linden_jay: (Leverage- Hardison can't hack a hick)
1) I am tired. Raise your hand if you're shocked. Really, I need to find a new #1 thing to whine about, but it's just so, well. True.

2) The aliens have been getting slightly better about sleeping now that they're not sick anymore, but that didn't stop them from having a truly epically wretched night last night. Poor Monkey kept falling asleep and waking up in hysterics, like she was having nightmares, and the Frog was just completely stubborn and Do Not Want as regards sleep. I blame it on them having shit naps on Sunday in the daytime. Hopefully I can break the cycle if I can get them down for two good naps today.

3) Work continues to be... interesting. I only get one more training shift at my actual job before I'm all on my own on a weekend *cue panic*. I left a note for my boss that said I didn't feel ready and that I'd like one more training shift before my last training shift, but he never called me back. Which leads me to:

4) Work has called me three times already today. At nine am. NINE AM. 1) I have babies, and 2), dude, I know I didn't work last night, but I work the night shift. Who calls someone who works the night shift at nine am!?!?! The first was to ask me about my tax forms (which I left in a pile with the note that never got answered, so clearly he didn't find those), the second was to ask me for my Social Insurance Number, and the third was to ask me for my birthday. This is all for my paycheque, so y'know. I'll take the calls, but he better not have been kidding when he promised not to call again today.

5) I am on episode 12 of Season Two of Doctor Who. I have been warned by [livejournal.com profile] ashinae that my opinions re: some things/characters/whatnot might be considered heretical in circles, so I will tread carefully until I know what kind of Whosits I have on my flist. I will say this though--watching Doctor Who? Making Torchwood make OH so very much more sense.

6) It may be Monday, but I have hot chocolate, three cattens curled up on my bed, and napping aliens. I'll take that as a win, for now.

*thump*

Apr. 14th, 2010 11:03 am
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
That's the sound of me hitting the floor. Ergh.

Know what's unfair? Having to be charming and intelligent in an interview on less than two hours of sleep. Oh. I had an interview. Did I mention that I had an interview? Because I had an interview. My maternity leave only covers me until mid-May, and I won't go back to work at my really job until September, and the boy's work will start to seriously slow down in June, so... job. Even though I don't want to go back to work. I want to stay home with my babies until they go to school. Why can't the world be like that? It's nofe air.

So yes. Interview. For a hotel. Which I said I'd never work at again, and yet, the ad came up in the paper, and I answered it. I think the interview went well. I think I talked too much, but that's nothing new, and at least this time I managed to keep from doing my worst ever thing I do in interviews when I get nervous--interrupting the person who's interviewing me. I mean, WTF, Jay! Way to self-sabotage!

I'll know something by the end of the week, and while I really don't want to work... I do want the job. So, think happy thoughts for me? Please?

*crashes*
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
I remember when baby sneezes were cute. Kind of wee tiny and precious and adorable. That lasts as long as them getting their first icky disgusting head cold. Which, okay, they're mostly better now--no fevers, not so congested that they can't function, but they're still coughing, and there's still STUFF. It's like they're little ticking time bombs of gross. Look at them wrong, and they EXPLODE.

And of course, their little noses are sore, so trying to mop them up with a tissue or a cloth, no matter how gentle, produces shrieks so loud that any minute now someone is going to knock on my door and ask me what on earth I am DOING to those children you horrible woman.

This is my world right now. Grumpy, post-cold, current-disgusting children who think sleep and tissues should be outlawed under the Geneva Convention. The next person that tells me that having twins must be so much fun/omg, I wish I had twins/it can't be that much harder than a single baby? They're getting kicked in the shins.

With steel toed boots. I'm just saying.
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
I have a case of the pouts.

My boy is away, which was my idea in the first place, and I'm very glad he went and got some time off and had a vacation, because the last year or more has been really rough on him. Yes, it's been rough on me too, with the being pregnant and having twins and having two surgeries, but he's been the one who picked up the slack in absolutely every area of our lives, and done it amazingly, while working full time as a substitute teacher (which he really doesn't like, which is even more exhausting). So I don't resent him being away at all.

But this week has sucked. )
linden_jay: (Jared and his emo hoodie)
I've been out of sorts lately, behind in writing and posting and commenting and tagging in all the games that I'm in, on my journal, on my everywhere. And it's been bugging me and stressing me out when I realized that it's been since sometime in August since I've posted anything, and that I've got a few tags that have been lingering since spring. I hate that. I hate not being organized, and I really hate being behind. And then I started doing the math on things.

In May--there were those baby-creatures who showed up, and a twelve day hospital stay to go along with it.

Summer--baby things, combined with insanely hot temperatures that made doing anything just about impossible.

