mousme: A text icon, white text on green, that reads Zathras trained in crisis management (Crisis Management)
I am up a little earlier than usual. I must have been tired yesterday, because the hotel didn't seem as loud then. Today, however, I have been awoken by the sound of KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK "HOUSEKEEPING!" on what sounds like every single door on my floor except for mine. They are being nice and professional and respecting my "Do Not Disturb" sign, but the walls here are apparently paper-thin. I can hear everything going on in the other rooms (though it's muffled) and everything that goes on in the hallways as though the people there are standing in my room. It's making sleep somewhat of a challenge.

On the plus side, it means I was able to get up earlier than usual and try to catch up on my LJ posts.

Today is Friday the 13th. It's also a full moon, and it happens to be Prom Night here in Moncton. Oh, and did I mention Mercury is retrograde? /o\ I am not usually a superstitious person, but for some reason these factors really do seem to affect the type and the volume of calls that we get at work. So now that I'll be working 911 tonight, it's going to be a gong show.

In theory I am supposed to come home on Monday, but last night there was talk of extending my stay by a week, supposing I am deemed "releasable" from my post in Ottawa. Knowing my boss and my boss' boss, they likely won't say no unless they're really short-staffed. So that will mean a bit of mad scrambling to get everything done at home long-distance. I don't mind doing my part, of course. Not in the slightest. It's just making everything a little bit harder to manage.

In all the mad rush to get to Moncton, I forgot I had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday. I got awoken by them ringing my cell phone to let me know that "just this once" they wouldn't charge me for not showing up. I explained that I was RCMP and that I'd been deployed to Moncton very last-minute, and apologised for the inconvenience.

"Normally we only accept cancellations if there's an emergency," the receptionist said, in the snottiest tone possible. "But Dr. C. said we'd make an exception for you."

I boggled. "It was an emergency," I pointed out. "Three men died."

"Fine. Do you want to book a new appointment now?"

"I'll have to call you back when I know my schedule."

Yeah. I was nonplussed. It was definitely my fault for not calling 24 hours ahead, but I am used to a little bit more civility from people, especially on this subject.

All right. Looking at the clock, I should have time for at least one of my June Writing posts. With any luck I'll be able to write them both today.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Get all that?)
This isn't even one of those times when I thought "Ugh, I'm tired, maybe I'll just post another day." I have not had more than thirty minutes to myself at a stretch since... um... *thinks* I think last week, maybe? Possibly? I don't quite remember. In order to get a proper LJ entry done, I generally need a minimum of thirty minutes, and those entries are usually not particularly long or in-depth.

My life for the past two and a half days )

I made it

May. 16th, 2014 09:05 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sisyphus)
*falls over*

I made a heroic attempt to shorten my planned amount of sleep to two hours, and failed miserably. I just could not physically drag myself out of bed. So I ended up sleeping the full four hours I'd originally given myself, but the net result was that I felt like I was in a mad rush the entire time I was in Ottawa.

I realised while I was there that, because I had my tires in the car, I wouldn't have enough room to fit 60 square feet of paving slabs in the trunk of my car. My Yaris might well be nicknamed the TARDIS, but even she can't hold four tires and 60 s.f. of concrete. If I had a pickup truck, it would be a different story. So I reluctantly abandoned my plan to pick up the paving slabs while I was still in Ottawa, ran the rest of my errands, and headed back toward L'Ile Perrot.

I arrived with half an hour to spare before my appointment to get my tires changed. This worked out in my favour, since they happily took me in early. I spoke with Otto from the Auto Service department—I know!—who was cheerful, polite and helpful the entire time. I was overdue for an oil change, so he offered to have that done at the same time, and I jumped at the chance. The fewer stops I have to make running errands, the happier I am.

I got a few more errands done while I was there. I bought a new hose, since our old one is full of kinks and has been limping along for years now, aided by duct tape. It's more duct tape than hose at this point, and the last time I used it I saw that it had sprung several new leaks in the interim. I had been planning on getting a nozzle for it anyway, but I was utterly fed up with trying to make the hose function properly, so I found one on sale today, along with a brand new nozzle, and am quite pleased with my newest acquisitions.

