Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel
Pipeboy is still here but richer by $10,000, thanks to a surprise inheritance. Daughter (00) is doing well at the job, I have officially lost 32 pounds in two weeks, and other than a minor blip in my health (unrelated to the diet) I'm doing quite well with the world of Atkins dieting.
Sound like a soap opera plot? Remind me sometime to tell you of some things that happened when 00's dad and I first got married. It was surreal to know that one of the most bizarre and unrealistic (and oft-used) soap opera plots really happened in my life.
Back to the present, I'm getting an itch to really write again. And while it isn't my first choice, I am going to start submitting short stories, just to get my proverbial feet wet. I want to frame my first rejection letter. Hopefully there will be a time I can point to it and say, "HA! You didn't think I was good enough and now I'm a best-selling author!"
Well, published author, anyway. Not counting all the tons of things I have on the Internet, either, lol.
Life this week has been somewhat better. I didn't count on needing more clothes this quickly. I would've been happy to think in terms of two or three months, never dreaming I would have to repopulate my closet within a couple of weeks. I didn't go too crazy and what I got *should* allow me to go a little longer before having to restock again, even if by some miracle I continue to lose this quickly. And I somehow doubt that I'd be that fortunate.
I can't imagine losing 90 pounds in six weeks and don't delude myself into believing it's possible. (Though admittedly, if someone told me it was possible to lose thirty pounds in two weeks I would've dismissed them as a bald-faced liar.) But with the loss I've already achieved (and documented with doctors, btw), it gives me more than adequate initiative to keep going and to try and stick to the original phase for as long as I can.
The job has been sort of a see-saw - since we pulled everything off of the server and are using a backup machine, it's put a halt to the crashes. It's a band-aid solution but one that will hold us until I can rip out the server's motherboard and replace it with one minus RAID. We're going for a couple of alternate backup options and hopefully stop the civil war between the RAID array and our broadcast software.
I haven't killed Boss for waking me up with umpteen calls at all hours (most of which were completely unnecessary) but 00 and I got even.
00 is the ultimate neat freak and Boss is anything but. He left his desk unattended for several hours yesterday and it's now neat as a pin. He can't complain about not finding anything because 00 literally set up a file folder, has every tab clearly labeled. He's been trying to find any excuse to complain but in reality can't do much because she found so many things he thought were lost, lol.
Daughter and I were quick to point out that if he insisted on hiring an all-female crew, he'd better expect the place to be clean. And I'm not kidding about Boss hiring an all-woman crew. He refuses to so much as interview a male applicant. Well he refuses to interview anyone any more, handed the job over to me, but that's another story. It practically takes an act of God to get through to him that you can't discriminate based on sex, even if the discrimination is against men.
There's a history with that. He learned early into the business that women on the whole are harder working, more reliable, and can accomplish things most men can't or won't.
I didn't bother clarifying that 1) he's an idiot and most men can't deal with other idiots; and 2) when you pay slave wages, most men will walk away and get something that pays a living wage. Women are lucky to get slave wages and they know it. Sad but true. Oprah's billions skew things for the rest of us of the female persuasion. If there's a place in the world where women make 70% of what men make, then I want to move there, because I'd be doubling my income. I think the more accurate figure's going to be closer to 50%, maybe less.
Despite the tone of the last paragraph, I'm in a reasonably upbeat mood. There are changes in the wind. I can sense them, though I still can't see all of them. Stay tuned - something tells me it's about to get interesting!
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 - )