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CoViD levels (as of July 22): Down slightly, but still about 800 Bobcat-Robots.
Which helps to explain how I got exposed to it yesterday.
#eatingtoomanycookiesnow
Which helps to explain how I got exposed to it yesterday.
#eatingtoomanycookiesnow
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Nov. 3rd, 2023 11:07 amI will repeat the cry, coming up from the throats of myriads:
Could this meeting not have been an email?!?
FML, I'm going running.
(Okay, I guess I shouldn't bitch too much. Socially, the past month has been pretty great. Work, not so much, though.)
Could this meeting not have been an email?!?
FML, I'm going running.
(Okay, I guess I shouldn't bitch too much. Socially, the past month has been pretty great. Work, not so much, though.)
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Jun. 1st, 2020 10:27 amI think I am doing a really good job of not totally losing my shit at someone this morning.
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Sep. 14th, 2019 09:04 amOK! Sometime, somehow today, I need to
- do a load of laundry ✓(still needs folding, though)
- pack ✓
- remember all the things I need to pack (still need to do that...)
- fix a bellrope at CotA so it doesn't break duringnext week'stomorrow's quarter-peal attempt ✓
ETA: Remove two boxes of three-ring binders (long story) and a bunch of other crapola from the car, so I can put a bunch of DIFFERENT crapola in. ✓(well, mostly)
On reflection, that's pretty manageable. However, I ideally also need to:
- do a second load of laundry ✓
- go running ✓
- go to bell practice ✓
- get a haircut ✓
- call my credit card company to tell them I'm going to be in Canada ✓ (they claim this wasn't necessary, but: check.)
- put in an hour or so of working remotely, since I didn't quite put in 40 hours this week, and doing so next week's gonna be very difficult ✓ (Well, half an hour.)
- get a decent night's sleep for a change.
- get bobsword repair materials ✓
- print out directions, since phone stops working in Quebec ✓ (OK, yes, bloody finally)
I cannot regret going to a carnie-themed production of The Revenger's Tragedy last night AFTER ringing for a wedding, but it does make getting all of this done rather more complicated.
- do a load of laundry ✓
- pack ✓
- remember all the things I need to pack (still need to do that...)
- fix a bellrope at CotA so it doesn't break during
ETA: Remove two boxes of three-ring binders (long story) and a bunch of other crapola from the car, so I can put a bunch of DIFFERENT crapola in. ✓(well, mostly)
On reflection, that's pretty manageable. However, I ideally also need to:
- do a second load of laundry ✓
- go running ✓
- go to bell practice ✓
- get a haircut ✓
- call my credit card company to tell them I'm going to be in Canada ✓ (they claim this wasn't necessary, but: check.)
- put in an hour or so of working remotely, since I didn't quite put in 40 hours this week, and doing so next week's gonna be very difficult ✓ (Well, half an hour.)
- get a decent night's sleep for a change.
- get bobsword repair materials ✓
- print out directions, since phone stops working in Quebec ✓ (OK, yes, bloody finally)
I cannot regret going to a carnie-themed production of The Revenger's Tragedy last night AFTER ringing for a wedding, but it does make getting all of this done rather more complicated.
Right, the other news. (And sorry this is late: I started this post like a week ago, and then never got around to actually posting it.)
Roommate #4 - a.k.a. the one we never see - moved out at the end of last month, so we started interviewing potential replacements. Fortunately, he was able to find several, and we now have somebody who's hoping to be at grad. school at Tufts in the Fall. She seems nice enough, although she's been here only slightly more often than her predecessor (I think a week elapsed between when she signed the paperwork and when she actually spent an actual night here), so it's hard to say for certain.
But that's not the big news.
The news is that all of this meant we met with our landlady a couple of times, and in the course of that it emerged that, contrary to what she'd said on earlier occasions, she's not going to raise our rent by much next year. Possibly even not at all.
And that, perversely, puts me in something of a dilemna. I mean, I hate moving. Likewise, it's seems relatively unlikely that I'll be able to find an apartment that I can actually afford that's as well situated as this one is. Double that if I'm trying to find a place of my own; and if not, I have to find new roommates,* which is something I view with extreme trepidation.
But in a weird way, I was looking forward to moving out. No, let me rephrase that: I want to move out. (I'm just not sure that there's going to be anything I want to move in to.)
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My roommates are nice enough, but I often feel like I'm the only one who ever really cleans around here. And more than that: This apartment has been continuously occupied by an overlapping series of renters for...as least the last fifteen years. That's fifteen years since the carpeting was replaced; there may be stuff LIVING in the heating system; and let's not even talk about the back side of the fridge. Or the cracks in the flooring.
