around to the idea that I can collaborate with people around here and they actually want to hear what I have to say. I've spent so much time trying to go unnoticed because for me, that felt like it would be a huge risk. I think I have finally stepped out from my little cave to try to be a part of things, or at the very least use the tools they have given me to figure out what it is I want to be doing. Plus, it's a huge confidence boost to have multiple people tell me how impressed they are with my work.

That feels like bragging, maybe it is, but there's something very satisfying in being able to say no one else where I work can do what I do as well as I do it. I had someone recruit me for a content creation team they are trying to put together (literally, they came to my cubicle and said "I've heard so many good things, I can't wait for you to reply to the email I sent out, please consider joining our team). So far, I've written one thing and have yet to receive any actual feedback, but there's that.

I get the feeling there are some things coming down the pipe around here. Last summer we had a real shakeup and I think a lot of people have been in the process of sorting out where they want to be and what they want to be doing; I know I have certainly been thinking on things. 6 years ago, I didn't see myself lasting 5 years in this place. Now, I am starting to consider the possibility that in another 5 years there are a lot of things I could accomplish; some of them around here, some outside of work just because I have been here.

I'm hopeful anyway. It's a good feeling.

Meh

Jul. 24th, 2015 05:43 pm
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
I'm too superstitious to consider celebrating over the fact that I haven't seen any bats since Monday morning. Basically, I feel like the second I let my guard down, they are going to make an appearance, from I don't even know where. So, instead, I'm going to remain hopeful and unfortunately hyper-vigilant because I don't want to be caught unaware.

At least it's Friday though. And after a week of sleeping with the lights on, I'm pretty sure I have earned leaving work an hour early today so that I can laze around at home while I try to recuperate from 7 days of sub-par sleep.
peridot_lines: (J&W - WWJD)
Of course it's been almost 2 months since my last post. I wish I had more exciting things in my life to write about besides work, but until last weekend that's basically all I've had.

Bat Saga, Days 1, 2, and 3 )

Tomorrow is laundry day and I am also going to make it nap day because lord knows I need to recover more than a few hours of sleep.

Bats are... they're so tiny and pathetic, it seems kind of cruel to have treated them in this manner. I didn't actively try to kill them though. I just know from experience that if you can get them down on the ground they are easier to subdue and I needed to use whatever means necessary to make that happen. When they're flying around crazily I basically lose my shit so having a tennis racquet basically made all of this much easier to handle. I'm hoping it's all over, but considering the ramshackle agedness of this building, I'm not going to hold my breath. At least not for the next few days anyway.
peridot_lines: (PD - judgey)
Amazon is giving me the option to watch Orphan Black on my TV. So, I guess I'll be absorbing that in mass quantities over the next few days.

I tell myself I should listen and follow through when people start raving about something, but I'm just too picky.

For now, I will enjoy this thing, and I will try to hop on the next bandwagon to pass by, at least for part of the trip.
peridot_lines: (mythbusters - laughter)
I took 2 years of Spanish when I was in high school, and a required semester of it when I was in college and then promptly left it all behind.

Fast-forward to eleven years later, and a summer day in 2014, when I decide, purely based on the fact that I can understand the title of a telenovela that I will watch it for a few minutes. I caught maybe one word in ten, and that is probably an overstatement because wow is Spanish hard to understand when you haven't heard it in more than a decade and could barely speak it in the first place.

I still can't explain why I ended up stuck on this show, because the premise was ridiculous (a pole dancer leads a double-life as a nanny to a widower with 7 children), so many things were exaggerated for what appeared to be comic effect, and it made some of the plotlines on the other soap operas I've watched seem tame. Apparently I am a sucker for chemistry though, and I've been unable to walk away.

The show ended a little over a week ago, and I'm behind in episodes, so it doesn't feel like it's over for me yet. Watching this show has been a bit like reading a fanfic filled with some light angst and so much fluff. So much fluff.

I don't know what I will watch when this is done. I think I am ruined for television at this point.
peridot_lines: (Copilot God)
I tell myself I'm going to post here, and then I don't. I don't even think about it for days on end, and then a voice in the back of my mind says "remember how you were going to do that thing?" and I cringe and don't make any attempt to try again.

