Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Feb. 20, 2007
Ka-Ching

Good golly, Miss Molly. Or Miss Rosie. Or MC.

This week's been mighty hard on technology at this end of the world. Wildrosie's computer has been giving her grief for eons now, despite everything we could do to try and get it cooperating. From the child-generated entry on her DL page tonight, it finally gave up for good, or at least for who knows how long.

MC can certainly sympathize. His laptop also bit the dust yesterday, taking a whoooooole lot of work with it. Fortunately since he'd already lost one hard drive, this time around he was a little better off. He'd had the foresight to back up his work on CD's, so while he lost a couple of weeks' worth of stuff, he didn't lose it all. He was still pretty upset, needless to say, but I pointed out that he'd archived a bunch of stuff, plus I had copies of a lot of his photo collection already on the PC, and with the latter we had plenty of hard drive space for both of us.

Once I gave him my blessing to completely overhaul my desktop (ugh) he was a happy camper. It's annoying to me because I can't find anything, but it's a whole lot bigger deal to him, so I can deal.

I gave my notice at work today. My boss was not thrilled, and was even less happy when I told her this Friday is supposed to be my last day. She wants at least a two week's notice from me and I might try to stick around for that long, if possible, or else drive from Tucson for the last few days. I'm not sure how I'll handle it, all things considered. MC is definitely going to Tucson this weekend, and I've started sending out resumes to everybody and their brother at that end of the world.

So cross your fingers for me, send up prayers, light candles, whatever you can to send positive stuff my way. I'm getting too damned old for this stuff.

I am going to Scurvy Vista Wednesday, barring catastrophe, to apply for some jobs at the fort. MC still wants to help his friends and I can't blame him for that. I'm not so much caring where the heck we land, as long as I can find a job asap. I need something that pays decent, preferably without killing me in the process. I cannot go through another job situation that has me doubled over in pain while trying to drive. A little longer and I think the ulcer would've perforated.

Now I'm just tired as hell and want to go back to Plan A, where I was going to be a writer. Preferably only a writer, not a writer and a clerk, salesperson, typist, IT manager, yada yada yada. Too many of those yadas will kill you. They've got some sharp teeth.

Yes, I know I'm making absolutely no sense, and on that note I am going to sign off here and go to bed. My husband has the patience of Job. He knows I'm stressed as heck, so even though it bothers him when I stay up this late, he doesn't give me any grief about it.

I tell you, every day I'm more sure I won the love lottery's biggest jackpot.

Now if I could just win the OTHER lottery jackpot...

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )