And always remember that everything can change in an instant so never miss an opportunity to tell the people in your heart exactly how much you love them.
Something? Well, what we’re not entirely sure, but it’s going to certainly be something. Or we’re changing for the sake of change… sometimes it feels like that anyway but I sure hope not. However there are days when it feels like we take the pieces of our life and toss them into the air just to see where they land. Like some bizarre game of 52 card pickup, only with people and places and things.
Remember, God always laughs when we make plans… always.
But yeah, we’ve got that change thing going on again… as you’re probaby aware if you follow my Facebook feed any at all. More changes. First, the good news… FunEmployment 2015 is over and I have a new job. Not going into the specifics, already done that other places and thanks everyone for all of your encouragement and kind words! As for what I’m doing, well it’s a brand new thing for me and the best description is some sort of bastart love child created from everything I’ve ever done in the past. Yep, that about sums it up.
Hooray for new challenges and opportunities!
Also filed under yet another big change… the other half’s finally decided to do what we both agree is necessary for his Mom… just be there. It’s important and it’s worth it. We’ve hopefully got an entire life ahead of us… she doesn’t… enough said, decision made. The best way to put it is that if it’s this hard to do then it’s probably the right thing to do.
So life goes back to the separate and equal world we’ve been living in off and on this year. I will miss him fierce, just like he will miss me, but we’re grownups and we do what we have to do. Life is about adapting and moving forward. Evolution, despite what that total moron Ben Carson says, is very real and happening to every one of us every day. We change, we adapt, we find solutions, we reroute, we move forward…
Or we die.
Wow… pretty hard choices… only not really. Change is part of everything. Change is what it takes for us to remain viable. I don’t know about you but viability to me is very much an important thing. In fact being viable is why I’m still here… how about you?
To close this I’ll borrow JFK’s words…
Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.
Make a difference… embrace the change… grab life with both hands and live – today and tomorrow. Remember, you only get one shot at this…
make it count.
I feel bad.
This lingering sickness… I hate it. I want to be well again. I want to feel better. I want… I want… I want. And yet I’m not there. I’m not able to do what I want. I’m being thwarted at every turn by my body that keeps feeling bad, feeling not up to par, feeling tired and run down, and feeling sick.
I know I will get better. It will get better. I must. It must. But I feel off-kilter, out of balance, not myself. A shadow, a wraith, weak and not the same. Me, but not me. Trying to stand, feeling uncertain, a newborn colt on legs that do not yet have the strength to stand up. A rebirth of sorts.
A new day.
Because life goes on… it must. I’ll be better soon, I know. And then I’ll wonder why I ever wrote this. Why I ever focused on the bad and let it into my head.
For today I’m just staying with feeling bad. Feeling unwell. Out of sorts. Today I’m holding onto that. Giving me permission to feel bad. Because I can. Because I will.
Because I feel bad.
But just today. Tomorrow will be better. I know. Tomorrow will be okay.
Life is all about tomorrow.
(Editor’s note: I, er, well, yeah, um, I thought this posted. Two days ago. It didn’t. Yeah, um, no. Whole thing disappeared. Amazing. Wow. So anyway, we’re trying this again. And if it doesn’t work out this time? Well, then you’ll be reading this under a new name. Because I’m really damned tired of rewriting it. Really. Okay, really really. So, again, here goes.)
So, anyway, where were we? Oh, right, we were here, together, in a hand basket, going somewhere and hoping for a good outcome. Spoiler alert: We haven’t gotten it yet. The outcome that is. Nope. 6 months past Graduation and I’m still unemployed.
Sent a bunch of Resumes. Interviewed several times. Turned down a couple of not-so-great offers. Haven’t found what I’m looking for. I’m the Goldilocks of employment it seems. Nothing is “just right”.
But, hey, at least there’s peace and harmony at home… right? Um, well, no. Because apparently I am currently a little hard to live with. Who knew? Between the OCD, the perfectionism, and the annoying habit of being right most of the time… what’s not to love about all of that? Yeah, so, apparently a lot. And you know, once I write it all down, those faults of mine, I realize that it’s a freakin’ miracle that I ever got married.
Thank you match.com. We’re a success story! Yay! For now anyway. However all bets are off if the employment thing doesn’t change up really soon.
Anyway, so that’s the update… not much to talk about. Just trying to find a job and get out of this damned basket. If you hear of anything then hit me up. Yeah, anything. I’m even considering a summer gig at Disney but I’m afraid it would be short-lived the first time I said “Sodas, Turkey Legs, oh and PLEASE POLICE UP YOUR DAMNED KIDS!”
Yep… shortest tenure ever. At least puppies love me. Sometimes.
For this not being much of a week (see trip to Asheville on Friday, multiple Rosh Hashanah services, and the 600mi car ride to get home in time for school on Tuesday) it’s certainly been “interesting”. And, no, it’s certainly not the “working 40+ hours/going to school full-time/trying to kill myself with no sleep” kind of full that I’ve previously been attempting it’s still offered up a few personal obstacles that I’ve had to jump and dodge.
And while we’re on that topic, yes, despite the whole “not working” thing, guess who’s still getting up at 4 or 5am? Er, yeah, that would be me. Still not sleeping all the way through the night.
