mousme: A text icon, white text on green, that reads Zathras trained in crisis management (Crisis Management)
It's a statutory holiday here today, so that means I get to wear jeans to work! I have come to deeply loathe and resent having to wear "business casual" office clothing, so God help me if I ever end up having to work in a regular office setting again. Right now I only have to wear the hated clothes about five days a month, often less, when I'm working day shifts during the week, and the rest of the time I can wear comfy jeans, which is my favourite thing to do.

Not much has happened since I last posted. I have been procrastinating like crazy on unpacking the house and doing anything remotely productive when it comes to keeping my life together.

Instead I've been playing Stardew Valley, which is entirely the fault of [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave , who, as usual, is a terrible influence. It's a horribly addictive little farming sim game, which is normally not at all my bag, but on top of the farming there is a significant emphasis on social relationships and community building in the game: the goal is not just to become good at farming, but to integrate a small community and become a respected member of society. The village, called Pelican Town, is also disturbingly realistic in some ways when it comes to depicting small town life, and the otherwise cute and lighthearted game has gotten dark on me a few times. There are characters with depression, suffering from isolation and alcoholism, people on the fringes of "civilised" society. Anyway, it's been weirdly compelling, and it has occupied a lot of my free time in the past three weeks. I finally reached some of the artificial goals the game sets this past weekend, so hopefully my fervor for it will die down a little now, and let me be productive in other ways.

I took Sergent to the vet last week for his shots, and also for our third ride on the "Does the Dog Have Cushing's Disease?" merry go round. I was worried because he's been having accidents in the house ever since I moved. I had attributed it to stress at first, but since it had continued for a month after (though with diminishing frequency), and he's been presenting with other symptoms (panting, less energy, whatnot), a lot of the signs pointed to something else going on. $1,000 later, and the good news is that he still doesn't have Cushings. The bad news is that I'm almost out of savings now. *sigh* I have a new vet, one who is much closer to home, which is much better news for both the pets, who hate being in the car for extended periods, and for my sanity, because my previous vet was an hour away by car, which meant that a vet visit before this meant basically writing off the entire day. It will be nice to be able to do other things on Vet Days now.

In more uplifting news, my new friends L. and J. managed to sell their house, and as of last week no longer live right next to the people who harassed them and made their existence a living misery for two years! I'm so excited and happy for them. They're still looking for a permanent place to live (they both suffer from severe mould allergies. which means they have to be very careful about finding a new home), but at least they now don't have to orchestrate their lives around making sure a vehicle is always parked around their home and that they're not alone for extended periods of time. They no longer have to wear their hoods up to keep their faces covered, or be afraid to leave their house during the day (they did most of their moving in the dead of night), or have their neighbours rev their truck engines at them half the night or point floodlights at their house at all hours, or leave threatening notes on their car windshield. In short, this is fantastic news for them. They sold their house to a heterosexual white couple who already have ties in the neighbourhood, so they're confident the new people won't also be the target of harassment, so it's good all around.

This past weekend ended up busier than any other time since I moved. I ran D&D on Saturday for the first time in over two months, and it went pretty well. I planned a non-combat session for my players: a solstice festival which would allow them to roleplay and just have some fun without worrying about getting killed or having larger moral decisions to make. It was a good way to get back into the swing of things, and give me a bit of breathing space to try to plan out the next arc of their story. In a way, Levels 1-5 were there to help them figure out who their characters are, but now I want to try to start pulling things together and introducing them to the larger world I've been creating. It would likely help me if I worked out more of the details of my world, I guess. :P I don't know if they'll make it all the way to Level 20, but I have plans for them if they do, that's for sure. I just have to figure out what I want to see happen in the interim, and how to make it as much fun for them as possible, too. I have a lot of their backstories to play with as well, which ought to be fun.