I could say "this ends today!" but to anyone still following me here, that's very obviously a joke. I can't even keep up with my initial idea of posting to [livejournal.com profile] thehaikuyear. And that was supposed to be my jumping off point for getting back into this.

I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I need to do to get back into this place. It all just feels odd, sort of like returning to my high school. Everything looks close to how it used to, but dissimilar at the same time, and I don't fit in here the way that I barely did before. Plus, basically all of the communities I used to follow are dead and my interests have changed so much since I first started this thing. Time marched onward, and I think I thought LJ was just going to stay the same.

Anyway, I'm going to try to spend this month posting here more, whether those posts are public, friends-only, or private, I guess that depends on my mood.

Maybe I can hit my golden birthday and have at least a starting point to show for it. Or maybe the posts this month will just be me fretting everyday about turning 30.

Only time will tell.
peridot_lines: (QC - Cute Kitties)
I've been really annoyed with myself lately. I've been sleeping during the day so much more than usual. My day off would be me getting up at my regular time and then sitting and knitting for maybe 30 minutes before I nodded off in the chair. Or, I'd sit and watch TV and fall asleep.

This is not the norm for me, at all. I suppose I could attribute it to being another year older and poor sleeping habits, but it's felt like more than that.

The only clue I've had to go on is how completely irritable I've been when it comes to dealing with my parents. Usually, I'm able to roll my eyes and just move on from whatever annoying thing may have been said or done. Lately, it's been me rolling my eyes and then fuming internally while getting more and more annoyed for no discernible reason.

Yesterday, I remembered something, and figured it out. I'm an introvert, which pretty much means recharging time for me is solitude, of which I have had none.

It's been at least 2 weeks since I had more than an hour or two completely to myself. I've spent the past month working 5-6 days a week and then spending my Sunday off with my family. I've taken for granted the fact that it's after April 15th and now my parents are home on the weekends again. We're back to actually co-habitating instead of everyone using the house as a sleeping station.

I forgot just how much I relish the downtime tax season affords me. Of course, just as it's impossible to bank sleeping hours, I can't save up my alone time for the days when introverted me is being bombarded with people.

Tonight, instead of socializing at our weekly knitting group, I'm going home to crash into the solitude of my freshly-cleaned bedroom (another thing that has definitely been dragging me down mentally). I think I need to take some time to consider how I can better utilize those recharging hours too, considering I've spent a lot of that time thinking about stuff I should be doing and then never acting on any of those urges.

It's actually a relief to have recognized where my feelings were coming from and figuring out a way to deal with them. I probably wouldn't have these coping abilities if it weren't for a book I read a couple years ago: Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking. I would highly recommend this book to introverts as well as extroverts. I think it makes introverts a little more capable of understanding themselves, and extroverts might gain a little insight into the minds of the introverts in their lives.
peridot_lines: (TS - Lizard Queen)
I can tell I'm anxious for warm weather. It's constantly sitting in the back of my mind, lurking there, and making me frustrated with the current weather situation. For the most part I can deal with spring in Minnesota. I'm comfortable with there being snow on the ground (not falling from the sky, but slowly melting away) through April. I can even deal with some of the temperature fluctuations when we go from frost on the ground in the morning to the mid-50s in the afternoon and then back down again in the evening.

I just wish it didn't go on for so long. Especially when people start talking about all the things they're doing for spring and I can't even think about starting a garden until the end of May or beginning of June. I also don't love the howling winds that seems to be scouring everything off the face of the earth for days at a time. Call me crazy, but listening to them careening around the corner of the house every night is unnerving and it makes it impossible for me to sleep peacefully.

In the mean time, I'm becoming a better container gardener. Thanks to the internet, I'm actually managing to keep plants alive. I think it also helps that I have an office with a window at work, and I can keep the plants in places where they get decent light.

So far, the only thing I've been incapable of keeping seems to be aloe vera plants. This is odd to me because a few years back I was pretty much swimming in them and now they're all dead and gone and I couldn't even get a new one to survive.