Anyway, there’s so much swirling about in my mind… I know, shocking?!… that I just decided to do a Friday Mind Dump instead of a real post. You know, because sometimes I care enough not to write a billion words on just one topic? Yeah, that’s it. Or, it could be that I’m lazy. That too. But regardless the reason, here’s the undifferentiated list of things that are wandering my mind today…
And with all that blathering, I think my mind it is dumped. Oh, wait, there’s also this whole “gangnam style” thing that’s puzzling the shite out of me right now, as well as a billionty-eleven other things running around in my head that I can’t even totally articulate, but these are the big rocks. Well, no, they’re not actually, they’re just the ones that tumbled out first. Lucky you. Enjoy your Friday! Try a Candy Corn Oreo today – they have them at Target! Limited edition, so you can feel all uppity and everything.
Do you ever run out of them? I hope not… really, truly hope not. Because I’ve packed a healthy lunch, made a Green Monster Smoothie, and I’m ready for today.
Because it’s a Monday and Monday’s suck where I work. Really suck. Like everyone all around the world spends all weekend working on creating mayhem and trying to come up with the worst scenarios possible that we have to resolve in 8 hours. Or 10. Or 14 – like last Monday.
Every Monday I update my resume just a bit more, because I hate it so much. But every Thursday I think “this isn’t that bad” and it isn’t. Work as schizophrenia… or work is schizophrenia. One or the other. Who can say? But today it starts again. Today is the first day of the rest of my week. Today is what I have. Today. Make it count? Make it worth it? Okay… maybe not… let’s just go with survival.
I’ll settle for that.
Flash news update! We have new family members here at Casa de Weiner. Along with Harold, the Rats, and all three Dogs . Apparently we hung out a sign somewhere, or this house is the secret replacement for Noah’s Ark, or some such craziness because now we’ve got new additions.
Lots. of. Ants.
Cue groans. Okay, thanks. Love sound effects, don’t you? They just add so much to stale words, written on a page. If I keep them then you might actually forget that you’re not watching TV. See? I’m sneaky like that. Forcing literacy on the unsuspecting. It’s my life goal.
Anywho, yeah, we’ve got Ants. LOTS. OF. ANTS. Like perhaps they came in a box labeled exactly like that. Only I didn’t see their box. I just see them, showing up in random places, all the time. Like the one that just mysteriously appeared on my laptop while I was writing, just a second ago. I have no clue where he came from, unless they’re falling from the ceiling, and I’m not entirely sure that Ants can do that. But you can be sure that if they can, my Ants would be the ones to try it. Like Keanu Reeves in Matrix. Only I could get Ants who can mimic that stuff.
Lucky me. Most people get bugs, I get the frickin’ Avengers, disguised in tiny bug suits. Yay.
So now, what with the influx of pestilence, I’m wondering when the frogs and boils are coming. Prudent like that I am, everything leads back to the old testament. Everything. PS second lesson from there is don’t eat the Lobster… seriously trayf. Like, so trayf it gets capitalized. TRAYF. Look it up, Deuteronomy, my Nana told me, you’re welcome.
Anyway, dammit, back to the Ants. And what to do. And most definitely what to do about the damned Ants in the house. If anyone in Lakeland can recommend an Exterminator that’d be great. Or a new rental house somewhere in the Lake Hollingsworth area, preferably without a whole collection of current tenants of the unseen variety, that’d be just great too. Two bathrooms would be a huge bonus. Truly, you have no idea. Bob might actually sponsor a parade in your honor. Two bathrooms? That’s an embarrassment of riches beyond our wildest dreams. I might swoon from excitement.
But yeah… exterminator or new rental. Either will work. In the 33803. Because we’re townies like that. No bugs. No rodents. Finders prize to whoever nails it. Okay… ready… go!
So, I posted this on Facebook but I think it deserves a full writeup. Because I’m really amused at how things sometimes get misdirected and go awry. Pro tip for all of you… check your email addresses when you’re sending something that’s important. Because sometimes things don’t go as you plan. Because of stupid mistakes.
Such is life. Right?
But, because I find much to laugh at in the ridiculous, I’m sharing this email, received by my hubby last week, because I want to crowd source the reply Bob should give this kind gentleman… if any… or if we should just let harry ashkenazi (of no capital letters fame) wonder where his orchestra is on June 3d.
Here’s the email:
From: Harry Ashkenazi
To: Robert Weiner
Re: Harmonia Orchestra – June 3rd
I received your voicemail today. Yes the gig is confirmed and I’d like to book you.
Yep… apparently my husband has an orchestra? The Harmonia Orchestra? Who knew? Well, me, for one, but only after some quality bonding time with the Google, and here’s their link: http://www.harmoniaorchestra.com/. Yes, indeed they’re for real… wow. But unless he’s hiding far more from me than that single 1970′s era VHS pron tape that he can’t even watch any more because we no longer have a VHS player, Bob isn’t one of them…
But then again, there are times when he’s gone on Saturdays… could he be playing Simchas all over the Tampa Bay area? Flying up to NYC to hit the Bar Mitzvah circuit? Does he have a whole other life I don’t know about?
I don’t know.
But I do know that this confirmation needs to be answered. I think. So let’s come up with a crowd sourced reply to mr. ashkenazi (of no capital letters fame). I’m waiting for you to weigh in.
Misdirected communication. So easy. So fun. Like the postcard that got lost 50 years ago that shows up unexpectedly today. From Bill’s Giant Ball of Twine. Serving as proof that your life was just as ridiculous all those years ago as it is today.
It was. It is. It will be again.
“Sorry harry… Bob can’t make it. His backup singers are needing their shots and can’t currently get on a plane due to missing DHPP vaccines. Mabel sends regrets… but Little Dog just ate your email and farted. Oh, and she ate the Autoharp too, so clearly we can’t let her travel due to risks to the plane. The wings are obviously her next target. Thanks, but no.”
There, that’s one reply. Give me yours.
Operators are standing by…