ME!!!!!
Guess.
No really, guess!
Kiki used my laptop last night, and didn't log off.
I used my laptop this afternoon and wondered why in HELL her mother, M.W.'s former shrew would email me. So....
wait for it...
So I emailed her back, telling her what a special daughter she has, and that is was in no small part because of shrew and M.W.
And then... I realized...
that....
Shrew had not emailed me... she emailed her daughter....
and...
I had inadvertantly sent that (blasted) reply from Kiki's account.
So what have I just done? Accused the Shrew of sending me a message, then replying to it from her daughter's account, only to realize that I'm an idiot, and a pretty poor specimen, ta boot! I apologized to Kiki, but I'm not going to send Shrew a note, because.. why? Then she'd have my email address, and she already hates me, so frickin' WHY?
My mom is going to laugh when I tell her what I did. M.W. told me to take an Internet 101 class at the local community collage.
Thanks. I think I'll stop programming for a while a the office, so I can go back and learn email ettiquette.
At least I tried to kill her with kindess? (Die, bitch, DIE!)
Shame-faced,
Dot.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Settling....
...In
Into the California Leftist movement, that is. I kinda like this quote I heard today
...Down
After a long and nice weekend, I had to come home so I could work tomorrow. We spent a wonderful afternoon with M.W.'s Newlyweds, walking around their new town, eating lunch, and talking. About writing a book... M.W. and I are talking about writing a book together. He wants to do it, and I have the time. Sounds like a match made in .... well.... at least in San Francisco, eh?
I'm so excited about it, I'm practically jittery. Add in some coffee, a few diet cokes and the speed-bump du jour, and you might tell me to take a time out! AAAAHHHH!
...Just Settling
Joints settle. So do houses, ideas, and prospects. Fear precipitates and then settles, and rain, I'm sure, does the same. It's natural... but why does everyone fear that I'm doing it? (I'm not, BTW). Last time I checked, I am a grown, educated woman who wants what she wants. Why, pray, would I have moved to California, if I was so all-fired into settling for something less than what I want out of life?
...Out
Guess I should have placed the rain comment here. But anyways, I gotta get out, gotta make some friends, and then maybe settling for something outside of the realm of what I normally deem suitable, would not be so far-fetched.
Editor's note: Frankly, I like who I am and... I like what I like. No one has ever forced me into liking something that I did not... although perhaps I have. With truth on our side, we can discover our hearts and then be true to them.
Into the California Leftist movement, that is. I kinda like this quote I heard today
"One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors" - Plato
...Down
After a long and nice weekend, I had to come home so I could work tomorrow. We spent a wonderful afternoon with M.W.'s Newlyweds, walking around their new town, eating lunch, and talking. About writing a book... M.W. and I are talking about writing a book together. He wants to do it, and I have the time. Sounds like a match made in .... well.... at least in San Francisco, eh?
I'm so excited about it, I'm practically jittery. Add in some coffee, a few diet cokes and the speed-bump du jour, and you might tell me to take a time out! AAAAHHHH!
...Just Settling
Joints settle. So do houses, ideas, and prospects. Fear precipitates and then settles, and rain, I'm sure, does the same. It's natural... but why does everyone fear that I'm doing it? (I'm not, BTW). Last time I checked, I am a grown, educated woman who wants what she wants. Why, pray, would I have moved to California, if I was so all-fired into settling for something less than what I want out of life?
...Out
Guess I should have placed the rain comment here. But anyways, I gotta get out, gotta make some friends, and then maybe settling for something outside of the realm of what I normally deem suitable, would not be so far-fetched.
Editor's note: Frankly, I like who I am and... I like what I like. No one has ever forced me into liking something that I did not... although perhaps I have. With truth on our side, we can discover our hearts and then be true to them.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Obsolete-o-Phobia: Duh. The Fear of Becoming Obsolete
It happens to everyone in the lifespan of their career: they choose where they want to land, and maintain, but never really move ahead once again. They've become obsolete.
