Saturday, July 20, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
purging
I've begun to purge things that I no longer feel like keeping. The problem in this, is that I also feel the need to look at it all, and then I get nostalgic and then I don't want to get rid of it anymore. I have to make myself realize that having a memory to go along with some piece of something doesn't mean that I have to forever keep that particular piece of something.
But most of what I keep isn't of any particular use or value to anyone but me, so I kind of feel like getting rid of it devalues it. And it's not got a whole lot of value to start with. So then I feel pity for the poor item of whatever it is, and it goes back into it's box, or bag or wherever it came from and goes back under the bed (or on the shelf, or whatever.)
Purging feels good though, once I convince myself that's it's time. So far, a huge stack of magazines have gone. Ones that once were adorable, or cute, but are now just trite and useless. And so, they sit in a garbage bag in the hallway. Too heavy for me to lift in their current form, so I'll have to rebag them.
I hit the boxes of baseball paraphernalia most recently though, and I'm having trouble. I don't want to get rid of any of it. I haven't seen any of it in so long, and a lot of it was stored out of the fear that I would never seen the old logo again. But it's mostly back. I really need to go through the box more objectively and realize that I just need to keep things that are particularly useful. Or important to me. Autographed things, or game used balls, or bats. Maybe by morning, I'll have gotten that through my head. That's my next step.
The goal is to make space for storage that I desperately need. And I will do it. I have plans, and I feel the urge to purge. And it rhymes, so it has to work, right?
But most of what I keep isn't of any particular use or value to anyone but me, so I kind of feel like getting rid of it devalues it. And it's not got a whole lot of value to start with. So then I feel pity for the poor item of whatever it is, and it goes back into it's box, or bag or wherever it came from and goes back under the bed (or on the shelf, or whatever.)
Purging feels good though, once I convince myself that's it's time. So far, a huge stack of magazines have gone. Ones that once were adorable, or cute, but are now just trite and useless. And so, they sit in a garbage bag in the hallway. Too heavy for me to lift in their current form, so I'll have to rebag them.
I hit the boxes of baseball paraphernalia most recently though, and I'm having trouble. I don't want to get rid of any of it. I haven't seen any of it in so long, and a lot of it was stored out of the fear that I would never seen the old logo again. But it's mostly back. I really need to go through the box more objectively and realize that I just need to keep things that are particularly useful. Or important to me. Autographed things, or game used balls, or bats. Maybe by morning, I'll have gotten that through my head. That's my next step.
The goal is to make space for storage that I desperately need. And I will do it. I have plans, and I feel the urge to purge. And it rhymes, so it has to work, right?
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
As of this moment, I have been in the same position for slightly more than 9 years. In that time, I have seen 3 full-time Program Coordinators (my "companion" position in the office) and 18 co-op students (mostly University, one College and a couple of high school) rotate in, and back out, of the office.
This could indicate several things: 1) that I'm loyal and not given to floating in and out of things, 2) that I'm in a rut that I can't get out of. Mostly, it means that every 4 months I have to retrain the only other person in my office. And by the time most of them are actually useful as support in the position, they leave. And the process starts all over again. The few who have stuck around, stay long enough for me to get into a comfortable synchronicity with them before they go and leave me to the pattern again.
I'm tired. And I dread going to work. And I think what I said above is the main reason for both things. I'm in a constant state of uncomfortableness with the newest additions and they're never around long enough to get out of it. I've got no one I can rely on, to know that if I'm off one day, they'll pick up the slack. I have no peer. It's lonely. And frustrating, because I'm also mostly surrounded by people who only kind of get it. It's not that I physically have too much to do, though I can't say that I don't hate having to do parts of the Program Coordinator job as well as my own, but it's mentalling taxing having to adjust to and remember what these new people do and don't know all the time. Trying not to expect too much at the beginning, or expect too little later on. I don't know how to keep straight where they are at any given moment in time.
