Online

Finally. The Knology guy came while I was out. He was early, and he did try, with my roommate's help, to hook me up, but he didn't know my laptop password, and therefore he had to come back. Apparently he's in a hurry to get home. Why, you might ask? Because one of his good friends tried to kill himself last weekend. The friend is a cop. I find it sad that someone with such a good job is in such dire straits emotionally. At any rate the Internet installer said he has had no sleep for some time because of his friend. It was not what I wanted to hear from the guy who is installing my Internet.
He did get it done though. He also admitted to not being familiar with Vista and got somewhat frustrated when trying to hook me up. Another thing I wouldn't, as a cable installer, admit.
Let's hope Mr. Cable/Internet man is home getting some sleep at this time.
So... I'm online. Cables and wires next to my bed (which is on the floor)... was out yesterday getting a hair cut and then went to Tar-jay looking for a belt; got turned around when I went back out on Bailey Cove and finally found my way back to South Parkway... noticed a familiar car in front of me and damn if it wasn't my brother. He told me to pull over, so I did... then we went and got the bed he was planning on giving me.
My roommate... has a friend that might be coming to stay here. I hope she doesn't eat my food. It's my roommate's best friend... we're already hosting her cat.
It's a nice cat, so no complaints here. Will be a full house though.
Moment I got online I noticed I had a cancellation notice via e-mail from Geico. I'd not gotten a paper bill in the mail! Got on the horn and paid them... whew. Now I need to write the motor vehicle div. and change my address with them. I keep forgetting... I have a 'quick forgettor'.
Later on I'll get out the iron and iron my 'interview' shirt and pants. I have that interview with the Madison County Jail tomorrow. I will hate having to change clothes at work... that's going to suck.
But can't wash dishes in my interview clothes. What a headache. Maybe I'll come home first, I probably will. I don't need my boss knowing I was at an interview... esp. since I don't know if I'll even qualify for the job.
Nervous about it. Always get nervous around interview time. Can't help it. Got a haircut, will press my clothes... what more do they want from a kitchen worker?
Really.
It's good to be online... I just noticed a crack in the face of my laptop. WTF? I've handled it as carefully as a person can. I do not reccomend HP Pavilion laptops; the face is too fragile. One part of it is popping up, too. The speaker cover.
*sigh*
At least it works. I hope it keeps working for a while. I'd hate to have to try to get another laptop right now. But it's working fine so I need to quit worrying.
I'm a little jangled right now: sore throat, had a headache earlier, too. Kind of out of it. Not stuffed up, though, that's good. Nurse roommate gave me some vitamin C and made me promise to let her know if I develop other symptoms. She is a nursing student actually and said she has some stuff for me if I get sick.
They are very very sweet people.
While at my brother's we were examining the various mattresses he has in his guest bedroom (three sets) and one had a huge lump in it. I reached under it and found some Listerine bottles stuffed under there from when I lived at his house over four years ago. *sigh*
I can't believe I was drinking mouthwash... a huge bottle a day. I was walking a long distance to get them, too. After I got in a wreck in his truck. What a mess.
My brother is the one you expect to come apart at the seams when you do something bad like that... but he doesn't. He is calm and cool and makes a joke or two; it's funny how that is. My sister goes ballistic. Screams and yells. He just takes it in stride and might make a reference to it in the future but doesn't grind it in.
I'm struggling with making friends... I think, truly, it will always be hard for me. I should go to church with my roommates, they keep asking. They say there are lots of lesbians there.
Also I hope to get involved with the theater... they are doing Rocky Horror soon, I'd like to get involved...
Chaired the meeting again today. When I went in , T. was sitting in the chair person's seat. He said, and I quote, "You're early. I ain't getting out of this chair."
So I sat there quietly, biting my tongue. At twenty 'til, I reached over and gathered the chair person's book from in front of him. He said, "IT takes you THAT long to look at the book?"
I said, "T., I think it would be best if you don't speak to me at all. That would be good."
He said, "Take your fucking seat."
Other people said they would have given him shit but... I think it' best not give him the negative attention he craves. I think ignoring him is the best bet.