In meteorology these days, it's all about computers and computing. Some of the old timers here -- and especially some really talented meteorologists -- are useless to us because they are uncomfortable in learning and doing something which is completely natural to us X-ers and Y-ers (technically speaking, I'm a Y-er, but I've always considered myself an X-er)... Simply operating a comuter is mystifying to the old-timers. One dude comes in and says what a horrible met shop we are, because we no longer print out the weather maps and hang them on the wall.
Our technology is a complete dissapointment to him, because in our effort to save paper, the lionshare of our work is now available to the public from inside of a plastic and metal box, with wires and circuits and excited electrons running around inside displayed on a glowing cathode-ray tube or lcd display panel, rather than on show on the back wall of our crappy-doodle office on floor 7 of this awesome and very secure high-rise.
M.W. told me this morning that it's great I'm learning to program more, because the future of meteorology is in programming. He said that if I wanted to move up and do meaningful work in the biz... I'd have to be more adaptable and better programmer. Yikes! I'm starting to feel desperate, like I have to do it to stay alive.
....deep....breath....
Dot.
In meteorology these days, it's all about computers and computing. Some of the old timers here -- and especially some really talented meteorologists -- are useless to us because they are uncomfortable in learning and doing something which is completely natural to us X-ers and Y-ers (technically speaking, I'm a Y-er, but I've always considered myself an X-er)... Simply operating a comuter is mystifying to the old-timers. One dude comes in and says what a horrible met shop we are, because we no longer print out the weather maps and hang them on the wall.
Our technology is a complete dissapointment to him, because in our effort to save paper, the lionshare of our work is now available to the public from inside of a plastic and metal box, with wires and circuits and excited electrons running around inside displayed on a glowing cathode-ray tube or lcd display panel, rather than on show on the back wall of our crappy-doodle office on floor 7 of this awesome and very secure high-rise.
M.W. told me this morning that it's great I'm learning to program more, because the future of meteorology is in programming. He said that if I wanted to move up and do meaningful work in the biz... I'd have to be more adaptable and better programmer. Yikes! I'm starting to feel desperate, like I have to do it to stay alive.
....deep....breath....
Dot.
Taking the Slow Boat (non-rant)
I've discovered something I really like to do: driving below the speed limit when I'm not in a hurry.
Sounds nutty, eh? But California is a huge state, and you just can't get anywhere unless you drive like a madman with both fists on the wheel, white-knuckled until they're bleeding, acid pouring into the tum-tum, and cell phone pasted to the side of your head.
Respect and Respect Totum Pole (rant)
I know, I know... I've turned into one of them pretty quickly, you're thinking. No. The funniest thing happened the other day when I realized that people from the Bay are *so* different than the rest of us hanging out here in Nor Cal. M.W. is from the Bay Area, so I'm treading lightly here.... but let's just say that all of the things that I love about where he lives -- the diversity, sophistication, all of the Apple stores, Starbucks, specialty bookstores, Clubs, and bike trails -- is why I don't mind living in the Valley -- it reminds me of rural Michigan, growing up, a lack of pretense, feeling comfortable with who I am, and generally being accepted on my own merits, instead of having to have connections.
I have both: Merits and Connections. But I hate that whole fat-cat, glad-handing, smiling at someone even when they occupy a perennial position at the base of your Respect Totum-pole kind of existance.
And it's not that M.W. is any part of the what I don't like about where he lives -- in fact, he's quite above it all, to the point where it doesn't even occur to him that he exists quite nicely in both the la-de-da points of life, as well as wearing sweatpants to the grocery store and eating fast food kind of life.
Actually my railing to the smiling fat-cats is more that I don't like the corporations to whom they belong... namely one to which I used to belong. While these business connections are great, it's irksome the ways that they do business. It's ONLY business, I know, I know... but what about the meteorology?
Shiver.... Blink... Swoosh.... Wow.... (rant-lite)
Weather is my life. I don't think I am out of line to say it's M.W.'s life, too. Families and relationships change and grow, but the wonder and beauty and awesome power of nature lies in our hearts. It's not just the desire to understand the weather and act as a liason to the public... no... of all the mets I know, none of them do it for the power, the glory, the money. Passion is what it's all about.