And then? August hit, and that's when things really fell apart. )
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
I protest that I have been awake since roughly 5:30 this morning.

I protest that going by how sore my throat is, I have caught the Academic Husband's cold. Considering that he's still sniffly and gross and hacking his lungs up after a week? This does not impress me in the slightest.

I protest that I am fairly certain when I go to the pharmacy and ask what kind of cold remedies one can take while pregnant, they are going to laugh at me and go 'um, nothing. Suck it up.'

I protest that when what I really want is orange juice (preferably by the truckload), it's one of the many things I can't have right now because it has too much sugar and makes me all kinds of gross in the head.

I protest that I cannot have Pepsi on my not enough Pepsi in the world days right now.

I protest... just in general. Today? Definitely a Monday.
linden_jay: (Kitten--bites his thumb at you)
Why is it that when you're exhausted-fucking-tired, and you've got to get up idiotically early the next day, that's always the day that you can't sleep? Why, why, why, why must Murphy be such a stone cold bitch?

I really did think I was going to be able to go to sleep. I haven't slept well all weekend, and I feel so freakin' wiped. And yet. Up there, cuddled up with Academic Husband and the kittens, and nothing. Zero love from the sleep gods, no help from the dreamspace. Gah.

And when I say idiotically early, I totally mean it. I'm talking like, getting up at four-freakin'-am and going into work, because I've got a shitload of shit to get through, and I didn't want to go in over the weekend 'cause I was sleeping so badly. And the less sleep I get, the less chance I'm going to actually respond when that alarm clock goes off at three-fucking-thirty.

Ugh. I'm tired. And whiny. Just y'know. If you didn't notice.

*throws temper tantrum and sends self off to sit in the corner*
linden_jay: (CM- My fandom's Mom...)
Today is clearly a day wherein I need a list, if I'm going to get a quarter of the things I want to get done accomplished.

Big fucking list of shit to do... )

And in other news, I broke my toe yesterday. I tried to convince people that I did it kicking a child that really annoyed me, but no one believed me. I guess I'm just too nice. I was running through the kitchen and I caught my toe on the strap of my bag, and my foot went one away and my pinky toe went the other. And poor AH was on the phone, talking to the University, as I let loose an absolute swear TORNADO from the pain. He ran out of the room FAST.

I only thought I stubbed or sprained it though, so I get home, and it's still hurting (after walking on it all day, go figure) and I ask the AH to take a look at it and see if it's swollen. He takes my sock off and goes GAH! because my toe is so purple it's almost black. So. Yes. Broken. Also gross. Which is of course, why I had him take a picture. If you don't want to see my gross toe, don't look behind the second cut. )
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
This is the second day in a row that I can actually remember every hour, on the hour, all night long, with the knowledge that I only dozed a little bit between each of them.

So of course, while desperately trying to get at least a little more time with my eyes closed, if not sleeping, before I have to be at work at nine, the phone rings at 7:30.

The secretary is sick. They need me in the office all day.

When does she start work? Oh yeah. 7:30. Le sigh. It's gonna be a long fucking day.

Sorry to everyone I missed yesterday. I left IM signed in when I wasn't around. I'm just that kind of clever.

And in totally unrelated news, a wonderfully happy birthday to Lottie! Much love and happiness, beautiful woman! MWAH!

omg sick.

Feb. 6th, 2008 08:52 am
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
So, yeah, I decided to call in sick to work today when I realized I was so dizzy and gross feeling that I wasn't sure I could stand without falling on my head, let alone drive. Considering I don't get sick days, I think that also proves that I'm feeling pretty frelling crappy.

I already fired January, and I really don't want to have to fire February too, but come on. In the past less-than-two-weeks, I have: cut for whining in list form... )

But on a good note--a VERY good note--the Academic Husband finally got an actual job, instead of eternally substituting. A job that's in his field, no less. It's a long term TOC contract that goes from now to the end of the year, 50% course load, and it means that he'll get what's called a continuing contract for next year. Which means a really-real job next year, with benefits and everything. After nearly five years of working as a sub (interrupted for Master/Doctoral studies, but still), this is an utter and absolute godsend for us.

So, yes, a lot of crap, but my boy has a job. So I'll drink orange juice and deal, now that I've had my whine.
linden_jay: (CMM--is a possessive bitch)
I has no voice.

I suppose this is to be expected after yesterday. My chamber choir did two performances back to back, over 2 hours each one of really hard singing but good grief, I can barely talk at all. I suppose it's just fate being cute that I have to go in for the secretary today at school (seven-thirty start time--INHUMAN!) and answer the phone all day.

