one thing's for sure. i'm not bored. nope. instead i'm working my tail off trying to make sense of all this paper here. i've never really seen such a mess...and it's discouraging to think that it will probably take me three months to get this all straightened out and running smoothly. perhaps i'll make it a goal to get it done sooner. then again, i don't know how much control i'll have over that.
christmas was great - power tools from my mom and a fiddle from my dad. now to find a fiddle instructor in san diego...
mostly. still waiting on a few clothes in the dryer and the last minute things you have to throw in in the morning. whee!
typical time back in ca, though - as soon as i get in, i'm being whisked up to fullerton area to visit with my great aunt and uncle. then, home again to make christmas cookies. monday is a swing dancing night - tim gill orchestra. :) i found out over thanksgiving that my uncle also plays drums for them as well as chicago six/twelve/fifteen. cool!
for those i may not get to wish so, happy holidays!
perhaps. i like to think of it as wrapping things up. after all, i really don't want to move all these projects that i want to finish and get into the booth. i've just got to finish scraping the miscellaneous bits of grout from my mosaic (yes, i am a messy 'grouter') and the table is finished. i should take a picture before i send it away. i have fabric to make various things, but those things never came to be. it's going home with me at christmas instead. maybe i'll get around to making stuff in ca.
at least i can work on the grandmother's flower garden quilt without a sewing machine. you'd think it would be a bother to stitch something by hand, but it's actually rather nice to do something with my hands. being portable is also a bonus. :) now hand quilting might be a different story. i have issues with finishing things - especially cross stitching. i hate backstitching with a passion. maybe i'll get my sewing machine set up with a table and be able to machine quilt...someday.
or maybe i just need to take a few months off of projects and allow myself to veg in the evenings instead of insisting on being so busy. yeah. after i get my latest freelance project done, maybe. :p
but i'm sitting at work with a headache and major short-timer syndrome.
mood: tired
music: johnny cash - american iv: the man comes around
perhaps you didn't know there was a doubt. my mom forgot to send me her free ticket that i was supposed to fly on. i have one too, and called southwest airlines to see if i could get the free ticket info switched. after much finagling, it was worked out. whew.
this whole interveiw and selection process for my replacement has been very interesting. i'm learning quite a few things about what *not* to do when applying for a job. for instance, always tailor your resume to the job description. if it doesn't match, be sure to explain *somewhere* (cover letter, perhaps) how you'd be a match to the job. in fact, include a cover letter. it's a good idea. yep. job tips 'r' us. ;)
- Rick Riessen
dear friend, thank you for that laugh...and reminder :)
y'know, it amuses me that people can't come up with better adjectives than the f-word. you'd think they could be a little more creative.
i hear a lot about the law of attraction. a definition from brian tracy: "This law has been stated in many different ways down through the centuries, but it basically says that you inevitably attract into your life the people and circumstances that harmonize with your dominant thoughts." thinking back, when feeling restless, i thought a lot about changing jobs, moving back to california, starting pieces of my life over. and now look - i've got a new job that fell in my lap, i'm moving back to california, and i have the opportunity to start over financially. wow. maybe there is something to this.
and maybe now i need to think a lot about packing...
i picture myself done with packing and organized. i am one with my boxes labels and sharpie marker and packing tape... ;)
less than 1 hour to figure out how to embed a movie for one of the centers so they can send people to see the clip about the tech transfer challenge.
response from center: "you're a rock star." ;)
i love how i'm the expert on computer programs that i don't usually use. it's all because i'm willing to sit down and read the help. perhaps i should thank all my years of working in the library - i learned how to search on computers effectively. i can pull things up on google faster than most people.
i suppose i shouldn't complain. at least i feel like i'm the expert in something. ;)
looking for a job? you can find mine online now at http://tamujobs.tamu.edu. click on "search postings" and enter nov# 040353. the people i work with really are great. honest!
i'm not sure which i'm doing. seems like when i talk with mom on the phone, i'm getting more information about my new job, learning more about what's expected of me. here i sit, though, trying to write out a job manual for the job i'm leaving. it's hard. some of this i just do so automatically that i can't remember how i do it, and i have no clue what the person following me will know or not know.
and it makes it even harder that i really don't have anyone to tell good news about my move to. nick didn't react all excited like i did when i told him that my assistant's been hired. so, i didn't bother explaining the whole somewhat-funny story - that she's from fort worth, that she told mom she was nearly OCD about organization and stuff...and the the part where mom says, 'you two remind me a lot of each other.' yeah, thanks. you saying i border on OCD as well? ;) it made me laugh.
i suppose i can see why he's not wanting to hear about it. he doesn't want me to go. nor does his family. so i can't tell them about it either. really, i can't wait to get out to california and get on with stuff. all this waiting is annoying.
it's a little...overwhelming. dealing with 10 years' worth of my stuff, that is. trying to decide what's still important to me, and what's not. i'll admit i started with the easy room - the bathroom. not much in there to trip me up. half empty bottle of stuff i don't like? trash.
the thought of my closet and my study scare me. *sigh*