I stopped for a hot chocolate at a nearby coffee shop (I am still trying to be caffeine-free), and while I was there [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter texted me to let me know that Réno Dépot had called about my online request for an estimate to build a fence. I must say, I was quite impressed. The guy was courteous and professional and gave me a ballpark quote right over the phone, with the caveat that someone would have to come out and see the lay of the land before a final estimate was done. He'll be sending it to me in writing via email over the weekend, and I'm supposed to go in on Monday to discuss specifics. Home Depot, on the other hand, has yet to get back to me after two requests for a quote (one online, one in person last week), and they insist that they'll only install a minimum of 70 feet of fence, whereas Réno didn't bat an eye when I said I only needed about 50 feet of fence. Clearly, Home Depot doesn't want my business.

After my call was done I returned to fetch the car, only to be met with semi-bad news. Apparently the poor GSVCO is in need of a new shaft and some TLC for the brakes. No big emergencies, but things I'll want to get seen to within a few weeks lest they become actual emergencies. *sigh* I kind of feel like I'm haemorrhaging money these days. Still, I got my tires and my oil changed, and the car is purring along beautifully in the interim.

I got home and unpacked the milk and tissues I'd bought (we were pretty much out of both), stacked the winter tires in the basement, and hopped in the shower. I was hoping to be done by the time [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and Bean came home, but that wasn't the case, alas. I was still abluting by the time they came in, but was done shortly thereafter. I'd aimed for a short shower, and managed one in about ten minutes. Not quite the 3-minute shower I'd been managing in January, but I've found that the new baking soda thing I've been doing with my hair instead of shampoo requires me to rinse more, lest I end up with baking soda in awkward places. I haven't been able to go completely free of anything but water, but I figure washing my hair once a week with baking soda instead of with shampoo every couple of days is still way better for the environment. My hair is still looking the same as it did when I was using regular shampoo, so overall I'm pretty pleased with this experiment.

We had a lovely dinner of homemade pizza, and as it was bucketing rain I gave up on the notion of going out to do yard work tonight. I'm hoping it will dry up a little bit tomorrow so I can get out there for a while in-between the vet visit and a trip to Réno for paving slabs. We're not having the garage sale after all, because it's simply too wet out there. We'd be up to our ears in mud, which is fine for yard work but not great for a garage sale. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and her father will be trying to have the sale on Sunday, instead, if the weather holds, as we're meant to have a higher dance of rain on Monday.

Silly weather, interfering with my gardening plans.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Cone sold stober)
Had a great night with [livejournal.com profile] sultrysong yesterday, even though we both ended up going to bed much later than intended. By the time I turned out my lights it was nearly 1:00, and I didn't manage to sleep past 9:00 this morning. So, yeah, eight hours of sleep, but that's going to translate to 4 hours of sleep per day when spread out over the course of last night and tonight. *sigh*

Still, it was worth every minute. We ordered pizza, had a beer (only one, in spite of what my icon might imply!), and since she's on a business trip we got to claim it as an expense. The only thing better than beer is free beer, am I right? We spent the entire time chatting and catching up on our lives, and had a grand time.

I am not looking forward to the next few days, though. I have an appointment to get my tires changed on Friday, which means I'll only get about three hours of sleep then, and then I have to drive back to Ottawa on Saturday evening for an overtime shift on Sunday. Don't get me wrong, the extra money will be great, but there's going to be very little sleep for me in the foreseeable future.

I haven't heard back from Home Depot yet about getting an estimate for the new fence, so if there's nothing by tomorrow I'm going to call them and hassle them a bit. I really want to get that fence up ASAP. I'm hoping to get the yard completely cleared this weekend. I don't know how long the tire change will take on Friday (I'm guessing about an hour and a half to two hours), which will put me at home around 17:00. If I play my cards right I'll still have some daylight hours after dinner, and there should also be some time on Saturday for that sort of work. Of course, we're having a garage sale on Saturday if the weather permits, so I'm going to have to juggle that at the same time. At least this year Bean is unlikely to need to be brought to the ER during the garage sale. :P

I'm quite sure I had more to say than this, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. So I guess I'll leave this entry as it is. I can always come back and update again later, right?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Friendly (Ratatouille))
I had dinner yesterday with [livejournal.com profile] guruwench and her "hunny N" as she calls him. I'd forgotten to post last week about my breakfast with her and [livejournal.com profile] le_maistre_e, and was subsequently thwarted for days by my lack of a functioning computer. Still, it was a lovely breakfast, and it served to remind me that I actually have friends who live in this city with whom I can socialise! It was very exciting.