Sunday I went to Meeting, after missing two weeks due to work. Now that I'm a Member I'm finding it more difficult to arrange my life with so few free weekends. I'm the clerk of First Day School, which means I feel obligated to lead FDS at least once a month, which means I have only one Sunday a month to attend Meeting, and therefore that's usually the Sunday I will sacrifice if I have to make other plans (like go on a trip, or what have you), but it means I sometimes won't attend Meeting for several months, and I feel really bad about that. I have no good solution to this, unfortunately, short of finding a job that doesn't require me to work weekends, or winning the lottery so I don't have to work at all anymore. :P

Meeting was more stressful than usual, too, because we had an elderly Member become unresponsive during worship. I feel especially bad, because I noticed early on that he appeared to have fallen asleep during worship, and was drooling a little at the time, and I debated with myself if I should go check and see if he was okay and decided against it. This happened to him last year (the only two times I've ever seen him attend Meeting, for that matter), and I wondered if it might not be happening again, but I worried about overstepping my bounds, as I don't know him at all. If I end up in a similar situation again, I'm damned well not going to worry about being told to mind my own business, so long as it means I'm not possibly sacrificing someone's health and safety in the name of social delicacy. It was a poor decision on my part not to interrupt Meeting to check on him, and I regret it.

When worship was over, it became obvious that something was wrong, and people were oddly reluctant to call for medical help for the man. A few of his friends said they would just take him home, and so I stepped in then and put my foot down. He was slumped over in his chair and completely unresponsive, his skin was clammy, and his breathing was extremely rapid and shallow. "I'm calling an ambulance," I told them, and then got them to move chairs aside so the paramedics would have room to work, and employed my best crowd management techniques to get well-meaning but unhelpful people and the looky-loos out of the way. An ambulance arrived within about three minutes, which was great, along with a policeman, who was helpful in getting people to move back and also to have someone to act as a point of contact with the gentleman's family, whom we were having trouble contacting during the emergency.

The funny thing is, because I was the one who essentially took charge of the emergency, everyone at Meeting decided I must know everything there was to know about the gentleman who'd collapsed. People kept asking me what his medical conditions were, if I'd contacted his children, all sorts of things, when the truth is that I didn't even know the guy's name. I'd never met him properly: I just knew from last summer, when he'd also collapsed at Meeting, that there was a history of this happening. Anyway, in light of this latest event, I approached the Meeting clerk and told her we should suggest that everyone volunteer to give us emergency contact information, for cases such as these. We got lucky that a few of the Members in attendance that day not only knew the man, but had phone numbers for his children in their cell phone contacts, but those Members could just as easily not have been there that day, and then the children would not have found out for hours or perhaps even days that their father was in the hospital.

Everything turned out okay, as far as I know: the gentleman was already awake and more responsive by the time the ambulance took him to the hospital, so I'm sure he will be fine. Still, it could have gone much better, and I have learned quite a few lessons from what I did wrong yesterday.

Back to better news: I'm slated to go to a fandom convention next week, which I'm really looking forward to. It has changed names, from Wincon to Confabulation, but it's basically still the same con. I'm looking forward to seeing all the friends I made there last time once more, just to hang out and geek out about fannish stuff. It's a convention run by fans, for fans, with no celebrity guests, which keeps the prices mercifully low, and lets us have panels and round tables to discuss all of our beloved things in depth, which is one of my favourite things to do! So I'm pretty psyched about it, even though it's coming at a time when I no longer have the kind of money I thought I'd have before going, due to unexpectedly having to move and two very hefty vet bills in a three-month period. Still, I can swing it, only because I'd been carefully putting money aside for this convention since last year. I just wish this year had been less expensive.


And that's it! Things are starting to happen in my life again, so with any luck I will be around more and posting.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Shit)
:::Apologies if this posts twice. LJ is being a dick about crossposting from DW, so I am copy/pasting my original entry:::

I ran eight hours of D&D today, taking a break from landlady craziness and real world responsibilities. My players finally made it out of the cave system they were exploring and went back home, fighting a banshee and a bunch of tree blights on the way. Apart from that one fairly intense combat, it was a role-play-heavy session, which was a nice change of pace. They got to meet some new NPCs, have some downtime, and several of them are coming out of their shells as role-players, which is ncie to see. I need to work on not having my NPC accents waver all over the place.

Next session should be more role-play stuff more than combat, so I'll have to do some more plot and NPC prep for that, which I haven't done in a while. I have to start pulling the mythology of my home-brew world into a semblance of order so that I can start weaving in the overarching plot to their everyday encounters. It will be more work, but I think if I can pull it off it will be super rewarding for all of us.

