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There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Suddenly Busy
I was supposed to go in and temp for K. at my friend Rand's company next week; the 14th - 17th. Cool, I thought, because we could really use the cash. Well, today, I got a call from K. saying that the other lady, J. needed some help with a project. She wanted to know if I could come in tomorrow or Thursday, and work through the end of next week. Without thinking, I told her I could come in tomorrow. Problem is, I'm just not ready for it. Dammit. Besides the fact today is the first day in about a week I've been migraine-free, I've got stuff I needed to get done this week. I've got an order to get supplies for and make for example. I also have work to do on my full moon swap which is due next Tuesday. I should have told her Thursday, but I wasn't thinking. I was just trying to be accomedating. I'm thrilled they want my help. And I'm psyched at the extra cash I'll be getting. It's just physically, I need time to prepare for full days. I really can't do eight hour days; my body just doesn't let me. But I force myself through it for these temp days since it's normally only a couple days and I can then collapse and deal with the painful aftermath for the next few weeks. So it's just daunting and a little frightening to realize I have to get up tomorrow morning and be in there. I have push through three days solid and then five more after that. It's impossible to explain how hard that is to someone who doesn't deal with chronic pain/fatigue, migraines and digestive issues. Most people assume, "lazy" or some such because it's thing they can't see. Anyway, just a little stressed. And it's basically time for me to start heading to bed since I need to get up so early. (Something else my body doesn't handle well.) This week isn't the normal lax week of waiting for the phone to ring. It's going to be more full, hands-on working on a project. So I'll need to be a lot busier pretty constantly through the day. I just know that I can't trust my body and I can't count on things to be ideal. Hell, I can't count on them to be good when we have plans for something like Disney. Last time we went for Love's birthday, I got really sick while we were there for a couple hours. So bad, Love wanted to leave early. It's not just work situations. It's just how much physically I can do any given day. Oh well. I'm sure there will be a lot of people who don't understand and who'll critize this; who'll say that millions of people do jobs every day and that I should just stop complaining. Believe me, I'd trade in a moment good, solid, dependable health with a full time job, for being chronically ill and unable to work any day. I'll be away tomorrow and if I'm too tired in the evening, I might not really get to posting for a few days. If I don't post, it's because I'm too tired/sore/fatigued/brain dead to. But I will try and will eventually. Wish me luck. It's a long stretch ahead....
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