So last night after work I hied myself over there, and proceeded to snorgle all their cats (except for Kira, who was not overly pleased at the new invasive human in her home). N made a delicious jambalaya, [livejournal.com profile] guruwench made an equally delicious berry crumble for dessert, and we spent over four hours talking about cats and geeky things and work and cooking. N has promised me his recipe for jambalaya, and this is very exciting indeed.

After last night's dessert-y indulgence, I am back to the yummy salads I prepared for myself. I discovered this evening, much to my dismay, that my cunning plan of pre-chopping and pre-packing veggies for my snacks is not a great plan. My cucumbers went horrifically mushy. I think it's that I tried putting them all in sandwich bags ahead of time. Next week I'll pre-chop but keep them in Tupperware so they don't, um, disintegrate. :P So right now I'm uncomfortably hungry, because it's not quite dinnertime yet. If I eat my food too early, I'll be hungry later, and being hungry at 03:00 is way worse than being hungry at 21:00.

The plan is to look up some more creative salad recipes for next week. I'm not the type of person to get bored of eating the same thing over and over again, but I think a little variety will do me good, especially in the nutrition department. I want to try new and different and hopefully inexpensive things. Experiment a little. Or a lot. So that'll be on the menu for this weekend (both figuratively and literally!).

I didn't go walking either yesterday or today, partly to give my ankles a break. They have not been overly happy with me for the sudden burst in activity of late. Today's lack of a walk was also partly because of inertia and tiredness and procrastination. I did do those 10 minutes of yoga I've been threatening to do for days, though, so I feel pretty good about that. My conclusion so far is that I am in terrible shape. Even 10 minutes of very basic yoga poses made me work for it, though it was definitely doable. It was a little more difficult because I kept having to move out of position to see the video in order to figure out how I was supposed to be positioned. Practise should help with that, at least. I'm hoping to get to a proper 30-minute routine by the end of the month.

Unfortunately I had some errands to run today, so I wasn't able to do the sleep-until-I-can't-sleep-anymore thing that I try to do on the transition day between day shift and night shift. It's the only time I can really try to make up for the sleep deficit I constantly live with. On a good day when I'm working I can manage my full eight hours. Usually it's closer to six. When I work night shifts I average about five hours of sleep, but it tends to be very broken because my room is very bright and my landlords tend to be very loud when they're home. On my transition day I sleep about 10-11 hours, but that's because I don't sleep before my night shift, so it averages out to about 5 hours a night. I generally get 7-8 hours when I'm home in Montreal, but that's only because I don't get up at the same time as [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and Bean, who are usually up at 06:00, or whenever Bean decides it's "sunny time." Last week I started getting myself up earlier, but the earliest I managed was 06:20, which was still long after [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter got up (though Bean slept until nearly 07:00 that morning!). So this week I am going to try harder to train myself to get up when it starts getting light out. Hopefully that won't backfire on me when I need to sleep during the day on my night shifts.

Honestly, these days I find myself almost wishing I suffered from insomnia, because at least then I'd get stuff done instead of sleeping. Almost. The thing is, I love sleep a lot. If I could get more of it, I would, but what I need to do is require less of it. All my life I've been the type of person who needs about 9 hours of sleep a night to feel properly rested and be a fully functional human being. These days, though, I need to be the type of person who not only gets by, but thrives on four hours of sleep per night. I've been resisting setting an alarm, because I'm paranoid that it'll go off and wake [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter on the one day that Bean decides to sleep in, but without an alarm I seem to be physically unable to get myself out of bed. I don't suppose anyone has a trick they use to wake themselves without an alarm?

So that's the daily report on me. Riveting, n'est-ce-pas? Now I have to get back to work. Maybe next time I'll tell you all about the new TV shows I've been watching, if you're lucky. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Meer!)
Sorry, been AFK for a few days. Since Sunday, at the very least. It's been a bit of a busy week, what with Easter and Bean having the Gastro That Would Not Go Away, though [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is the one who ended up dealing with the latter for the better part of the week, as I had to head back to Ottawa for work on Tuesday afternoon. I suppose that, aside from that, it hasn't been much busier than usual, though it felt that way.