There's not much else to report on today. I slept super badly because we had several thunderstorms last night, so my sleep was bookended by the dog freaking the hell out next to my bed. He wanted to come up and get comfort cuddles, and the first time he climbed up behind me and lay down exactly in the spot I usuall sleep and refused to budge. I had to physically lift all 85 pounds of him out of the way so I could lie down, but he did get comfort cuddles the way he wanted. Tis morning it was the same thing, except he couldn't get up onto te bed, soI had to get up and lift him up with me. Anyway, it was not super restful. Poor puppy, he really does hate thunderstorms. :(

The goal is to get better sleep tonight, and tomorrow is the first time in months I'll be able to go to Meeting without being responsible for the kids as well. It'll be nice to actually sit in Meeting and be part of the group worship for once.
mousme: A turquoise twenty-sided die that has landed on "1." The caption reads: "Shit." (Natural One)
 I ran eight hours of D&D today, taking a break from landlady craziness and real world responsibilities. My players finally made it out of the cave system they were exploring and went back home, fighting a banshee and a bunch of tree blights on the way. Apart from that one fairly intense combat, it was a role-play-heavy session, which was a nice change of pace. They got to meet some new NPCs, have some downtime, and several of them are coming out of their shells as role-players, which is nice to see. I need to work on not having my NPC accents waver all over the place. XD

Next session should be more role-play stuff more than combat, so I'll have to do some more plot and NPC prep for that, which I haven't done in a while. I have to start pulling the mythology of my home-brew world into a semblance of order so that I can start weaving in the overarching plot to their everyday encounters. It will be more work, but I think if I can pull it off it will be super rewarding for all of us.

There's not much else to report on today. I slept super badly because we had several thunderstorms last night, so my sleep was bookended by the dog freaking the hell out next to my bed. He wanted to come up and get comfort cuddles, and the first time he climbed up behind me and lay down exactly in the spot I usually sleep and refused to budge. I had to physically lift all 85 pounds of him out of the way so I could lie down, but he did get comfort cuddles the way he wanted. This morning it was the same thing, except he couldn't get up onto the bed, so I had to get up and lift him up with me. Anyway, it was not super restful. Poor puppy, he really does hate thunderstorms. :(

The goal is to get better sleep tonight, and tomorrow is the first time in months I'll be able to go to Meeting without being responsible for the kids as well. It'll be nice to actually sit in Meeting and be part of the group worship for once.
mousme: A turquoise twenty-sided die that has landed on "1." The caption reads: "Shit." (Natural One)
This entry is literally just me blathering on about my D&D campaign. Feel free to skip it, since it won't mean much to anyone aside from me.

D&D adventures )In other news, I'm leading First Day School again tomorrow (which reminds me, I should post about my Clearness Committee at some point. Fodder for tomorrow's entry, I guess), and have officially run out of ideas for nut-free, gluten-free food that I can easily make with a group of children ranging between five and thirteen that will also take 45-60 minutes to prepare. The list is shorter than you'd think. It's either too fiddly for the five-year-old (requiring lots of knife work or stovetop cooking), or it's a ten-minute assembly kind of project (too short to keep them all busy during Meeting), or else it involves gluten or peanut butter (the latter, at least, can be replaced with Wow Butter). I tried three-ingredient cookies last time, but the children all ran off while the cookies were in the oven, and since I was busy chasing them down and trying to corral them, the cookies ended up burning. So anything involving baking is off-limits too.

I'm torn between trying chocolate-covered fruit (likely super messy) or gluten-free Rice Krispie squares (which I've already done before). *lays head on table* I'm kind of hoping the children won't show up tomorrow, which is terrible of me, but it would spare me having to keep them under control when the thirteen-year-old with ADHD and ODD inevitably decides he's bored and starts revving up both his sisters instead of participating in the activity I have planned.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)
... that my life is too boring for me to post an update every day. I mean, absolutely nothing has happened since the last time I posted. I went to work, I slept, I briefly played a video game, I Skyped with my parents, and that's that. I didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked, so tonight will be an early-to-bed night. Exciting times, amirite?

Tomorrow I'll be running D&D for the first time in nearly two months. Well, the actual campaign, anyway. We had a "battle royale" on New Year's Eve, which was a lot of fun and involved a lot of math (who knew the Pythagorean theorem would come in so handy twenty-five years after I learned it?), but it didn't require any prep on my part. Now I have to find all the D&D notes I put away before the holidays and try to remember just what the hell I'd come up with next for my players. My memory is terrible as it is, so a two-month-plus gap is going to wreak havoc with my story-weaving skills. :P

Oh well, I will muddle through. I always do.