Rain, wind, clouds, hail, snow, lightning, thunder, hurricanes, tornadoes.
Peace
Dot.
Sounds nutty, eh? But California is a huge state, and you just can't get anywhere unless you drive like a madman with both fists on the wheel, white-knuckled until they're bleeding, acid pouring into the tum-tum, and cell phone pasted to the side of your head.
Respect and Respect Totum Pole (rant)
I know, I know... I've turned into one of them pretty quickly, you're thinking. No. The funniest thing happened the other day when I realized that people from the Bay are *so* different than the rest of us hanging out here in Nor Cal. M.W. is from the Bay Area, so I'm treading lightly here.... but let's just say that all of the things that I love about where he lives -- the diversity, sophistication, all of the Apple stores, Starbucks, specialty bookstores, Clubs, and bike trails -- is why I don't mind living in the Valley -- it reminds me of rural Michigan, growing up, a lack of pretense, feeling comfortable with who I am, and generally being accepted on my own merits, instead of having to have connections.
I have both: Merits and Connections. But I hate that whole fat-cat, glad-handing, smiling at someone even when they occupy a perennial position at the base of your Respect Totum-pole kind of existance.
And it's not that M.W. is any part of the what I don't like about where he lives -- in fact, he's quite above it all, to the point where it doesn't even occur to him that he exists quite nicely in both the la-de-da points of life, as well as wearing sweatpants to the grocery store and eating fast food kind of life.
Actually my railing to the smiling fat-cats is more that I don't like the corporations to whom they belong... namely one to which I used to belong. While these business connections are great, it's irksome the ways that they do business. It's ONLY business, I know, I know... but what about the meteorology?
Shiver.... Blink... Swoosh.... Wow.... (rant-lite)
Weather is my life. I don't think I am out of line to say it's M.W.'s life, too. Families and relationships change and grow, but the wonder and beauty and awesome power of nature lies in our hearts. It's not just the desire to understand the weather and act as a liason to the public... no... of all the mets I know, none of them do it for the power, the glory, the money. Passion is what it's all about.
Rain, wind, clouds, hail, snow, lightning, thunder, hurricanes, tornadoes.
Peace
Dot.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Introspective
Have you ever gotten yourself into a place where, emotionally, you feel like you're going to explode? Like you can't express yourself, and you know it's just a matter of time until you go "wacky-ass" on someone? Ha... I know that my dear twinsey, Jayleigh, knows what I'm talking about.
Anyways... in the past two years, I've felt like that a lot. But... rarely have I done it. Last night, Kiki took the train up here and we went to a concert together. She's so sweet and nice and thoughtful.... but she wanted to talk about me and her dad, and about her mom (the wretch who hates me) and about how she doesn't approve that I am sleeping with her dad, but that she also loves him and me in spite of it.
After the concert, I took her back to meet with her dad. Something clicked inside of me. A click of responsibility? Okay. A click of "It's gonna be alright?" Yup.
In all of the time I spend worrying about my relationship with M.W., about how his ex hates me... and whether or not his kids love me or not... I've forgotten that I'm living my life!!!
And what a life it is! It's raining out and I'm going to flip on a sweatshirt and walk to the gym. With my bumbershoot.
Peace
Dot.
Anyways... in the past two years, I've felt like that a lot. But... rarely have I done it. Last night, Kiki took the train up here and we went to a concert together. She's so sweet and nice and thoughtful.... but she wanted to talk about me and her dad, and about her mom (the wretch who hates me) and about how she doesn't approve that I am sleeping with her dad, but that she also loves him and me in spite of it.
After the concert, I took her back to meet with her dad. Something clicked inside of me. A click of responsibility? Okay. A click of "It's gonna be alright?" Yup.
In all of the time I spend worrying about my relationship with M.W., about how his ex hates me... and whether or not his kids love me or not... I've forgotten that I'm living my life!!!
And what a life it is! It's raining out and I'm going to flip on a sweatshirt and walk to the gym. With my bumbershoot.
Peace
Dot.
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