Leisurely morning stuff

I have the day off. This is a good thing. Of course, working Saturday is *not* a good thing, since I really don't want to miss Marz' play. Am working on finding a solution to that as quickly as possible.

Hopefully someone will want to swap with me, or maybe I can get the day off with no pay or something.

I was up at 7am this morning, semi-voluntarily. I have begun disliking getting up really late, as I feel I'm mostly wasting the day. I like sleeping in, but somehow I get the feeling that I'm missing out on a number of conscious hours that could be put to other (but not necessarily better) uses.

So when I woke up at 7am, instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, I decided to remain awake, and pulled out the copy of "Orlando" that I've been reading. griffen, if you still actually read this LJ, this is a book that I think you'd really like. I haven't finished it yet, so I can't tell you if there are unpleasant surprises at the end (will let you know if there are), but it's about a poet (of sorts) who lives through several centuries. The original part is that Orlando, the title character, lives out the first thirty years of his life as a man, and then becomes a woman for the rest of his/her life. It's by Virginia Woolf, which makes it even better, IMNSHO. ;)

Am now dressed in my ratty pajamas and the cosy slippers Poms gave me just before the debacle in January (hey, they're cosy) and listening to the Beatles, perusing LiveJournal and nibbling on toast with Nutella. Am considering tea. Life is good today.

If all goes well and no one is too busy, I may have lunch with fearsclave and firewillow. I haven't seen either of them since last Wednesday. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of my friends since last Wednesday. I'm such a hermit. *facedesk*

Since I have at least two and a half hours before I have to be anywhere (supposing lunch actually happens), I think I'll wash my hair and perhaps tidy up the apartment a bit. It's in a state of untidiness that makes it rather unfit to have my mother over for tea later, which is the plan. She just got back from China yesterday, her presentation having been fubarred by incompetent nincompoops, and sick as a dog with what appears to be the same cold/flu bug o' death that felled me last week. As usual, it's affected her a lot worse because she's older, not in as good health, and a chain smoker to boot.

I had an evaluation of my calls at work yesterday, and got 84%, which isn't bad considering I was dealing with an irate Torontonian who wanted me to deactivate his phone line right then and there. I didn't get a higher grade because, I swear this is true, I didn't "sound confident enough" with the client on the phone, and because, despite the fact that I asked the client several times whether he was satisfied with my explanations, I didn't ask him at the right point in the call. *sigh* You can't win with these people.

On the plus side, it does mean that my stay in the purgatory that is the staging area of Customer Service may well be coming to an end. I certainly hope so, as all I want to do is get the hell out of that department altogether. As soon as I've finished my six months (which will be in June, IIRC), I'm going to apply to transfer to a different department. In fact, even if it's the clerical department, I don't care. The clerical department may be mind-numbingly boring, but at least I won't have to deal with surly clients and impossible objectives all day long.

Wow. It's nearly ten o'clock. Can't believe I've already been up for nearly three hours. I'm not even up that early on days when I have to go to work. Carpe diem, I guess.

A Candle in the Dark

I wish for peace.


Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's hatred let me bring love
Where there is injury your healing pow'r
And where there's doubt true faith in you.

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness only light
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

O Spirit grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul

Make me a channel of your peace
It is pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Pretty accurate...

Ganked this random link from ropenmind, and at first was amazed that it was so close in certain respects. Then I tried other names for the same astrological sign and was disappointed to get the exact same text each time.

Oh well. It's an inexact science at best.


Bookworm

A very special Capricorn


Bookworm (I used my real name but replaced it for the sake of uniformity in this LJ) is an unsung hero, an undiscovered genius...and an unknown quantity. It is because Bookworm is such an unknown quantity that her heroism goes unsung and her genius undiscovered. Some people will blow their own trumpets from the highest hill even when those trumpets are battered and badly out of tune. Bookworm is rather the opposite. No matter how bright the light inside her shines, she will always find a bushel big enough to hide it under. Bookworm wants to be thought of as stable, steady and solid. She tries her best to do what the world expects of her, she wants to be a trooper - a loyal, reliable, down-to-earth kind of character. In the attempt to give this impression Bookworm strives to be modest, restrained and realistic. She almost succeeds. Through diligent effort Bookworm manages to persuade herself and the rest of the watching world that she is a known quantity. At best she will allow herself to be known for her talent in one particular area or for her courage with regard to one particular topic. The trouble is Bookworm is a Capricorn and Capricorns, despite all that some astrologers say, are always unknown quantities.

Deep down inside Bookworm yearns to be wild and crazy, footloose and fancy-free. She wants to break the rules, question convention and court controversy. Only one thing stops her - a little voice in the back of her head that says "Excuse me, who do you think you are? That's not the kind of activity that Bookworm can get away with." If you want to be a true friend to Bookworm you must encourage her to ignore that voice. She will love you for it and she won't need much encouraging. Bookworm was born to be brilliant. She was destined to be daring. One day she will realise this and then...the world had better look out.

You know...

I try really, really hard.

Really, I do.

I just can't get it right all the time. Not even most of the time.

At best, I get it right an average part of the time.

I'm sorry if I screw things up a lot, but it's not for lack of trying, I promise you that.

Well, that's three months of work down the drain

Yes, I'm pissed off. Yes, I'm pissed off about reparo. If you don't want to hear about it, stop here.

( Why this is starting to no longer be fun for me )

Okay, I'm no longer pissed off

I vented, and then I changed all my User Info and wrote a new bio, which never fails to calm me down.

I am now calm, but I'm not looking at any applications for Aparecium until tomorrow, or else I'll just refuse them all, 'cause I'm still a bit cranky and anything could push me over the edge again.

Speaking of pushing people over the edge, looks like Bush has finally got that war he's been angling for for going on two years now. Colour me shocked. Really. No need for a news flash to tell me the world has gone to pot.

I've taken a little white sleeping pill o' death, 'cause I just know otherwise I won't sleep for shit tonight.