So, that's that. Literally nothing new to report. Maybe I'll have something more interesting by later this week.
mousme: Two open books, one lying on top of the other at an angle (Books)
We spent half of today's training literally going over which forms we need to fill out in specific instances in order to perform our new functions (as defined by the training). It was riveting. :P I wish I could say more, but given the level of secrecy at which I work, I have to keep it really vague. Oh well, it's not like you're missing anything truly riveting.

The upside is that I discovered one of my classmates is into D&D. I kind of had a feeling she might be a fellow geek when she walked in (is there such a thing as geek-dar?), but today confirmed it when she mentioned she runs a game night every Wednesday for a huge group, along with four other DMs. It sounds like a really great thing, since it's a community activity and includes a lot of people with various physical and mental disabilities. Anyway, we had a really nice, productive chat about gaming and DMing in particular, and she put me onto a Facebook group of local DMs, which looks promising, if maybe not super active.

At the very least, I may have found myself a new nerd buddy in Ottawa! \o/

Tomorrow is my last day of training. There will be more forms to study, more technical stuff I'm not allowed to discuss in public, then an exam so I can get certified in the thing I'm not allowed to discuss in public. Friday has been set aside for writing purposes, as Capricornucopia is around the corner. I hope I can get it all written in time. I'm out of practice with writing, having not done any serious writing in months. Luckily, Capricornucopia doesn't require "serious" writing, but it still requires writing. I have some ideas, so now I just have to find a way to make them all coalesce.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (CritRole)
I got home yesterday and, knowing Critical Role was starting around 22:00 (it airs at 19:00 Pacific), I decided a nap was in order. Due to landlady shenanigans and other, less vital things, I didn't get enough sleep the previous two nights, and Critical Role often keeps me up well past 1:00. So I curled up for a nap, and slept right up until 21:50. Not quite my intent, but I definitely needed the sleep, and then CritRole ended up lasting until nearly 3:00, so it worked out for the best.

It also means I didn't write the promised post, but never fear, here it is now!

Okay, again, for the new people, there is something you should know about me:


Hi, my name is Phnee*, and I am a giant geek. :)
A brief history of Phnee and roleplaying )
Excited rambling about Critical Role behind the cut )


*"Phnee" is the nickname given to me by [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave many years ago, since I dislike having my real name, "Daphne," shortened to "Daph." So picking the last syllable of my name instead seemed like a good compromise.

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Random Sentences)
Hello, and welcome to the new people from the friending meme! I am trying to be better about posting. We shall see how long my good intentions last! This is a really nice road I'm paving, I wonder where it leads? ;)

I had a bit of a day today. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't anything terrible, but it felt unnecessarily stressful. My current landlady and I have a bit of a fraught relationship. She's a hot-tempered Italian lady who runs a hair salon. She favours long fake nails, platinum blonde hair, skin-tight white jeans, and an enormous white SUV. Now, I'm not usually one to make a big deal over cultural differences (I will totally cop to being a snob, but I'm a self-aware snob, at least), but I think it illustrates where we have trouble communicating. She tends to perceive a problem and immediately fly off the handle and threatens to evict me (always over voicemail), and then once we've actually spoken in person she calms right down again, because it's never as dire as she assumed it was. This has happened three times now, and each time, once I've seen her face to face, she climbs down off the ledge she's on and apologizes for pitching a fit. It's exhausting.

Anyway, today wasn't a threaten-to-evict-me day, at least. Instead, she called at 16:00 to tell me that she'd hired people to come clean out the air vents, and they were coming at 17:00. Yeah. That's right. One hour later. Actually, she first said they'd be there between 17:00 and 21:00. We had the following exchange:

Landlady: "They're going to be there between 5pm and 9pm."

Me: "I'm working tomorrow, [Landlady]. On work nights I'm usually in bed by 8pm, because I have to get up early."

Landlady: "Oh, GOOD, you'll be home, then!"

Me: "..."

Me: "No, [Landlady], what I meant was, I'm home at that time, but I'm usually asleep."

Landlady: *breezily* "Oh, well, they'll probably be there at 5 anyway."


As it turned out, they arrived at 16:40. Now, new people to this LJ will not be aware that I am, to put it mildly, a terrible housekeeper. Combine that with working long shifts, as well as four cats and a dog, and you may not be surprised to learn that my house is, on a regular basis, a disaster area. Today was not an exception to that, and so I did a bit of a mad scramble to get things moderately presentable so that the workmen could come in and access all the air vents and registers.