Cut for complaining )

Food! And also nutrition! And general health stuff! )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Deeper than swords)
Work has been stupidly busy lately. We had a fairly serious incident tonight, which alas I can't divulge, but it kept me hopping for a good six hours. It could have been much worse, of course, so I'm glad for that, but it didn't make for a quiet night shift. Now I barely have four hours left and I still have all my regular work to do.

*falls over*

In other news, I am still tired. You know how some people say they don't remember ever not feeling tired? That's not actually the case with me. I remember a time when I didn't constantly feel like I was on the verge of collapse, but that was well over a year ago. My job has always been demanding, and during the winter of 2008-2009 I worked so many hours that by the end I looked like someone had punched me in both eyes.

This is not the same situation, of course. I'm not working much overtime at all, but there's a lot more commuting involved in my life, and unlike before I can't just take one of my days off to just sit back and watch movies or read books or something. There's always a million things to be done when you're not single anymore, and I can't justify taking time for myself when I could be cleaning or running errands or something.

Part of me is pretty sure I can't be as tired as I think I am. I am trying to figure out if I'm just imagining this, or malingering, or at least blowing this all out of proportion, but the internet has been unhelpful, and I won't be getting my test results back from the doctor for quite some time. The internet mostly seems interested in determining whether other people are malingering, which is not what I want. The one questionnaire I found resulted in a "yes" answer no matter what information I entered, because the end conveniently linked me to the websites pay-per-use psychiatry consultation services. I think that there might be some bias there. :P

Anyway, I am looking forward to a long weekend at home. It's Easter Weekend, and I'll be seeing my parents on Saturday and hopefully spending all of Sunday at home watching Bean hunt for Easter eggs. Because of the overtime and Bean's birthday (which meant switching shifts around like crazy) I haven't actually been home as much in the past few weeks, and I'm looking forward to some "down" time. By which I mean, "time not spent in Ottawa," since there's very little that qualifies as "down" about my life these days. Like I said before, the days of being able to take a day to recover from work are long since past. It's not a bad trade-off, just one that's taking some getting used to.
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!)
I got to go to my writer's grip meeting yesterday for the first time in months. I think the last time I managed to go to a meeting was September, because my work schedule is jacked and doesn't let me have nice things. There was a brief glitch as I forgot they changed venues, so I was comfortably ensconced at Chapters in Pointe Claire when I remembered I actually needed to be in Central Station downtown. Whoops. Luckily it's a short drive without traffic, so I didn't get there too late.

It was great to get to talk to actual people who weren't my coworkers or my girlfriend. Not that I don't love chatting with [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter (let's be fair, I don't care if I talk to my coworkers or not), but she makes allowances for things and so I've mostly forgotten what normal human interaction is like. I keep forgetting myself and talking over people because I have so many things to say, you don't even know, and I'm a little worried that most of what comes out of my mouth these days is either inane or really inappropriate or both. /o\ Luckily no one seemed to think I'd grown an extra head yesterday, so I'm taking it as a win.

I also stopped by my old office to see my friend [livejournal.com profile] bullonir and get the comic books he'd picked up for me. I have the entire run of Hawkeye to read now, which I'm really looking forward to. I've not been reading my comics of late, mostly because I don't have time to read at all. I can usually squeeze in about two pages of a novel before bed these days, on a good night. Otherwise, no reading. I plan on trying to change that in the near future, as I do very much enjoy comic books and would like to actually read the ones I have in my possession.

As a result, I only got home at about 1am. The cats kept me awake for another half hour, after which I managed to doze off on the sofa (which is where I sleep when I get home stupidly late, as I'm trying not to disturb anyone). At 3am, Bean started screaming and calling out, so I spent the next hour or so trying to get him to settle back to sleep. He's been under the weather, though at first it didn't appear that he wasn't feeling well. He complained that he'd lost Malik Mollum (his plush Ikea doll), so I found the renegade doll at the foot of the bed and put it back in Bean's arm. Then later he told me something was "weird" with his ear, and from what I could make out it sounded as though he'd slept on it funny rather than it being an ear infection, especially as he wasn't running a fever of any kind. Then after that he complained that his pyjama pants had come unzipped, and that he wanted to take them off and go to the bathroom, because his diaper was wet (it was). There ensued a very confused explanation that he couldn't put the diaper in the laundry hamper because it wasn't in his room anymore (not the case, it was actually right there, but I think he was still half asleep). By then it was 4am and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter woke up and took over, and I was able to go to bed again. Bean continued to fuss and call out until 5am, until [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter ended up staying in his room with him, and even after that he continued to fuss, though a lot more quietly. I finally fell asleep again around 6:30 and awoke for the last time at 7:30.