L's husband went to Alaska recently for work. I'd asked her to ask him to get me some Kaladi Brother's coffee for me. I was half joking... but he got me some. Whole beans!
So today L. gave me the coffee and a coffee grinder and a loaf of banana nut bread. Lovely. I can't wait to drink me some of that ... good good stuff.
All the way from Fairbanks.
J. says she has some sheets for my bed. That will be good. She has a full set of nice sheets and a comforter. I'll be happy to do away with the Spiderman sheets. heh. Not that I have anything against Spidey... but they are kind of harsh sheets.
I'm actually getting my hopes up for the jail job. I'd like to have a county job, with benefits... it would be a blessing. Truly.
Also I am so glad to be back online because I rely on it. These past weeks have been harsh, not really knowing my way around and having to rely on crappy street maps. All that is behind me now. lol.
I really hope I get that job. I'd like to be able to say I work for the county and have a real job.
My current job is getting to me. The gossip and attitude, I probably won't escape at any job, but the job I have now, it's too close for comfort. I see those people not only at work but at meetings, and nothing is sacred, nothing is not up for speculation, and everyone takes everything personally.
I dunno, plus...it's just so damn hard, it's a hard thankless job, and I do like my boss and the cook but the cook, my best buddy, is also sick as hell of the place, and will end up leaving soon, I'm sure of it. Once he's gone it's going to be tough as hell. I don't think that for the money my boss can find another cook as organized and patient and good as Steve.
If I had Steve working for me I'd pay him big bucks; he's that good. Poor guy has four kids to feed, and always shows up on time.
Anyhow, if I had a dishwasher like me, I'd pay them more, too. I do a lot of prep and waitresses' work... and I don't get tipped out. The job has become joyless. If I want a joyless job I will go work for the county.
I think I will go look up what Hurricane Fay is up to. Glad to be online.
Glad I am sober and glad I have food, shelter, and a bed.
***LATER***
was laying in bed with my laptop surfing the web when my phone rang. It was my brother. He wanted some help moving something in his yard... couldn't hear him too well, his phone was cutting out. He was in his car on his way home, and said "It won't take too long, just traipse on up here if you can..." (who knew my brother used the word traipse?)
I get up there and the sky is a little dark but not too bad. The skeeters were worse than Alaska... and I find out it's a tool shed he wants to move. *sigh*
And I realize I brought two LEFT gloves.
Anyhow, we jack up the shed and put PVC pipes under it and begin rolling it. We had to turn it to miss a tree... shed wanted to keep turning but we got it to go straight again, when we saw lightning and head thunder almost immediately after. So we ran inside, abandoned the shed moving.
Tried to watch the weather channel but his satellite was not working (the storm, of course)... so, I got the glass baking dish back from him (my roommate had cooked him some apple fritter from the apples he'd given us) and headed home. It was raining cats and dogs at his house but only a mile or so down the pike (literally... Pulaski Pike) it cleared up.
couldn't see a durn thing out my back window... damn camper shell. The shell is close to the cab but there's maybe an inch in between, so you can't really clean it well... hard to see anyone coming up behind me. Mt. Lebanon Road is kind of hairy... two lanes, curvy... supposed to go like thirty MPH but everyone zips around like... crazy.
My heart was kind of beating fast, but the traffic wasn't too bad. I got home OK. More than a few skeeter bites though. Damn things , as usual right before the rain, out to feed before the rain stops them from being able to hunt for a while.
I've ironed my clothes for the morning interview and now just enjoying having the Internet. Moving that shed reminded me of moving Cheryl's shed... we did move that thing board by board, and I was really bad off alcoholically then. I wonder that she never mentioned it. But she was dying and I guess she had other things on her mind.
I have to make amends to her, even though she is dead. I feel bad for my behaviour ...
My throat is still sore. I just hope to get through the interview with no coughing or anything like that. I hope to wake up not sick.
L. called and said that C's dad has jaundice. And the doctors fear he may have pancreatic cancer. He's the same age as my mom, and my mom is out gardening and wheelbarrowing and healthy as all get out, thank the universe. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever see her alive again.
*sigh*