I’m super crap at keeping secrets these days and man, am I sitting on a doozy.
One of our dogs has severe separation anxiety, and can’t stand to be left alone in the house unless the younger dog is left with her, or with a human. This is tricky since I live alone with her right now.
I got my first meal box this week, and you guys ... holy crap.
We have a seven hour meeting today.
There were ten jobs in my field last year, and I got one of them. Specific things about the environment might have made it the least desirable of the ten, but being ten was better than being ... eleven.
We had meetings this morning. I thought it would feel like the last two days of break, since they were out by noon.
I thought wrong.
There are things I like about school being in session (structure, students). There are things I don’t (tired, structure). I’m still surfing a little of the bummer parade from earlier this…
I am not at work.
The advantage of moving in such a hurry last fall was that I didn’t have time to notice I lived alone. And he’d never really spent any time in the house, so being alone in it with the dogs didn’t feel strange.
We’ve had three of four weeks of winter break. One and a half of them were on the road for one reason or…
Disclaimer: I struggle with moderation.
So last fall, I started a new job which involved moving on an extremely compressed timeline. We took possession on a Friday and class started on Monday. My mother and I are having issues now, but in August, she saved the day by unpacking the house and sitting with my separation…
My mother and I have not been getting along.
Still, it’s Christmas, and at Christmas you buy presents for loved ones. When asked what she would like, she has said, “A buffalo plaid henley shirt,” which does not appear to exist anywhere, and the classic child of Depression-era immigrants response: “Birdseed.”
I’m watching the Netflix film Dumplin’.
I’m online Christmas shopping.
The husband frequently says how much he misses the dogs, and will regularly coo and aww over things they do which are not necessarily aww-worthy. I already ordered him swanky wireless headphones, but then I saw these.
Today’s interaction is two text messages which consist of:
My mother was mentally unwell for most of my adolescence and unchecked by my dad, who worked 80+ hours a week for most of the decade. They both have lingering codependence issues that keep things lively, but things have been generally better.
I live and work in a fairly small town. I know better than to go places after the gym, or if I’m not dressed in a way that I’m prepared to see people. (I ran into a dean at Target on my first weekend here. She was very much weekend-attired and looked mortified to see an employee.) So today, my lunch break rolled…
People who do not have roommates:
Do you have an anti-serial killer safety net? How many days could you be missing before someone would notice? Or would your cat be snacking on your eyeballs when someone noticed the smell?
A former colleague is sharing a list of the “Most LGTBQ friendly college campuses!” with a self-congratulatory message about how the former university made the cut.
This is the same former university where a colleague circulated an email mis-gendering a student and complaining that they were using the wrong restroom…
When I bought furniture the first time, I had a super small amount of money saved from my minimum wage summer job ($5.75/hr!) between college and grad school. I still have many of those pieces, bought from an unfinished oak warehouse, and finished on my parents’ back patio. Some of them suffered the wrath of…
So like ... the house thing may be happening?
We’ve put in offers on two since last I mentioned it. One was rejected and another failed inspection. The fourth house had a weird inspection issue where the HVAC failed because it was attached to some sort of space age security system and the owners had it on vacation mode…