The two of them left around noon to go visit Pake in Cornwall, leaving me to my own devices. So I've done laundry (well, I'm still doing laundry) and puttered, and tried unsuccessfully to nap. Apparently my body thinks that 2.5 hours of sleep is more than enough, especially since I an hour of sleep from Tuesday to Wednesday, too. Twelve hours of sleep in five days is plenty, according to my body. *grumbles*

Tonight is my monthly (sort of) Numenera game, and I'm looking forward to yet another day of adult interaction. Two in a row! It's madness, I tell you!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Bookshop)
How is the time going by so quickly? I swear, it feels like it was Christmas yesterday.

Because I'd been sent on training courses the past two weeks, it's actually been a while since I worked a full night shift, and so it's sort of kicking my ass this time around. It's a little frightening how quickly I readjust to a daytime schedule. I am not a night owl, never have been. I enjoy going to bed by 22:00 (23:00 at the latest) and getting up around 07:00. That's what my body does naturally, after a few weeks of time off. I don't need an alarm, that's the way my circadian rhythms roll. Of course, this almost never happens, because I rarely have time off, and when I do it's not long enough for my body to reset completely, so unless I set an alarm (or Bean wakes me, or whatever), then I can easily sleep in way past 07:00.

I got a bit of writing done last night, which was nice. It wasn't on any of my current projects, but it was nice to at least get some fiction down on the screen. Perhaps tonight, if work remains quiet, I'll actually manage to work on one of my big projects for the year. It'd be nice to produce something I can get paid for at some point. This month, due to money that we're expecting not coming in for a while yet, things are very very tight. Tight to the point of making me worry if I'll have enough money for gas to get back to Montreal on Monday.

I tried doing the 2nd job thing last year, but as it turns out my memory of hating everything about translating was completely accurate. Much like the last time I did it for a living, it ratcheted up my anxiety to near-unbearable levels. So, that's out. I'm at a loss of what I can do to earn extra income (aside from writing, because while I know it CAN be a source of income, I'm a long ways away from getting anything published. I'd have to finish one of my projects, for one thing), because translation is essentially my one other marketable skill. I do know how to edit & proofread, but I have no formal training and no background to speak of (beta-ing fanfiction doesn't count, pretty sure).

If I worked a different kind of job, I could take on part-time work somewhere. Working a retail/service job would be fine, for what I need. The problem is that my schedule simply won't allow for that. I'd never be able to give my second boss a clear idea of when I'd be available. Also, I'd never be reliably free on nights or weekends, which is when a lot of part-time jobs want people to work. Argh.

Right, moving on.

In unrelated but hilarious news, J. K. Rowling, who refuses to shut up and let her art be art, has come on record as saying she now regrets putting Hermione and Ron together, stating that she did it for personal reasons at the time, but that now "distance has given [her] perspective," and she thinks they're terrible for each other. The internet has re-exploded back into Harry/Hermione vs Ron/Hermione ship wars, seven years later, and mostly I think someone should shove Rowling into a cupboard until she can learn to hold her tongue. I say this with love, and as someone who never had a pony in this particular race. My own love for Harry Potter fell very much in the gen. category, and while the Harry/Ginny thing felt forced, I never much cared one way or another.

A Twitter friend suggested taking Harry Potter away from her now, like taking a drunk's car keys away before they hurt themselves.

"I'm not done."

"We think you've had enough."

"But the relationship between--"

"No. C'mon, let's go let's get you home. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I SHOULD'VE DONE IT DIFFERENTLY!"

"Shh, it's okay, just a few more stairs."

*J.K. Rowling throws up more opinions on the carpet before being put to 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. (Tut-Kat-Amen)
I have missed knitting, and it seems to be one of the things I can do during my night shifts that won't be too intrusive when it comes to actual work. Mostly my night shifts are tranquil things, but when they get busy they get extremely busy, so it has to be something I can put down quickly and not worry about getting interrupted.