Or anything about the bathrooms.**
Plus of course all the upstairs bedrooms leak heat like anything, so that our heating bills are alarming even while I'm sleeping under a -20°-rated sleeping bag so I don't freeze.
And then there's my stuff. My roommates have plates and pans and glassware; the apartment has plates and pans and glassware; and that'd be great except that it means almost all of my kitchen stuff is in a box in the cellar somewhere. And I stress "somewhere": one of the roommates broke the one wine glass I had upstairs the other week, and now I can't even find where I put the rest of them. When I tried to locate them, I instead found a set of milk/margarita glasses that I'd forgotten I owned.
It should go without saying that this also applies to books.
So I don't know. I guess what I'm going to do (if I can get off my arse) is to look at the market and see what's out there and what I can afford. If it turns out that I can't afford anywhere where I'd want to live,*** I'll deal with this apartment for another year, save up some money, and hope serendipity happens. That's how I got into THIS apartment, after all.
*wiv' aaahlll tha' that entails.
** New!roommate has, admittedly, been working on cleaning the upstairs bathroom; but there's nothing we can really about the tiling, or the fact that getting the sink to train occasionally requires a plunger.
***I have been asking around among my coworkers a bit. Several of them rent, but mostly they moved into their current apartments years ago, and so don't really have a good sense of current market conditions. The one dude in the department who DID move recently was moving as a group with three of his friends; moreover, he says that one-bedroom apartments in his area go for $1500/month and up. And granted, that's in Newton, but still. I ran the numbers, and I can probably, technically afford that much; but there'd be no margin for error, and I wouldn't have a cent left over for savings.
Roommate #4 - a.k.a. the one we never see - moved out at the end of last month, so we started interviewing potential replacements. Fortunately, he was able to find several, and we now have somebody who's hoping to be at grad. school at Tufts in the Fall. She seems nice enough, although she's been here only slightly more often than her predecessor (I think a week elapsed between when she signed the paperwork and when she actually spent an actual night here), so it's hard to say for certain.
But that's not the big news.
The news is that all of this meant we met with our landlady a couple of times, and in the course of that it emerged that, contrary to what she'd said on earlier occasions, she's not going to raise our rent by much next year. Possibly even not at all.
And that, perversely, puts me in something of a dilemna. I mean, I hate moving. Likewise, it's seems relatively unlikely that I'll be able to find an apartment that I can actually afford that's as well situated as this one is. Double that if I'm trying to find a place of my own; and if not, I have to find new roommates,* which is something I view with extreme trepidation.
But in a weird way, I was looking forward to moving out. No, let me rephrase that: I want to move out. (I'm just not sure that there's going to be anything I want to move in to.)
---------------
My roommates are nice enough, but I often feel like I'm the only one who ever really cleans around here. And more than that: This apartment has been continuously occupied by an overlapping series of renters for...as least the last fifteen years. That's fifteen years since the carpeting was replaced; there may be stuff LIVING in the heating system; and let's not even talk about the back side of the fridge. Or the cracks in the flooring.
Or anything about the bathrooms.**
Plus of course all the upstairs bedrooms leak heat like anything, so that our heating bills are alarming even while I'm sleeping under a -20°-rated sleeping bag so I don't freeze.
And then there's my stuff. My roommates have plates and pans and glassware; the apartment has plates and pans and glassware; and that'd be great except that it means almost all of my kitchen stuff is in a box in the cellar somewhere. And I stress "somewhere": one of the roommates broke the one wine glass I had upstairs the other week, and now I can't even find where I put the rest of them. When I tried to locate them, I instead found a set of milk/margarita glasses that I'd forgotten I owned.
It should go without saying that this also applies to books.
So I don't know. I guess what I'm going to do (if I can get off my arse) is to look at the market and see what's out there and what I can afford. If it turns out that I can't afford anywhere where I'd want to live,*** I'll deal with this apartment for another year, save up some money, and hope serendipity happens. That's how I got into THIS apartment, after all.
*wiv' aaahlll tha' that entails.
** New!roommate has, admittedly, been working on cleaning the upstairs bathroom; but there's nothing we can really about the tiling, or the fact that getting the sink to train occasionally requires a plunger.
***I have been asking around among my coworkers a bit. Several of them rent, but mostly they moved into their current apartments years ago, and so don't really have a good sense of current market conditions. The one dude in the department who DID move recently was moving as a group with three of his friends; moreover, he says that one-bedroom apartments in his area go for $1500/month and up. And granted, that's in Newton, but still. I ran the numbers, and I can probably, technically afford that much; but there'd be no margin for error, and I wouldn't have a cent left over for savings.
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Aug. 30th, 2017 04:56 pm(Written while sitting around church because I'd forgotten that I'd never gotten the keys to the bell tower back, so I'm extra pissed off.)