For the longest time, I thought I had a black thumb instead of a green one. However, thanks to the miracle of the internet, there are answers to pretty much every question, so I'm able to do a bit of research and in the end not kill my plants. Exciting, isn't it?

Now I just have to avoid killing these plants, but they're hardy, so apparently you have to TRY to kill them.
peridot_lines: (Frozen - Olaf Dance)
A little over a month ago I made this tweet. I'm pretty sure if I wanted to, I could go outside and replicate it since we're being buried under snow once again.

It's gone from rain to blobs of slush to some pretty light stuff falling from the sky. But now I have to drive home in 45 minutes and hope people haven't packed away all of their winter driving habits yet.

I'm pretty sure I'm living in Disney's Frozen and somebody forgot to tell me.

Really?

Apr. 21st, 2014 01:57 pm
peridot_lines: (Red Sox Fan)
Today, I have learned it's necessary to just bite the bullet and speak up. Apparently no one else complained about the sections of dead air during the broadcast of the Red Sox games online. Maybe because it was just during commercial time? I can't be the only person to have noticed this, but somehow I was the first person to complain.

Baseball is Magic )
peridot_lines: (PD - judgey)
Supposedly it is spring now. Where I work, the only remaining snow is stuff that has been piled up, so I guess it looks like it's getting close to spring. It certainly doesn't feel like it though.

With Easter weekend coming up, there still haven't been any baseball games for the high school. I'm pretty sure my dad and the team are getting antsy to actually play a game, but I think this was probably the first week they were able to practice on their field, so it's not like they're completely prepared yet.

The one good thing about having cold weather, it keeps working at a yarn shop from feeling completely irrelevant. Hanging out here for 8 hours is going to be my zen activity for the day, especially if traffic is slow. This means I'll be watching Netflix on my laptop and knitting on a baby blanket for a few hours at least. Not exactly a bad way to pass the time.

Being that I live where I live, I also felt I should share a few thoughts (for posterity) on the reincarnation of Fargo that has started airing as of last night (episode-specific stuff will be behind a cut...):

While the Coen brother's movie came out in 1996, traveling to Washington DC in 2001, everywhere I went, when I told people where I was from, the first thing I would hear in response was "Fargo!" It is for this reason alone that I have been fretting about this show for the past few months. It also heavily features the area where I grew up. Bemidji is 30 miles south of where I lived and went to school; not to mention where I currently work. Knowing Bemidji was going to play a major role in at least the first episode I was bracing myself.

If there is one thing most people carry away from the original film, it's the accents. I sat through most of the movie thinking about how overblown the accents were and I figured it would be much the same for the show. However, I wanted to at least try to watch the show, because I happen to enjoy Martin Freeman (YAY SHERLOCK and the Hobbit and a million other things!!!) and figured it would be interesting to see how someone from the UK would interpret a Minnesotan accent.

For those of you who have watched the show - Yes. We sound like that. A few actors overdid it, but for the most part... yeah, that's what we sound like.

Oh Yah )

HELP!!!!

Sep. 6th, 2010 06:06 pm
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
Imagine my surprise when I came upstairs yesterday morning to Moxie sitting in a chair by the window looking alarmed about something. I stopped and watched for a second before I saw a crow marching up and down the driveway. Thinking that was it, I went on my merry way before I thought I heard something. That something got me to poke my head outside and listen for another second. What I thought might be some bird mocking my cat turned out to be the very pathetic meowing of a kitten that had somehow managed to get itself caught under our front deck.

I located the single point of entry for the poor thing and called wiggled my fingers down the hole until finally it appeared, covered in cobwebs and meowing quite adamantly. I felt truly awful for it, especially considering someone had just been by the house earlier in the week to see if I had lost a kitten. I'm fairly certain either a cat had a litter and recently turned them all out, or some idiot dropped them off on the side of the road and left them to fend for themselves.

So now, I have this:



This adorable, pathetic thing that meows every time I walk past the window in the garage door and is SO FUCKING CUTE it just makes me want to cry because under no circumstances can I keep this animal. First off, Moxie has already expressed total dislike. Mostly though, my parents flipped when they found out I had taken in a stray. I took it in with no illusions that I would be keeping it, but now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to be able to get this kitten off my hands or not. The humane society is already full up, craigslist is probably going to be a bust, and I'm thinking I will have to figure out if I can email a picture around at work tomorrow and see if someone there wants to take it off my hands. All I know is, if I don't get it a home soon I'm going to be in serious trouble.