And I want them to ask questions when they don't know something, but I often feel as if I'm always answering the same questions. It's not usually their fault; I just can't remember who has asked what, or when.
Like I said, I'm tired. Part of me is proud that I've managed to weather all the crap that's been ongoing in the job for the past 9 years. Another part of me is screaming "Why won't someone just help me get out?!" But it's all mental, right? Take a few deep breaths. Remember that it's not the co-ops fault that they're here and they're learning, and try not to snap their heads off. Eventually I will get my due.
Or maybe this is it.
This could indicate several things: 1) that I'm loyal and not given to floating in and out of things, 2) that I'm in a rut that I can't get out of. Mostly, it means that every 4 months I have to retrain the only other person in my office. And by the time most of them are actually useful as support in the position, they leave. And the process starts all over again. The few who have stuck around, stay long enough for me to get into a comfortable synchronicity with them before they go and leave me to the pattern again.
I'm tired. And I dread going to work. And I think what I said above is the main reason for both things. I'm in a constant state of uncomfortableness with the newest additions and they're never around long enough to get out of it. I've got no one I can rely on, to know that if I'm off one day, they'll pick up the slack. I have no peer. It's lonely. And frustrating, because I'm also mostly surrounded by people who only kind of get it. It's not that I physically have too much to do, though I can't say that I don't hate having to do parts of the Program Coordinator job as well as my own, but it's mentalling taxing having to adjust to and remember what these new people do and don't know all the time. Trying not to expect too much at the beginning, or expect too little later on. I don't know how to keep straight where they are at any given moment in time.
And I want them to ask questions when they don't know something, but I often feel as if I'm always answering the same questions. It's not usually their fault; I just can't remember who has asked what, or when.
Like I said, I'm tired. Part of me is proud that I've managed to weather all the crap that's been ongoing in the job for the past 9 years. Another part of me is screaming "Why won't someone just help me get out?!" But it's all mental, right? Take a few deep breaths. Remember that it's not the co-ops fault that they're here and they're learning, and try not to snap their heads off. Eventually I will get my due.
Or maybe this is it.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in it's own way.
- opening line of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Interesting thought. Does it apply to individuals in the same way? Maybe what makes each person an individual is his or her own unhappiness and in our happiness we all become alike. Does it mean happiness is universal? Does that explain why depression is isolating, but people look to gather during the happiest moments?
- opening line of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Interesting thought. Does it apply to individuals in the same way? Maybe what makes each person an individual is his or her own unhappiness and in our happiness we all become alike. Does it mean happiness is universal? Does that explain why depression is isolating, but people look to gather during the happiest moments?
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Father’s Day Walk/Run
I'm walking in the Annual Father's Day Walk/Run to support Prostate Cancer Canada again this year. I'd very much appreciate it if you'd consider sponsoring me.
Father’s Day Walk/Run
Father’s Day Walk/Run
Random Odds & Ends: A study of me
I'm shorter than average. Maybe petite.
I think I need to lose 20-40 pounds.
Maybe then I'll be petite.
I read. A LOT.
I sing to the radio in the car. (And at home. And ... )
I remember nearly every lyric to nearly every song I've ever known.
I like movies and TV. Even the cheesy stuff.
I'm an only child. But I wasn't really spoiled. There were just advantages to having no brothers/sisters.
I have some really good friends. Most of whom I don't actually see often enough.
I'm a homebody. It's easier to read that way.
I like to write. I had some talent at it in school, but I haven't practiced enough as an adult.
My inner critic/censor is far too outspoken.
I'd like to write a novel that gets published, but doubt that will ever happen. (see above.)
I talk back to the TV. And to DJs on the radio.
I talk to myself. And I answer.
I watch entertainment television, but mainly for the moments that prove celebrities are just regular people.
I'm not quick to jump on trends, but when I decide I like something, I'm loyal.
If I can't respect a person or their actions, I probably can't respect their art.
I'm almost 40.
I feel like that can't possibly be my age.
My favourite book is Gone With the Wind. The movie's good too, but only because of the book.