So l just accepted a job with a tutoring company, and now my stomach feels like it has a bunch of snakes in it, and I'm kind of wishing I'd written back instead no, on second thought I don't think I want to go forward with this. 🐍
I'd applied because they supposedly pay fairly well, and I figured I had a good chance of actually being hired. (Self-evidently accurate.) But as the reality of the situation sunk in, I realized: this is going to be yet another job that I'm not excited about--which in itself isn't a problem, I've given up actually trying to figure out my vocation, ideal job or purpose in life, figuring that if my purpose in life is suddenly revealed to me in a flash of light, then great; otherwise I'll find meaning and identity in my hobbies and in trying to be a decent human being. But that' probably won't work as well--and it's a shitty way to live--if I have sharply limited free time and am stressed out all the time. And this is going to be another job that I'm not excited about, at irregular hours, where when you have to start and stop working is very nebulous. And that's going to stress me out and sharply reduce my useful free time (since tutoring presumably happens mostly in the evenings, when I want to be doing other stuff.)
Also, it's a job working with people. I hate those. And they tend to burn me out rapidly.
And then there's the mere fact that I have a bad feeling about this. There have been too many times in the past when I had a bad feeling about something, couldn't find a logical reason why, ignored it, and wound up wishing I hadn't. I hate to go all woo-woo or act like I'm claiming to have the least useful form of divine inspiration ever, but I'm starting to think my subconscious mind sometimes figures stuff out before the rest of me does.
So whaddo I do, internet? Take a chance on this job, try to give it a fair chance, and at worst...actually not worst, there are so many ways it can go worse than that...at second-best, then, kick the can of finding a job I don't hate a little further down the road? Or go with my gut and get the hell away from this?
...Maybe I should try to become a bank clerk.
ETA: My brother pointed out that, since it looks like I'm going to have at least SOME control over what tutoring assignments I take on, I can see what's on offer, and then if ALL of them suck (or look like they're gonna suck) for one reason or another, I can just say No to all of them, and say "I'm sorry, I don't think anything you have is actually the sort of thing I want to do."* So I think I'm going to go with that option.
OTOH, I am being reminded that the other thing I hate about part-time jobs is that, given too many responsibilities (and n>3), I tend to either neglect some of them until n≤3, or have my brain seize up and just surf the internet and do none of them.
* He had some super-brilliant phrase for how to do this (because of course he did), but which I've now forgotten.
So l just accepted a job with a tutoring company, and now my stomach feels like it has a bunch of snakes in it, and I'm kind of wishing I'd written back instead no, on second thought I don't think I want to go forward with this. 🐍
I'd applied because they supposedly pay fairly well, and I figured I had a good chance of actually being hired. (Self-evidently accurate.) But as the reality of the situation sunk in, I realized: this is going to be yet another job that I'm not excited about--which in itself isn't a problem, I've given up actually trying to figure out my vocation, ideal job or purpose in life, figuring that if my purpose in life is suddenly revealed to me in a flash of light, then great; otherwise I'll find meaning and identity in my hobbies and in trying to be a decent human being. But that' probably won't work as well--and it's a shitty way to live--if I have sharply limited free time and am stressed out all the time. And this is going to be another job that I'm not excited about, at irregular hours, where when you have to start and stop working is very nebulous. And that's going to stress me out and sharply reduce my useful free time (since tutoring presumably happens mostly in the evenings, when I want to be doing other stuff.)
Also, it's a job working with people. I hate those. And they tend to burn me out rapidly.
And then there's the mere fact that I have a bad feeling about this. There have been too many times in the past when I had a bad feeling about something, couldn't find a logical reason why, ignored it, and wound up wishing I hadn't. I hate to go all woo-woo or act like I'm claiming to have the least useful form of divine inspiration ever, but I'm starting to think my subconscious mind sometimes figures stuff out before the rest of me does.
So whaddo I do, internet? Take a chance on this job, try to give it a fair chance, and at worst...actually not worst, there are so many ways it can go worse than that...at second-best, then, kick the can of finding a job I don't hate a little further down the road? Or go with my gut and get the hell away from this?
...Maybe I should try to become a bank clerk.
ETA: My brother pointed out that, since it looks like I'm going to have at least SOME control over what tutoring assignments I take on, I can see what's on offer, and then if ALL of them suck (or look like they're gonna suck) for one reason or another, I can just say No to all of them, and say "I'm sorry, I don't think anything you have is actually the sort of thing I want to do."* So I think I'm going to go with that option.
OTOH, I am being reminded that the other thing I hate about part-time jobs is that, given too many responsibilities (and n>3), I tend to either neglect some of them until n≤3, or have my brain seize up and just surf the internet and do none of them.
* He had some super-brilliant phrase for how to do this (because of course he did), but which I've now forgotten.
