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Today was long and busy and both rewarding and aggravating. (The drive home was nothing BUT aggravating, inclusive of being tailgated by one of the city's finest, *well* after dark, while he had his lights off. While I can understand the reasoning behind it, I find it very, very disturbing and more than a little irksome that the very folks charged with keeping the public driving in a safe manner were nowhere to be found a mere hundred yards prior when some assmuffin in his minivan pulled out directly in front of me - who was going the speed limit - at an impressive clip of 10 mph. I left a lot of my tires on the street today, and I am Not A Happy Camper About It.)
The rewarding part was work - I was congratted on being productive by showing folks how to use yet another function of the copiers that tend to be smarter than the average human. Even made a how-to poster in pretty pastel shades (to counteract the gaudy yellow *other* how-to poster) to put by each machine. Yay for saving paper and time, I suppose. :) It may net me nothing more than a longer lunch break someday, but hey. Pats on the head by upper management lead to promotions sooner or later. :)
Work also wouldn't fucking quit, and for all it was Awesome IT Guy's birthday, I don't think I sat down for more than 20 minutes at a time, the pizza party lunch break being the exception.
... And they gave me more Important Stuff to do besides label file folders and assemble presentations, so I can only assume I'm doing something right. Or at least, something right without saying 'no' like I should, so we'll see where this go.
In non-work news, I successfully (I think) stitched the white han-eri onto my juban AND basted the eri-shin into place so I'll look put together come Sunday. [I would note that most kimono-wearing folks don't do this step, and while it doesn't look *too* obvious, there's a certain fullness that goes with that extra layer of white silk-poly stuff. (I also pressed out the 4[!!] himo I could find, so they're usably flat again. Given that over the course of the last 5 or so years of wearing kimono, I've bought no less than eight, and probably more like ten cords, finding only four has me pissed all over again about being expected to dress other people. I do NOT appreciate my things, that cost money and take time, sprouting legs and walking away because they're "only" a little bit of muslin. Diamond rings are small and portable too, motherfuckers, and folks notice when they go missing! Just because it's not yours doesn't mean it's not worth something.) I've decided to initiate a new rule: I will help people dress in kimono, but they not only have to buy ALL of their own things, from the inside to the very tips of their tabi'd toes, they have to try and put it on themselves FIRST. If I can do it, so can they. I can only think of ONE exception to this rule, and that woman does not even attend events as a rule - Tea is meditative only for her. [Not to mention, the very-much-able ones are the ones that Sensei keeps asking me to dress, but the dress-ees don't express a dang bit of interest. Therefore, I'm not reciprocating anymore.]
Now, if I could just get my brain to stop replaying the last two days' automotive close-calls with varying outcomes ranging from leaving significant 'so there!' dents to full-on knife fights, I'd consider the day a success. [Seriously, I know I tend toward the fantastic, but re-writing near-misses into hit-and-something events over and over and over until I had to dose myself to just sleep last night? Not cool. I REALLY need to work on methods of Letting Shit Go. Because it's *not* worth the stiff neck and grit teeth when nothing happened beyond a moment of panic and irritation. No dents, no tickets, no shouting (at least, not that anyone could hear outside *my* car), nothing. Guh.
I'm going to blame Housemate on my continuing irritation. Interruption after interruption tonight, every time I tried to talk to her. And then she wonders why I stop bothering to attempt socialization and go upstairs. *grumble*
Ah well. I'm going to try and get some fabric arts zen on, and cut out the pattern I drafted-ish for Tea Vest 3.0.2 - now with darts and seam finishes! - and see where this gets me, mentally and productively. If that doesn't work, I'll dig up the Sloganizer link Naamah posted ages ago and type in horrible things until I'm giggling like an idiot and in a better mood.
The rewarding part was work - I was congratted on being productive by showing folks how to use yet another function of the copiers that tend to be smarter than the average human. Even made a how-to poster in pretty pastel shades (to counteract the gaudy yellow *other* how-to poster) to put by each machine. Yay for saving paper and time, I suppose. :) It may net me nothing more than a longer lunch break someday, but hey. Pats on the head by upper management lead to promotions sooner or later. :)
Work also wouldn't fucking quit, and for all it was Awesome IT Guy's birthday, I don't think I sat down for more than 20 minutes at a time, the pizza party lunch break being the exception.
... And they gave me more Important Stuff to do besides label file folders and assemble presentations, so I can only assume I'm doing something right. Or at least, something right without saying 'no' like I should, so we'll see where this go.
In non-work news, I successfully (I think) stitched the white han-eri onto my juban AND basted the eri-shin into place so I'll look put together come Sunday. [I would note that most kimono-wearing folks don't do this step, and while it doesn't look *too* obvious, there's a certain fullness that goes with that extra layer of white silk-poly stuff. (I also pressed out the 4[!!] himo I could find, so they're usably flat again. Given that over the course of the last 5 or so years of wearing kimono, I've bought no less than eight, and probably more like ten cords, finding only four has me pissed all over again about being expected to dress other people. I do NOT appreciate my things, that cost money and take time, sprouting legs and walking away because they're "only" a little bit of muslin. Diamond rings are small and portable too, motherfuckers, and folks notice when they go missing! Just because it's not yours doesn't mean it's not worth something.) I've decided to initiate a new rule: I will help people dress in kimono, but they not only have to buy ALL of their own things, from the inside to the very tips of their tabi'd toes, they have to try and put it on themselves FIRST. If I can do it, so can they. I can only think of ONE exception to this rule, and that woman does not even attend events as a rule - Tea is meditative only for her. [Not to mention, the very-much-able ones are the ones that Sensei keeps asking me to dress, but the dress-ees don't express a dang bit of interest. Therefore, I'm not reciprocating anymore.]
Now, if I could just get my brain to stop replaying the last two days' automotive close-calls with varying outcomes ranging from leaving significant 'so there!' dents to full-on knife fights, I'd consider the day a success. [Seriously, I know I tend toward the fantastic, but re-writing near-misses into hit-and-something events over and over and over until I had to dose myself to just sleep last night? Not cool. I REALLY need to work on methods of Letting Shit Go. Because it's *not* worth the stiff neck and grit teeth when nothing happened beyond a moment of panic and irritation. No dents, no tickets, no shouting (at least, not that anyone could hear outside *my* car), nothing. Guh.
I'm going to blame Housemate on my continuing irritation. Interruption after interruption tonight, every time I tried to talk to her. And then she wonders why I stop bothering to attempt socialization and go upstairs. *grumble*
Ah well. I'm going to try and get some fabric arts zen on, and cut out the pattern I drafted-ish for Tea Vest 3.0.2 - now with darts and seam finishes! - and see where this gets me, mentally and productively. If that doesn't work, I'll dig up the Sloganizer link Naamah posted ages ago and type in horrible things until I'm giggling like an idiot and in a better mood.
