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deoridhe25 years ago I was in Rhodes Island, too young for school and playing with my friends Stephanie and Wendy. Stephanie’s parents were the groundskeeper/housekeeper for a wealthy family, and Stephanie and I often got to play in their gardens as long as we were careful.
15 years ago I was clinically depressed and contemplating suicide on a semi regular basis. I was in Junior High and had been amebed into a clique that found my creation of a planet interesting instead of mock-worthy. I spent every other weekend at my dad’s house, eating.
10 years ago I was in an incredible college for the first time, but I’d left behind my boyfriend. We had broken up because I was leaving, gotten back together again because we couldn’t deal with not being together, and would soon break up again because of distance and some significant, long-term differences. I had met my best friend, though I didn’t know it yet.
5 years ago I had graduated from college and was trying to get a job in my field of choice and maintain friendships with people in New Jersey. That dinnae work so well. Well, I got the job, but the friendships kinda blew up. I experienced my first bit of sexual discrimination when I was refused a counseling job because I was female (the clients were teenage boys; I was deemed “unable to handle it”) and then had my pay (unbeknownst to me until I checked my file) dropped from 10$ an hour to 8$ an hour and the expectations of me changed (unbeknownst to me until the second owner began to talk about me being their secretary long-term) from inputting files onto computer to general reception. We quickly parted ways when I got an actual job (the deal had been that I was a temporary employee, and the person who hired me knew that, but conveniently forgot it later).
3 years ago I was working at a school with severely Autistic children and getting hit every day. The friendships that exploded had repaired themselves (mostly) and I was active in a local Asatru kindred and pagan circle. My ex-boyfriend and I were hanging out again, and he and his girlfriend and I got along well.
2 years back I moved from Autism to Office Management and moved out of my mom’s house for the first time (outside of college). One of my cats (which I had gotten three years before) died of a heart defect. I bough a bunch of guppies and overstrained myself and continued to expand my planty empire, leaving twisted brown wreckage in my wake.
Last year I moved into the loft of our apartment, became obsessed with guppies, and bought a hermit crab. I also became very active in numerous online forums and venues, and became rather shockingly popular. My friendships with several pagans separated from the groups I had met them through and began to exist independently.
Yesterday I went to work and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, bought some international groceries to keep me going during proposal season, and loafed after work, watching [Bad username or site: ”shingan” @ livejournal.com] play Nocturne and napping. For some reason, naps taken while she’s playing video games are the most restful. I also felt guilty about not writing (though I got an idea for Sky of Dust) or cleaning my room.
Today I moved into the conference room for proposal season and oriented the temp at the front desk. I started on proposals in earnest, and ordered office supplies. I’m in for the long haul.
Tomorrow... is Wednesday.
15 years ago I was clinically depressed and contemplating suicide on a semi regular basis. I was in Junior High and had been amebed into a clique that found my creation of a planet interesting instead of mock-worthy. I spent every other weekend at my dad’s house, eating.
10 years ago I was in an incredible college for the first time, but I’d left behind my boyfriend. We had broken up because I was leaving, gotten back together again because we couldn’t deal with not being together, and would soon break up again because of distance and some significant, long-term differences. I had met my best friend, though I didn’t know it yet.
5 years ago I had graduated from college and was trying to get a job in my field of choice and maintain friendships with people in New Jersey. That dinnae work so well. Well, I got the job, but the friendships kinda blew up. I experienced my first bit of sexual discrimination when I was refused a counseling job because I was female (the clients were teenage boys; I was deemed “unable to handle it”) and then had my pay (unbeknownst to me until I checked my file) dropped from 10$ an hour to 8$ an hour and the expectations of me changed (unbeknownst to me until the second owner began to talk about me being their secretary long-term) from inputting files onto computer to general reception. We quickly parted ways when I got an actual job (the deal had been that I was a temporary employee, and the person who hired me knew that, but conveniently forgot it later).
3 years ago I was working at a school with severely Autistic children and getting hit every day. The friendships that exploded had repaired themselves (mostly) and I was active in a local Asatru kindred and pagan circle. My ex-boyfriend and I were hanging out again, and he and his girlfriend and I got along well.
2 years back I moved from Autism to Office Management and moved out of my mom’s house for the first time (outside of college). One of my cats (which I had gotten three years before) died of a heart defect. I bough a bunch of guppies and overstrained myself and continued to expand my planty empire, leaving twisted brown wreckage in my wake.
Last year I moved into the loft of our apartment, became obsessed with guppies, and bought a hermit crab. I also became very active in numerous online forums and venues, and became rather shockingly popular. My friendships with several pagans separated from the groups I had met them through and began to exist independently.
Yesterday I went to work and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, bought some international groceries to keep me going during proposal season, and loafed after work, watching [Bad username or site: ”shingan” @ livejournal.com] play Nocturne and napping. For some reason, naps taken while she’s playing video games are the most restful. I also felt guilty about not writing (though I got an idea for Sky of Dust) or cleaning my room.
Today I moved into the conference room for proposal season and oriented the temp at the front desk. I started on proposals in earnest, and ordered office supplies. I’m in for the long haul.
Tomorrow... is Wednesday.
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Date: 2005-01-04 11:57 pm (UTC)Aww, nonsense. I was just leaving you for dead by the side of the road... or something :)
I'm just grateful to count you among those closest to me after all this time.
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Date: 2005-01-05 01:13 am (UTC)Also, I really like the format that it all comes in. Mind if I steal it?
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