On the upside: the kitten has responded well to the litter box, it has eaten some food and accepted a bed made of simply a cardboard box with some towels. But I want it to have better than that, because it's such a sweet little thing it deserves to have someone love it, and as much as I wish that someone could be me, I know that it can't. *sigh*

Times like this, I hate living in the middle of nowhere.
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
It's incredible how I can have SO much to say, and yet can't think of the words to say it. I pretty much hate that it's been over 2 months since my last post, but at least I've been able to be online on a somewhat regular basis lately. It's made it a lot easier to keep up with people, or at least pretend to.

Life here goes on, but to sum things up a little:

  • I'm still loving my job and (most) of the people I work with.

  • My car is running well, in spite of a "computer glitch" which had the thermostat and speedometer telling me I was running faster and hotter than I actually was.

  • My dad AND grandfather have both been in and out of the hospital with brief medical scares, thankfully all is (mostly) well again.

  • I ended up going to see Toy Story 3 this weekend, which resulted in a lot of tears and laughter, it was pretty much amazing and everyone should go see it.

  • While I can't profess to being a diehard fan of Criminal Minds, I'm more than a little peeved that CBS is cutting out two of the female members of the CM cast. I'm pretty sure it's the only show I was watching regularly on that channel, and most likely I won't be tuning in next fall.

  • We're planning a surprise party for my dad's 50th birthday this weekend. I'm mostly looking forward to eating a million pieces of the cake we've ordered from my favorite bakery.



I think that pretty much covers everything. It all seems rather small and insignificant when summed up in this manner, but oh well, that's pretty much my life.
peridot_lines: (NC - Blue Shirt 2/cut off)
I've been commissioned to help clean out my Grandfather's apartment. I'm pretty sure I'll be in there almost every day of this week along with the weekend because he's definitely not moving back at this point. I know he isn't thrilled with being in the nursing home but it takes him a little longer to bring up moving out each time he sees my dad, it's like the idea is sort of beginning to root itself into his brain as normal.

Today, the task was taking all of the pictures down from his walls so they could hang them up in his room at the nursing home. I can't help but wonder what any of them are going to mean to him in a few months time. Even now, he's invented stories about some of them which are completely untrue. How much longer before the faces in those frames don't mean anything to him? It sort of makes me wonder exactly what the point is in bringing them to him. Of course, maybe surrounding him with familiar faces will help maintain what little of a connection he has left. There is just so much I don't know or understand about this disease.

Life with the cats continues to remain interesting. Moxie keeps getting herself into trouble and stirring up problems with Sylvia. I think probably the worst thing happened on Friday night though.

Cut for long, drawn out crazy )
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
I'm fairly certain I had a Harry Potter based dream early this morning. There was something about me getting separated from a group of people, trying to use the deluminator to find them, and a failed attempt to disapparate. I guess I'm just glad I didn't dream about splinching myself.

Outside of that, the greatest excitement in my life at the moment is probably watching Moxie and Sylvia duke it out. Moxie's new favorite thing to do is to sort of follow Sylvia around the house. I'm not sure what that's about, but whenever she gets too close a lot of screaming and growling is sure to follow, usually at some ungodly hour of the morning. But, there's nothing like a cat fight to get you started on your day. I'm always wide awake with my heart racing in fear when it happens.

Moxie continues to be very interested in getting to places she shouldn't be. The problem is that most of the time she's so cute about it that I end up being charmed instead of angry. We've worked out most of the problems though, and things seem to be slowly settling down for everyone. At least I think they might be.

It's at times hard an other times comforting to be around here. I find that I appreciate a few more of the small town quirks that just don't exist in the cities. At the same time, those same things can be so incredibly aggravating that I just want to scream. Few things happen in this town that no one knows about, it's a blessing and a curse I guess.

