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Dec. 7th, 2010
Playing Catch Up
Dec. 7th, 2010 10:47 pmI haven't posted here for a while. The holidays do that to me!
Life has been stressful.
I'm still jobless. Don't really have anything to say on that front, except if I hear one more person say that the reason people are out of work is because they don't want to work, I'm just going to hit them. I think I have that right. And, for the record, immediately saying to me, "I know that's not true for you", won't help you any.
We went down to visit Wil's mom in the middle of last week. It was the only real time off Wil had and we pulled Myr out of school to do it. Kathy has a brain tumor and we don't know how much time she has. My family isn't big on "talking things through" -- hell, I'm not big on talking things through. This isn't a problem, we're not walking bundles of unresolved issues, we just work things out internally before verbalizing them. Or we try to. Mostly, personally, I hate talking about things until I know what I want to talk about.
All of this, though, has triggered Wil's depression. After doing so well these past few months, it's a bad(ish) spell. I hate the feeling of helplessness this brings. There's nothing I can do to help, I know this, and yet I feel that there are a thousand things I can do to make things worse. *headdesk*
Myr is swamped with school. And all the stuff she's doing with school. It's all good, really. But she is a senior and that means that next year is college. And me without a job -- I mentioned that, right? She only wants to go to the UW-Madison, or the UW-Marathon Center if we can't get her to Madtown (which is a frighteningly real possibility). Still, she's having a great senior year, more fun than I ever had in High School. And all the things she's doing outside school proper. She'll do well, whatever happens, I just hate to think that its me who is holding her back.
As for me, I'm having a hard time focusing. I can't seem to motivate myself. Being out of work isn't exactly confidence building. There's only so many "sorry not interested" replies you can get for jobs that you're overqualified for before it starts to eat at you. Yeah, I know, whine, whine. There's a million people who have it worse -- probably including people reading this. So I will stop feeling sorry for myself now.
I have done some writing lately. I was booted off the SPN_LAS, but I did well in both the FOX_LAS and USAnetwork_LAS. I have a bit of fic to post. I've been hanging on to it for no real reason. I'll post some tomorrow.
Christmas is on the verge of happening. The tree is up but the decorations are still in boxes. Tomorrow may be a good time to do that, too. I do focus better when the sun is rising.
There's fandom posts to be made, too. And a Yuletide story to be written. Plus I'm trying to consolidate all our digital media to Wayne Industries (the new external hard drive I have). Then there's a bit of sewing that I haven't been able to get over to my moms to do. Somewhere in there perhaps I find something of real value that I can do.
So is the status of Partly's life.
Life has been stressful.
I'm still jobless. Don't really have anything to say on that front, except if I hear one more person say that the reason people are out of work is because they don't want to work, I'm just going to hit them. I think I have that right. And, for the record, immediately saying to me, "I know that's not true for you", won't help you any.
We went down to visit Wil's mom in the middle of last week. It was the only real time off Wil had and we pulled Myr out of school to do it. Kathy has a brain tumor and we don't know how much time she has. My family isn't big on "talking things through" -- hell, I'm not big on talking things through. This isn't a problem, we're not walking bundles of unresolved issues, we just work things out internally before verbalizing them. Or we try to. Mostly, personally, I hate talking about things until I know what I want to talk about.
All of this, though, has triggered Wil's depression. After doing so well these past few months, it's a bad(ish) spell. I hate the feeling of helplessness this brings. There's nothing I can do to help, I know this, and yet I feel that there are a thousand things I can do to make things worse. *headdesk*
Myr is swamped with school. And all the stuff she's doing with school. It's all good, really. But she is a senior and that means that next year is college. And me without a job -- I mentioned that, right? She only wants to go to the UW-Madison, or the UW-Marathon Center if we can't get her to Madtown (which is a frighteningly real possibility). Still, she's having a great senior year, more fun than I ever had in High School. And all the things she's doing outside school proper. She'll do well, whatever happens, I just hate to think that its me who is holding her back.
As for me, I'm having a hard time focusing. I can't seem to motivate myself. Being out of work isn't exactly confidence building. There's only so many "sorry not interested" replies you can get for jobs that you're overqualified for before it starts to eat at you. Yeah, I know, whine, whine. There's a million people who have it worse -- probably including people reading this. So I will stop feeling sorry for myself now.
I have done some writing lately. I was booted off the SPN_LAS, but I did well in both the FOX_LAS and USAnetwork_LAS. I have a bit of fic to post. I've been hanging on to it for no real reason. I'll post some tomorrow.
Christmas is on the verge of happening. The tree is up but the decorations are still in boxes. Tomorrow may be a good time to do that, too. I do focus better when the sun is rising.
There's fandom posts to be made, too. And a Yuletide story to be written. Plus I'm trying to consolidate all our digital media to Wayne Industries (the new external hard drive I have). Then there's a bit of sewing that I haven't been able to get over to my moms to do. Somewhere in there perhaps I find something of real value that I can do.
So is the status of Partly's life.