I'm thinking of doing a project for myself, which is a rare thing. Usually I knit for other people. But I've been looking all over for some suitable sweater vests for work, and I'm coming up blank. They are few and far-between in my size, it seems. Apparently if you're a plus size, you don't get to wear sweater vests. They are only for thin people. :P

I've found a pattern I like on Ravelry, though I shall have to buy it for $2.00 or so off Knitpicks. I'm not complaining, though. It looks beautiful, and that's less than I've paid for some iPhone apps. I may also get the yarn off Knitpicks as well, since it's pretty specific, but after that, if I want to make more, I'll hunt around for less expensive yarn. Overall, it's an expensive project, even if I can get it with free shipping. The sizing on this pattern does seem to include my size, from what I can see, so that's good.

Other things that I can do on night shifts, when my concentration (and work itself!) allows for it, is to read. I haven't had the time, the energy, and most importantly the focus to truly read of late. I think I read a handful of books last year, and the years before that. Partially the internet served as a distraction, partially for a while I was writing every spare moment I got, which meant no reading, but in the last year it's been more of a no time/no focus problem rather than anything else.

So I've set myself a lowball goal of reading 25 books this year, and set it up on Goodreads. (My username there is ratherastory, if anyone is interested) I like the site, and I've found some interesting recommendations there as I've started using it more. I'm keeping track of my reading as best I can, and with any luck that, too, will improve this year.

And no, don't worry, I'm not going to read when I should be doing family stuff or running errands. I'm not going to use it to procrastinate. The reading will be scheduled into the "me" time of the unschedule, and/or squeezed in during my down time at work and on lunch breaks. I can also read when I'm waiting in line for things, or in waiting rooms before appointments. Same goes for knitting.

Speaking of time and saving time, I've been trying to perfect the art of the Navy shower. I've managed to get myself down to 4 minutes and 15 seconds, but my goal is to get it under 3 minutes. When that's done, I need to work out how to whittle my shower/dressed/made up routine to under 20 minutes. Right now I'm managing a little over 30, which is okay but not great, and doesn't include the times when I have to blow-dry my hair. My hair is very thick and takes forever to dry, even with a blow-dryer. So I've mostly been letting it air dry, but that's a bit of a problem on very cold days like the ones we've had.

I'm trying to motivate myself with the notion that, if I'm not by myself, or if it's right before I start my workday, then that time isn't mine. So in order not to waste other people's time, I need to be more efficient. The longer I spend in the bathroom/shower/whatever, the more of other people's time I'm wasting, which is a big no-no. The way I see it, my brain doesn't really care about me, but it does care about not letting others down. So if I frame it as being about other people instead of being about me, then my brain kicks into gear and makes me get down to business. It's the same for getting up on time, either when my alarm goes off (on workdays) or when the rest of the household gets up (on my days off). Sleeping in means I'm taking up time that doesn't belong to me. The time that is mine is already set in the "unschedule," so all other time that's not scheduled sleeping time doesn't count as mine.

IDK, this makes a lot more sense in my head.

Oog.

Dec. 29th, 2013 08:25 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Human Speech (2))
Had a lovely gaming night last night, but as a result was up until 1am, when my usual bedtime on an off night is usual more like 10pm. Got home and slept on the sofa so as not to wake [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter, but she ended up sleeping badly anyway, which sucks. I didn't sleep especially well either, as I'm always subconsciously worried about falling off the sofa when I'm asleep and tend to wake up every 30 minutes to an hour when I do that.

I am feeling the effects of yesterday's shovelling, too, probably unaided by the time spent on the sofa. Had weird dreams about my family and my godparents visiting at or around Christmas and each wanting to avoid the others because they'd had a falling out which no one would explain to me. It was a bit distressing.

I didn't end up making a proper plan for today, so I'm feeling useless and stupid. I still have a list of things to do while I'm home, so I will try to get myself set up to do more tidying in the bedroom, take the dog for a walk, and maybe go to Costco today instead of tomorrow the way I'd originally planned. I'll discuss it with [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and see what she thinks.