I'm blonde.
I'm partially bionic. Or ceramic, it depends on who you ask.
Sometimes I'm a bitch.
I'm not really a people person.
I work in customer service.
I don't dislike children, but I can only take them in small doses and small groups.
Babies are cute when you can give them back.
I'm partially Dutch. And I look it.
I'll never achieve most of my dreams.
Whatever. No, seriously... Whatever.
I'm Canadian. That means I'm unnecessarily polite to most strangers.
Unless you're stupid. Then I'll grumble about it under my breath which you hopefully won't hear.
I'm non-confrontational.
Unless I can send you an email when your customer service is crappy.
I've never punched anyone. But I've wanted to.
I've been depressed.
I'd never commit suicide. There are two reasons for that.
I'm very opinionated.
If you reason with me, I might change my mind.
I'm observational to the point of being shy.
My musical taste is eclectic and varied.
I like history. But not my own.
I have some self-image issues that I've never gotten over.
But I fake it, so most people can't tell.
I'm usually pretty smart.
Sometimes I play dumb.
I like the sun. But I burn really easily.
Choco-holic. That's me.
I don't really swim.
I love the stars, but I can't point out any constellations.
I have a tattoo. Most people will only ever see it accidentally.
I might not tell you what I'm actually thinking.
I don't like to make decisions unless I feel really strongly about one of the choices.
I'm probably a geek. Or a nerd. Or a dork. (What's the difference anyhow?)
Maybe I'm adorkable?
I like Star Trek.
I'm not opposed to Star Wars.
If I were Penny, I'd probably date Leonard in a second.
Most of the time, I don't really like my job. Not the work, the job.
I do like my coworkers. Most of the time.
I'm perpetually single. Mostly, I'm okay with that. Except when I think about the way, way future.
I like my independence.
I'd like a new career. Anybody know anyone?
I'm good at what I do.
I generally don't like to talk about myself, which makes interviewing difficult.
I like blue/black/purple. And yellow.
I like spring. And fall.
Thunderstorms are fun when I'm safe at home. Same with snowstorms but add a fireplace and a good book.
I figure skated as a kid, but I've only been on skates about twice since I quit taking lessons.
Knitting is one of my hobbies.
I have a cat.
The two things above put me on the road to being a crazy cat lady.
I love the scenery of Scotland and Ireland, but I've never been there.
I admire people who are brutally honest because I care too much what people think of me.
My handwriting sucks.
I wish I had to hand write things more often.
I talk to the computer as if it can listen to me and do what I tell it to do.
Spell check is making us all illiterate.
I h8 txt speak.
I believe that if we didn't sanitize everything people would have less allergies and illness.
I wish I was calmer.
My favourite food is chicken. Or pizza. Oh, who am I kidding? It's chocolate.
I'd like to take yoga more regularly.
I'd like to be good at it.
I wish my life was something other than mediocre.
I shouldn't complain; it might not be fabulous, but it's also not horrible.
I don't like roller coasters. Or heights.
I've only flown 8 times (4 trips.)
I enjoyed Las Vegas and want to go back.
I have many travel plans, but no money to enact them.
I don't like math, but I was good at it in school.
Seeing people I knew in high school makes me feel awkward, as if I need to be the person I was then.
I don't like the person I was then. I've changed.
I'm not a girly-girl.
I like getting my nails done.
I've been to Europe - Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France and England.
I really want to go back.
I've never been farther west in Canada than Ontario.
I've never been to the West Coast of the US. But I've been to every state on the East coast.
I used to be totally afraid of scary movies. But now I love them.
English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh and Australian accents are awesome.
There are some people who could read me the phone book and I would be happy just to hear them speak.
I like old movies, but it's a relatively new things, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
I'm bad at creating healthy habits for myself.
I like to wear skirts/dresses, but often feel uncomfortable in them.
Skorts were an awesome invention.
I have 8 holes pierced in my ears.
8 is my lucky number. So far it hasn't been that lucky.
