Radiogurl a la Carte

Friday, Apr. 15, 2005
A Stitch In Time

It seems that my erstwhile friend in Indy is angry at me because after all she never meant her offer to let me stay there for a few weeks, and never said that, yada yada. She's decided not to speak to me, since apparently her problems, the ones involving people I've never met or heard of, are my fault. Meh, my life will go on and I still wish her the best. I just know now not to believe a word she says, no matter how many times she repeats it or how emphatically so.

Regardless, I'm getting out of here and the timing is right. I'll just end up somewhere else than Indiana. Hardly the end of the world. Am I nervous at heading out of here with precious little money and nowhere to stay? Naturally. But I'll land on my feet. And if I don't, nobody to blame but myself.

There was a car here in town that I was looking at - not positive yet what I'll do for transportation when I leave. I will definitely go look at a vehicle for sale by gwtw. I'm a little nervous at the thought of making a cross-country trip in a vehicle that probably needs a valve job, but let's face it, with my finances I'm not going to get a new Porsche. I can't even afford to look at a used PT Cruiser (which I'd actually like someday, if I ever get a job that pays more than slave-labor wages.) Heck, maybe someday I'll win the lottery and be able to look at a Lexus or at least a top-of-the-line Toyta!

I hired a new girl today to take my place. She has a degree in computers and has used some of the software we already use, which is itself nothing short of a miracle. Can she write? I hope so, though at this point if I just get someone who's good with computers I'll be happy. And this is a fresh-faced kid who 1) doesn't know any better than to take sub-par pay and 2) will stick it out short-term for the pure peer bragging rights that she works in radio. In other words, she'll wait to walk out until after I'm safely gone and out of reach!

I'm also going to stay a week longer than originally planned. I figure since I have nowhere to go anyway, I will help the new kid through billing and will put another few bucks into my pocket.

Today's been one of those days. I stopped at Subway on the way home, with plans to get a salad. They had no salad bowls left, so rather than go somewhere else, I figured I'd get a small sandwich. They were out of most of their breads so I took what I could get there. They were also out of some of the veggies I wanted. In the end, while it wasn't what I was originally planning to get, I had a good meal and still didn't have to cook. And I still gave the poor kid a tip.

I worked this evening to help a friend whose computer had been infected by a Mulligan's stew of viruses and spyware. We killed at least fifty or thereabouts and I know that there are several more bugs in her system. I think the main problem now is the stuff that the viruses and stuff corrupted - Active X and such. I'll work on that stuff tomorrow.

In the meantime, tonight my own computer's being a royal pain in the butt. Then again, I was pushing the limits even for what I've got on here. I was playing an audio CD, uploading a massive program file to my ftp page, had several Internet windows open to browse, was posting my entry here on Diaryland, and was working on several graphics.

I can't imagine why my computer would balk at that, can you?

Considering I had a remote connection going on a computer with known infections, I'll still run the whole regime of tests and fixes on my monster machine tonight before calling it a night, just to be on the safe side.

Tonight I wish I had a TV. It's too late to go see a movie (the last showing in town, even if the movie's something I want to see, is 8:30pm - an hour and a half ago.) Since I don't have a television I can't even RENT a movie, so guess I'll curl up with a book. Or maybe I'll dig out the cross-stitch I have stashed in the back of my closet, just turn on the stereo and do that for a while. Actually that sounds pretty appealing; it's a great de-stress mechanism for me. Not on par with a good massage, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, I haven't done any needlework in ages and I actually love it.

My mom taught me to sew very early into the picture. I used to be able to look at something in a store window and come home and make a pretty darned close approximation. My baby sister loved me for that. Now I wouldn't attempt anything so ambitious, but if I can find an image I like, I'll turn it into a counted cross stitch. I definitely don't have the creative drive to both draw something and embroider it, not tonight.

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 - )