Yesterday I cleaned the coffee pot as it's been leaking and doing other worrisome things. It's very clean now but it appears to still be leaking somewhat. I am at a loss as to what I can do differently so as not to have small puddles of coffee at the base of the pot. :/ The bathroom and kitchen are clean, at least, and I did get most of the shovelling done. I should try to get out on the balcony again, but I think I missed my window of slightly warmer weather in which shovelling would be easier. I'm just praying for not as much snow for the next week so that we'll have time to breathe in-between snowfalls. I also got salt/de-icing stuff from Canadian Tire which will hopefully help keep the front stoop clear.

I was listening to the iProcrastinate podcast yesterday, and apparently there's an Excel spreadsheet made by someone in the North of England to help with the "un-schedule." I'm going to try to find it and see if it works for me. Thus far I've been jotting it down on paper in list form, but I find that system a little inflexible for the inevitable moment in which I remember three things I've forgotten to put into the schedule. I seem to end up with a lot of arrows and asterisks.

Okay. I've done the cat litter and made coffee, so my morning isn't a total failure, but I'm not really doing as much as I should (mostly because I've tried to squeeze in this LJ update). I need to take the dog out and maybe get in a shower before getting dressed, and then try to be more productive. I feel like I'm being lazy.

Bean is getting help putting all his new Playmobile (or "Playmobimol" as he calls it) together. He sounds very excited. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Permanent Intolerable Uncertainty)
I'm not sure it's worth updating if I feel as though I have nothing to say, but then that's the kind of thinking that made me stop posting to LiveJournal completely, so maybe I will blather on witlessly for a while.

Tomorrow I shall make a quick Christmas recap post. For some reason, on the computer at work, the LiveJournal interface is absolute crap no matter which browser I use. I get weird overlapping white windows that prevent me from seeing drop-down menus (like for selecting a mood or a userpic) and the tag selection box, and whenever I try to add in pictures it doesn't show me the code at all. So I'm at once perplexed and annoyed and have no idea how to fix it. At least on my own computer these things don't happen. So tomorrow there will be a more picture-ful entry with details about Christmas.

Overall we had a great day yesterday. I was up first at 7:00 in order to take a shower, and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter got up at the same time. Bean was up 15 minutes later, so she was able to capture his reaction to the Christmas tree and all the presents on film. The morning was spent very pleasantly opening presents, and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter's father showed up around 9:30 or 10:00 to make the gathering complete. Unfortunately I had to leave for work by 1pm, but the morning made it well worth it. I'm just sad I wasn't able to stay longer to watch Bean play with his new toys.

Work, thankfully enough, has been pretty quiet. I've been finishing up the Soopar Seekrit Prodgikt, which, as some of you know, was the 4th Doctor's scarf, which I was making for [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter for Christmas. I'm busily weaving in ends, and once that's done I need to attach the tassels. This has to be by far the longest project I've ever worked on, including the Baby Blanket of Doom of 2009. Thus far, because I am a slow knitter, I think I've put about 70 hours of work into this thing.

Boring planning stuff behind the cut )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Train Wreck)
I am having a morning that is filled with "Woe, I am failing at everything in life!"

This is probably due to the fact that I've had less than four hours of sleep. Combined with the bad sleep from yesterday and the almost no sleep from the night before, I'm guessing the cumulative effects are being hard on my psyche.

Yes, I know, cry moar, Phnee.

The project isn't finished. Still going to try to finish it in time. I'll probably end up working on it tonight after everyone is in bed, given the rate at which it's been going. I'm only going to get home around 8:00pm anyway, since I finish work at 6:00pm and have to drive back to Montreal. That'll give me just enough time to put away my things, put tags on the presents, and get back to work on the project.

I need a time-turner. Hermione was totally off-base with how she used hers. The proper use for a time-turner is to get infinite amounts of sleep. :P
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Paranoid)
Work looks to be busy today, so this is a fly-by post.

I am very, very tired. Spent the night before last up with a sick Bean for about an hour, and slept very poorly the rest of the time. Ended up getting up at 6am to work on the Soopar Seekrit Prodgikt, then made breakfast, got dressed and went outside to shovel. Finished shovelling, came back in to pack and have lunch, then left for Ottawa for work in the sleet and snow and slush, which added an extra hour or so to my travel time. Good thing the neighbour bailed me out with his snowblower--the snow removal company came about five hours after I called to tell them I needed to leave at noon (they came around 4pm, I was told). I am not overly impressed, given that the girl I talked to gave me the impression she would be sending someone quite soon. I guess our definitions of "soon" differ considerably.