I'm the only person in my extended family who still has naturally blonde hair as an adult.
I own my car and my condo. They're not much, but they're mine.
I like trying to fix/build things.
My biggest fear is dying alone.
I've never smoked a cigarette.
I have a BA and a college degree. Neither of them seems to do me much good.
I'm creative, but not very artistic.
Sometimes I stare at nothing. It freaks people out.
I like words. The bigger the better.
I'm good at spelling.
I don't know how to properly structure a sentence, I just know how to make them sound right.
I used to be a pop culture junkie.
I hope there's something great waiting for me. Sometime.
Compliments freak me out. I never know how to respond.
At work I regularly thank people for things that don't require thanking.
I have an addictive personality.
All of my grandparents (including one step-) have passed away.
Sometimes I envy people with big families. Most of the time I don't.
I almost always have a book with me.
I don't have a favourite flower. Should I?
I don't like salad, but I eat it because it's good for me.
It regularly confuses people that I work in an arena, but I don't like hockey.
I don't really get current politics, because it's not really about politics.
I almost always (one exception) think the book is better than the movie.
People who post nothing but inspirational quotes on Facebook are annoying.
Sometimes I get so attached to characters in a book, that I feel extremely sad when it's over.
I say I'm tired, but I'm usually just bored.
When I'm bored, it's probably because I'm too lazy to do anything.
I try my best to be good to the environment.
I need to drink more water.
I doubt anyone will actually read this.
I think I need to lose 20-40 pounds.
Maybe then I'll be petite.
I read. A LOT.
I sing to the radio in the car. (And at home. And ... )
I remember nearly every lyric to nearly every song I've ever known.
I like movies and TV. Even the cheesy stuff.
I'm an only child. But I wasn't really spoiled. There were just advantages to having no brothers/sisters.
I have some really good friends. Most of whom I don't actually see often enough.
I'm a homebody. It's easier to read that way.
I like to write. I had some talent at it in school, but I haven't practiced enough as an adult.
My inner critic/censor is far too outspoken.
I'd like to write a novel that gets published, but doubt that will ever happen. (see above.)
I talk back to the TV. And to DJs on the radio.
I talk to myself. And I answer.
I watch entertainment television, but mainly for the moments that prove celebrities are just regular people.
I'm not quick to jump on trends, but when I decide I like something, I'm loyal.
If I can't respect a person or their actions, I probably can't respect their art.
I'm almost 40.
I feel like that can't possibly be my age.
My favourite book is Gone With the Wind. The movie's good too, but only because of the book.
I'm blonde.
I'm partially bionic. Or ceramic, it depends on who you ask.
Sometimes I'm a bitch.
I'm not really a people person.
I work in customer service.
I don't dislike children, but I can only take them in small doses and small groups.
Babies are cute when you can give them back.
I'm partially Dutch. And I look it.
I'll never achieve most of my dreams.
Whatever. No, seriously... Whatever.
I'm Canadian. That means I'm unnecessarily polite to most strangers.
Unless you're stupid. Then I'll grumble about it under my breath which you hopefully won't hear.
I'm non-confrontational.
Unless I can send you an email when your customer service is crappy.
I've never punched anyone. But I've wanted to.
I've been depressed.
I'd never commit suicide. There are two reasons for that.
I'm very opinionated.
If you reason with me, I might change my mind.
I'm observational to the point of being shy.
My musical taste is eclectic and varied.
I like history. But not my own.
I have some self-image issues that I've never gotten over.
But I fake it, so most people can't tell.
I'm usually pretty smart.
Sometimes I play dumb.
I like the sun. But I burn really easily.
Choco-holic. That's me.
I don't really swim.
I love the stars, but I can't point out any constellations.
I have a tattoo. Most people will only ever see it accidentally.
I might not tell you what I'm actually thinking.
I don't like to make decisions unless I feel really strongly about one of the choices.
I'm probably a geek. Or a nerd. Or a dork. (What's the difference anyhow?)