But the concerts are done, no choir till the new year, and the show I'm co-directing opened this weekend. I finally have time to breathe.

...anyone want to take odds on how long before I crashboom with the sick? Yeah, that's what I thought *snerk*
linden_jay: (Daniel Craig does not give a damn)
I just had a three day weekend--I shouldn't be this tired, honestly. Which isn't stopping me from feeling like I just got run over by a very large truck.

Most people have it in for Mondays. For me? It's Tuesdays. I leave the house at 8:30, so in, well, two minutes, not that I'm out of my pj's yet, and I don't get to be home for more than 40 minutes at a stretch until nearly ten. Work, going to practice before choir, or sometimes more work, play rehearsal, a short break for dinner, and three hours of choir. Tuesdays blow.

And the kidlets have had a four day weekend, since Friday and Monday were days off, so they should be coming back energized and zooey. Wish me luck not killing any of them.
linden_jay: (Bored Now.)
I am in exile! It's a self imposed exile, but it's exile nonetheless. )

As for the lj-related shenanigans )

I'm not making any decisions on staying or going at this point, and I will most likely maintain an lj presence/cross post my stuff here even if there is a fandom exodus. So, if there IS a fandom exodus, this is where you can find me:

Journalfen. Personally, I love journalfen. The maintainers are fandom folk too, and they do a great job both with keeping things going with limited resources, AND in communicating with people when there are problems, expected outages, or whatever else. If you don't like fandom wank--hey, that's okay. Plenty of people over there have nothing to do with fandom wank, so come on over. Also, I have a paid account or three over there, so if there's anyone who is 18 or over, a fandom person, and wants a journal, comment or email me (jay.linden at gmail dot com) and I can hook you up.

I'm also about at:

GreatestJournal

InsaneJournal

DeadJournal
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)


I am so fucking sick, oh my god. This time, next week, I am going to be on a plane that's just minutes from landing in British Columbia. I'm not done packing, haven't even started cleaning, and I can barely lift my arms. This... death flu, or whatever the hell it is has completely drained me of energy, and I've got the strength of a wee little kitten. I can make it from the bedroom to bathroom to computer, even though I end up breathless and almost panting just from making that short of a trip, and I have to lean on the damned walls to make it there without falling over. I can't taste anything and I'm not at all hungry, so I'm having to force myself to eat. I'm sleeping 10-12 hours at a time, and I still feel exhausted.

If I had the energy required to pull it off, I have a feeling I'd be in a full-blown panic attack about how little time is left until we move and how much is left to get done, and the fact that I can't DO anything. I mean, I really actually can't. I've tried. I can't stand up without getting exhausted and dizzy and having to go sit down again. I can't lift anything that weighs more than my CAT (and just the little one that's about six pounds, not the bigger one that's ten pounds). Just taking a shower yesterday put me out of commission for about half the day. This just... gah, this just SUCKS. I don't have time for this right now, and I'm frustrated and annoyed and I feel GROSS and I want my mommy.

Okay, so.

May. 15th, 2007 02:46 am
linden_jay: (Buffy-Angel angst)
The good:

- I had an awesome weekend in [livejournal.com profile] apetslife-land. We watched SPN and bird documentaries and put together an exercise bike (I tell you, we are party people, man!), and chattered our heads off pretty much non-stop. Oh, and I got to visit the worlds cutest pony who did not eat me or even freak me out at all (usually I have some pretty serious horse-fear, but he was a complete doll). There were awesome hot dogs and talk about Winchesters and RPGing, and it was completely worth the ten-plus hours on a bus each way. The move back to BC and everything around that has had me massively stressed lately, and being able to take a weekend and just RELAX and have fun and not be staring at everything I should be cleaning and/or putting in boxes was exactly what I needed.

More of the good stuff... )

The bad:

- I have the plague. Or something. I feel like I got run over by one of those buses that I rode for all those hours, for serious... my throat is killing me and I'm blowing my nose every two seconds, and I feel like death even though I slept for ten hours last night, then another five hours this afternoon/evening, and I'm about to crash now, about 3 hours before I usually do. AWESOME. Just what I need in the final week of packing/cleaning/organizing before a cross-country move.

More of the bad stuff... )
linden_jay: (Mean Girls- Dramatic)
I could just cry.

As of 4:46 pm, the temperature, with the humidex figured in, is 46 degrees C. That's about 115 degrees F, for those of you playing along from the USA.

AH was teasing me and asked me why I made him move to this place. I threatened him with a Maglite (big fuckin' metal flashlight for those of you who've never seen one). But that would mean getting up and actually moving in this heat, and that's not gonna fuckin' happen.

I can bludgeon him later. Maybe in November.

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