Got the rest of my shopping done (groceries and a couple of last-minute Christmas additions) in spite of holiday crowds and very cranky people. I went out of my way to be extra nice to the cashiers and other store employees because this must be the very worst time of the year for them, and I figured they could use at least one customer who wasn't being a tool, even though I was feeling quite out of sorts.

Got home, had a quick dinner, then realised I had forgotten the power cable to the laptop in Montreal, as previously stated. So I decided "fuck it" and went to bed at eight. Since I get up at 4am to go to work, that gets me eight hours of sleep. I slept badly again, though not as badly as the night before. Apparently the days when I used to be able to sleep well are gone, vanished practically overnight. I am sad about this, because I never get enough sleep as it is (due to the nature of my work), so the only thing saving me was the fact that when I did sleep, I got really good quality sleep. I figure now it's only a matter of time before this new facet of sleep deprivation catches up to me and I'll either get really really sick or I'll have some sort of horrible accident because my brain was too fogged to react in time. *sigh*

Yesterday's time-suck of a day meant almost no work on the Soopar Seekrit Prodgikt. I am behind as all hell, and if I have to gift it still on the needles I will cry.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
Right now, I can totally envision taking a nap right under my desk.

Blargh.

Oct. 27th, 2009 08:01 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
I overslept. There's nothing like waking up, looking at your clock, and realizing that it's ten minutes past the time you'd have to leave in order to be on time.

I made it to work in reasonable time, but I am groggy and out of sorts now. Feh.

I really want a coffee.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
I am an idiot.

I know for a fact that in order to function properly I need a minimum of seven hours of sleep a night, preferably eight, and even better if it's nine. What have I been doing all week? Watching too many DVDs, and cutting into my sleeping time.

I have no excuse. I am thirty years old, and I know better.

I overslept this morning and was nearly late to work. It's sheer, unadulterated stupidity, and I have no one to blame but myself.

I went to Hurley's last night, where I was joined by the usual suspects. [livejournal.com profile] sorceror brought a copy of the Eye of Argon, which we then read aloud. Well, the first few pages, anyway. Hilarity ensued, but most of us were tired and headed home before we were able to finish it.

Tonight, come hell or high water, I am going to bed early. I will resist the lure of television. Yes.

I give up.

Oct. 1st, 2009 12:45 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gone Out)
Clearly, my body does NOT want me to get up early these days. St00pid changing of the seasons. The night shift and the overtime aren't helping, of course.

Okay. Busy busy busy. Back later!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
I've been getting up late all week. Not sure why, except that the days are getting colder and shorter, and I've never been a particular fan of this season change. I've always been more tired around this time of year, and I guess this year is no exception.

Had a really intense dream about taking a 911 call in which the only thing I could hear was screaming in the background (note: I don't take 911 calls in my regular job, since the RCMP doesn't have jurisdiction over that in Montreal. This was all my subconscious playing up.). I flagged down my supervisor who was in his office, and said: "[ADD!Supervisor], I need you to trace this call right now. Someone's getting murdered!" I remember thinking in my dream that I should have said "It *sounds* like someone's getting murdered," but I couldn't do anything about it. I tried to get someone's attention through the phone, and I got a young child, who didn't seem to understand what was going on, and wanted to hang up. I kept calling over and over not to hang up the phone, and after that things get a little hazy.

I think that after that the dream kind of switched to where I was more actively involved in the scene, and I'm pretty sure that things weren't as they seemed. There had been violence but no murder, and after that things get very very blurry in my memory. I do know that I ended up in one of my usual dreamscapes of weirdly-designed buildings, going through winding corridors and secret doors and stairs and the like that weren't quite Euclidian in design (Cthulhu! Ftangh!).

Part of me seriously wishes I was able to paint and draw well, because damn would I have fun drawing the weird stuff I dream up. It's always vast, epic scenery when I'm outside, or huge, misshapen buildings when I'm inside, with ceilings that stretch out forever and corridors that wind and twist and lead into even weirder-looking rooms.

It strikes me as odd that I remember the beginning of the dream so vividly, but not the rest. Huh.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
:::Back-dated:::

Today was meant to be productive, but instead I had a very long nap. Oh well. Better luck next time.

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