Maybe I'm adorkable?
I like Star Trek.
I'm not opposed to Star Wars.
If I were Penny, I'd probably date Leonard in a second.
Most of the time, I don't really like my job. Not the work, the job.
I do like my coworkers. Most of the time.
I'm perpetually single. Mostly, I'm okay with that. Except when I think about the way, way future.
I like my independence.
I'd like a new career. Anybody know anyone?
I'm good at what I do.
I generally don't like to talk about myself, which makes interviewing difficult.
I like blue/black/purple. And yellow.
I like spring. And fall.
Thunderstorms are fun when I'm safe at home. Same with snowstorms but add a fireplace and a good book.
I figure skated as a kid, but I've only been on skates about twice since I quit taking lessons.
Knitting is one of my hobbies.
I have a cat.
The two things above put me on the road to being a crazy cat lady.
I love the scenery of Scotland and Ireland, but I've never been there.
I admire people who are brutally honest because I care too much what people think of me.
My handwriting sucks.
I wish I had to hand write things more often.
I talk to the computer as if it can listen to me and do what I tell it to do.
Spell check is making us all illiterate.
I h8 txt speak.
I believe that if we didn't sanitize everything people would have less allergies and illness.
I wish I was calmer.
My favourite food is chicken. Or pizza. Oh, who am I kidding? It's chocolate.
I'd like to take yoga more regularly.
I'd like to be good at it.
I wish my life was something other than mediocre.
I shouldn't complain; it might not be fabulous, but it's also not horrible.
I don't like roller coasters. Or heights.
I've only flown 8 times (4 trips.)
I enjoyed Las Vegas and want to go back.
I have many travel plans, but no money to enact them.
I don't like math, but I was good at it in school.
Seeing people I knew in high school makes me feel awkward, as if I need to be the person I was then.
I don't like the person I was then. I've changed.
I'm not a girly-girl.
I like getting my nails done.
I've been to Europe - Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France and England.
I really want to go back.
I've never been farther west in Canada than Ontario.
I've never been to the West Coast of the US. But I've been to every state on the East coast.
I used to be totally afraid of scary movies. But now I love them.
English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh and Australian accents are awesome.
There are some people who could read me the phone book and I would be happy just to hear them speak.
I like old movies, but it's a relatively new things, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
I'm bad at creating healthy habits for myself.
I like to wear skirts/dresses, but often feel uncomfortable in them.
Skorts were an awesome invention.
I have 8 holes pierced in my ears.
8 is my lucky number. So far it hasn't been that lucky.
I'm the only person in my extended family who still has naturally blonde hair as an adult.
I own my car and my condo. They're not much, but they're mine.
I like trying to fix/build things.
My biggest fear is dying alone.
I've never smoked a cigarette.
I have a BA and a college degree. Neither of them seems to do me much good.
I'm creative, but not very artistic.
Sometimes I stare at nothing. It freaks people out.
I like words. The bigger the better.
I'm good at spelling.
I don't know how to properly structure a sentence, I just know how to make them sound right.
I used to be a pop culture junkie.
I hope there's something great waiting for me. Sometime.
Compliments freak me out. I never know how to respond.
At work I regularly thank people for things that don't require thanking.
I have an addictive personality.
All of my grandparents (including one step-) have passed away.
Sometimes I envy people with big families. Most of the time I don't.
I almost always have a book with me.
I don't have a favourite flower. Should I?
I don't like salad, but I eat it because it's good for me.
It regularly confuses people that I work in an arena, but I don't like hockey.
I don't really get current politics, because it's not really about politics.
I almost always (one exception) think the book is better than the movie.
People who post nothing but inspirational quotes on Facebook are annoying.
Sometimes I get so attached to characters in a book, that I feel extremely sad when it's over.
I say I'm tired, but I'm usually just bored.
When I'm bored, it's probably because I'm too lazy to do anything.
I try my best to be good to the environment.
I need to drink more water.
I doubt anyone will actually read this.
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