Flying by

Time continues to march and here's my lonely blog hanging out like that dog up the street that's happy to see you when you eventually come back by for a walk. Or something. Shut up, I just gave blood and am all lightheaded, even after a lovely packet of Milano cookies and apple juice. Milano cookies make fantastic s'mores, by the way. So do peanut butter cookies with a square of caramel filled chocolate under the marshmallow. I'm also pretty excited that after a year and five months of unemployment, I think I got a decent offer. It'll start out as a graphic design/production position, but they really want someone to come in and help them with marketing. Run the Twitter and Facebook and such. I think they called me back because I'm the only candidate who volunteered to do exactly that without them mentioning it. I have a couple more interviews to slog through and then I'll call to accept. Woohoo, work! I also need a nap and meat...

Time and energy

So the wheel begins again. I spent a year working 60 hours a week, then was laid off. I finally find myself with a full time job again, but I'm holding onto the part time job to make up some ground I lost while unemployed and to make sure I have a safety net while in the probation period at the new gig. Every minute is precious. Don't forget. I may be a superhero machine, but nothing is as far away as one minute ago. When I share time with you, know that it's because you're so very important to me. This schedule won't last forever, but nothing does.

Just another label

So the NY Times wrote a review of the new fantasy series Game of Thrones basically saying that the romance scenes are the only things that a woman would enjoy watching in this "boy fiction." Then a whole pack o' geek girls went on the attack, saying how offended they are and that females like sci-fi and fantasy, too. I see their point, I do. I also think the opinion (yes, it's just an opinion, and now they've successfully driven traffic to their site with this) is one that we've been subjected to for as long as we've had female parts and had our young minds blown by PK Dick or Anne McCaffrey. From the first time I rolled a D&D character to play after school, it was assumed that I would play once or twice and then go hang out at the mall. I was gradually accepted because I was an imaginative player and knew the rules (and because I didn't have much else of a social life, girly outcast that I was). Yes, females have had a tougher time integrating into the geeky ranks, but we exist, and we can't be anything else. I'm not surprised that people who aren't in this sphere of influence don't understand that. They never did. They always thought we were weird and then promptly forgot about us because we weren't like them. It doesn't offend me because it's the same crap we've ignored since we could swing a cardboard tube and make swooshing light saber noises. I'm not one to get flustered by some clueless person's opinion. There are much more important things to get upset out. Do something to make some real positive change. If feeding the homeless is too mainstream for you, organize support to keep your local library open in a time of cutbacks. Life's too short to continue to be worried about labels, even if they're self-imposed and worn proudly.

Souvenirs?

I admit it, I click job ads when I know I won't fit the bill, just in case I want to learn a new skill and try it again some other time. I clicked this one for a glass blower because I've worked glass before, although it's been a while and I prefer metal. So I have to wonder, what sort of functional glass souvenirs in various lengths do they have there to fix? Would you really want to use them if they've been patched up and aren't factory perfect?

we have a bunch of functional glass souvenirs that need to be welded back together by a glass blower who has a torch and kiln setup. if all goes well, we will have regular business together. glass pieces VARY IN LENGTH and are up to 5 inches in length.

Ouch

Sometimes I wonder if I have a brain tumor. It's more likely that I'm just stressed and my system is telling me to cut it out. I still want modern medicine to replace my useless fingers for something more like Luke Skywalker's hand, and while they're at it, give me an electronic brain that won't complain so much about being squishy organic matter. It's too easy to get sad when the body fails to perform the way it's supposed to. I'm working on swallowing that and moving on with my bouncy self. It's a process.

Reset

The system was rebooted. I didn't even know it was time, but the dreams were broadcasting it loud and terrifyingly clear. So it's done, and regular flight has been restored. I have more than I ever thought I would, and it's going to be a wonderful year.

Onward

I think we found the rings that describe us both, separately and together. I said I'd never do this again, but I can also admit when I was mistaken.

Emotional

You know, I understand that it's frustrating. The job market is bleak, people seem unkind and desperate, and so much is uncertain. Maybe the angry responses I've seen lately stem from that frustration or guilt from unwise decisions. I'll give you this tidbit, though. It only alienates people who are trying to help. I may be a goddess who kicks ass now, but before I realized that, I was a raging bitch who burned every bridge from both sides, laughing the entire time. So breathe, count to five, and consider your words before you vent in public. You don't really want to be that kid in the cereal aisle throwing a tantrum, do you?