The noise terrified all the pets, to the point I had to bring the dog outside so he'd stop freaking out. Two of the cats hid under the shelves in the pantry, one hid on top of a bookcase, and another under my bed. Poor kitties. Then my landlady informed me that ANOTHER crew was coming for furnace maintenance, "between 6pm and 10pm." I showed great restraint and didn't lunge at her throat. Feel free to drop off cookies in this handy container here. *puts box out*

Anyway, the furnace guy actually arrived at 19:30, and was gone an hour later, so it wasn't too terrible. It's now way past my bedtime, but I'm all cranked up from running around after workmen, so I'm trying to wind down by writing an LJ entry. Could be worse.

I got more work done on the garden today, in more exciting news. I obtained some cucumber seedlings and took them, the dog, and some gardening supplies to the community garden. I had spotted a (rather expensive) planter at Costco yesterday, and decided to acquire it today, but it was sold out when I got there, much to my disappointment. At least it saved me some money. So now, unless I decide to squeeze in some herbs, my community plot is completely planted. Time to sit back, water and weed occasionally, then reap the rewards! The tomato seedlings seem to have borne up well overnight, too, which is a good sign. Here's hoping the cucumber holds up as well!

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(As someone else said, my potted husky is flowering beautifully!)

I repotted all the mint into a planter on my patio, but ran out of energy before I could get to the basil, thyme, rosemary, and remaining tomatoes. Even if I'd had the energy, it was soon after that my landlady called and set the furnace adventures into motion. I was going to try to get the rest done tomorrow after work, but I just got reminded that I volunteered to help clear out the garden at the Quaker meetinghouse tomorrow evening already. Whoops! Guess it may have to wait an extra day. I'll water the seedlings well and hope they can tough out another day or so.

Someone remind me that, in the next few days, I should talk about D&D! I started watching an online stream/show on Twitch called "Critical Role," which is literally a livestream of a D&D campaign. You know how, very often, watching other people roleplay if you're not in the game is super boring? This show is the exception to that rule! It helps that it's run and played by professional voice actors. I love the show so much that it actually inspired me to get back into D&D and roleplaying, and then somehow some of my Twitter friends ganged up on me and now I'm actually running a game for them. We've had two sessions so far, and I'm pleased to report that, fourteen years after I ran my last game, I no longer suck as a DM. I'm still learning the ropes, but I've figured out a bit of the mental flexibility required to juggle plot lines and the like.

In short, remind me to go into detail about this later on! I mean, most of you may find it boring, but I know for a fact that a few of you are gamers, and therefore I need yell at you about how awesome Critical Role is. ;)

On that note, I should head to bed. Sleep is a precious commodity around these parts.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Death by shinies!)
Elizabeth Peters is an evil, evil woman. The more I read, the more I want. I got my hands on a copy of "The Falcon At the Portal" and it just about broke my heart in twelve separate pieces. Wah! Nefret! Wah! Ramses! Waaaaaaah!

:::gets stabbed repeatedly in heart by cruel, merciless author:::

I can't begin to imagine how hard it must have been for her to do that to her characters. [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter is entirely to blame for my current heartbreak: she introduced me to the series.


In other news, work is work. I have so many things going on these days that I have no time at all to post about them, and more stuff is piling itself on top of that, and yet I still have to wedge sleep in there somewhere. Sleep-deprived!Phnee is not a fun Phnee, let me tell you.

Let's make a grocery list of stuff that's taking place in Phnee's existence these days:

This got long... )

Anyway, that's what I'm up to these days (and in the near future). I had a lovely chat on the phone with [livejournal.com profile] joane and [livejournal.com profile] shenlo later on. I looked up their number on canada411.com, since for some reason I didn't have it. I'm not much of a phone person as a rule, but I thought it was high time we have a voice-to-voice conversation as opposed to just an online chat. Not that those aren't a great way of communicating, but sometimes it's nice to hear people's voices on the other end of the line. Also, I got to squee in person about Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic, which is all to the good. :)

Now I'm going to bed. Might post a poll about the aforementioned filter first, but then definitely bed. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Baah!)
So, here's what I would be (according to one website, anyway) if I was to have a race and class in D&D:

Cut for sanitation purposes )

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