Cat Tales

Jan. 13th, 2010 05:46 pm
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
The moving has happened, my old apartment is all cleaned out and Moxie and I are attempting some form of acclimation back in my parents house. This is so totally not how I pictured my life going at the moment, but I'm attempting to make the most of it and hoping against hope that I can figure out some sort of direction for the future, whatever it might be.

Outside of that, Moxie continues to try my patience with all sorts of shenanigans. Last night, [livejournal.com profile] princessklutz04 told me that my cat gets herself into the most bizarre and impossible situations, or something along those lines. She's right. I think the only person who could give her a run for her money might be [livejournal.com profile] octobre09's cat Kristopher.

Crazy cat lady stories )
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
I don't think I new true terror until I thought Moxie was going to die within the confines of a cinder block wall. Seriously.

What makes an animal want to cram themselves down a hole in a 6ft high wall is beyond me. That she would do it twice is even more unfathomable. And then having to finally reach in and pull her out? My arm is all kinds of scraped and nasty today, thanks to this awesome situation.

Is it bad that I'm trying to write some short non-fiction about this event? I figure, if something can be simultaneously humorous and terrifying I might as well attempt to get the most out of it that I can. Although I tend to suck at writing funny so I'm not quite sure on that point.

Other than that... the only thing I've really got going on is the job search and messing around with my mother's WiiFit. I'm actually somewhat awesome when it comes to skateboarding, at least there I am, lol.

At least I have the option to be online for a little while.

How is 2010 looking for the f-list so far? I still can't really believe that it's here.
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
Glee ranting, no spoilers, but it's random raving about that and musicals )

I know I suck as an LJ friend at the moment, I barely comment, and yesterday I had a whole post written up about how I don't really like A Midsummer Night's Dream but still seem to like Puck before I realized no one is remotely interested in that and scrapped it all. I'm going to try to get better, I just over-think commenting to the point that I second-guess everything I want to say and end up not saying anything at all. Someday, maybe I won't think so damn much and I'll just be.

And now, back to half-watching Top Chef and playing Plants vs Zombies.
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)


I finished my first toe-up sock! I know, my feet are huge (size 11).

I also managed to find my camera after a 24 hour search before finding it between the cushions on the BACK of my new couch. I don't think I can even begin to explain that one. :P

Tonight, it's a baseball game with my parents. Tomorrow, they're taking off with my aunts and cousins for Boston, and Wednesday is the last day of work before my vacation. Thursday I'm flying out and I really can't wait.

It's going to be such a long week and there are only 2 more days. :P

That's really all I've got for you guys. For now, it's just twiddling my thumbs and waiting for my parents to show up so we can go to the game. *waits impatiently*
peridot_lines: (NC - Sunglasses)
So, after a 10 minute observation period in the apartment, I have concluded the kitty is in fact okay. What led me to this conclusion?
  1. A lot of climbing and jumping from things, including using the bed as a bridge to walk across the room, rather than going around said bed just to get to the window.

  2. Happy rolling around the floor, with encouragement to give belly rubs.

  3. Playing with string, pouncing, chasing and all that good stuff.

  4. The ability to look over her shoulder at me without falling over.

  5. Howling for food, when there is in fact food and fresh water in their respective dishes.

I think that's evidence enough that Moxie is okay. I'm going to keep an eye on her tonight, although I'm less thrilled at the prospect of leaving her alone over the weekend than I was before. Times like this, I wish she and Sylvia would get along better so I could bring her back to the cabin with me. Sadly, Sylvia is an only cat, and Moxie is pretty much an only cat as well. Although, it makes for some entertaining moments when you put them in a room together.

Since posting this morning, the only other exciting thing to happen was to get a second monitor. I'm... a little less than thrilled with that I received, mostly because it's working with the monitor I currently have and the color is off. You can put an image across both screens and have it look like it's a different shade somehow. *sigh* This is what happens when my tech-inept manager orders things for us. I didn't even need another monitor, and yet, here it is. Oh joy.

Anyone have experience working with dual monitors?

And now that I've whipped everyone into a frenzy over the cat... why don't you all tell me what's going on in your life for a change? I swear I'm trying to get better at commenting, but I'm a work in progress when it comes to the internet.

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