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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Awake, alive, and ... GAINFULLY EMPLOYED!

Finally, a chance to bring that long-awaited update to everyone that's been emailing me, trying to find out if I'm alive or what. I've been tied up (with WORK, you perverts), so it's been really hectic trying to find time to post an update. But all good things come to those who work really REALLY super-hard on the physical plane (and the meta-physical plane, just for good measure).

First, yes, I'm still alive (as you can no doubt determine by the very fact that I'm posting... duh). As my friends, you already KNOW that I tend to channel the Bear during the winter months. Hibernation is just natural to a Shaman who delves into Animal Magick all the time... didn't you realize this by now? No? Well, now you can begin to understand. *LOL*

Over the winter I've been busy with work as a temp research associate. I was very happy to learn that this company for which I'm working, wanted me... and got me, based on my knowledge and skills, and that they weren't just looking for a "body to fill space". As it turns out, the research that they are doing coincides tremendously with the skills I already possess... mainly, non-surgical intra-tracheal dosing routes, animal handling and study experience, and the ability to think on my feet. Of course, the fact that I can actually perform the analysis on the samples I acquire put me over the top with them, hence why I got the offer through the temp agency to work for them. As it turns out, and after 8 months of working as a temp... (wait for it).... they decided that they loved my work ethic, loved my ability to adapt to changes in the studies, loved my personality (I fit in wonderfully with the other freaks in my group), so..... (here it comes)..... they've HIRED ME FOR A FULL TIME, PERMANENT POSITION as a Research Scientist! *you can applaud now... gifts are also accepted*

That's right guys... I am full-time, permanent, with an exceptional salary, all the bennies you could ever conceive, and most importantly, I LOVE what I do! It's such a relief to know that I don't have to worry about when my contract ends, or if I'll find another contract/job soon... I don't have to go on unemployment (yet again), and I don't have to be AS conscientious (sp?) about spending money (read: tight-fisted) as I have had to in the past. What does this mean? Well, for starters, Ren Faire is coming, and I intend to spend every weekend hanging out at the Tux with all my friends (okay, so that doesn't change things much). However, I won't need to have a room-mate (unless I choose to have one, and if so, one that I can actually have some FUN times with) and I can afford alcohol, without the need to bum off of others all the time. It also means that I can pay off my debts just that much more quickly (already started that and paid about half of them off already), and eventually, once the debt is managed, I can finally save and buy a brand-spankin-new-car (though, that's a little ways off just yet). So, I am extatic about my new position, actively learning all I can, and looking forward to many MANY years with this company. Color me thrilled!!!

Let's see... first, mom and dad are doing fine right now. We had a small scare earlier in Dec/Jan when dad began experiencing his heart episodes again. We took him in for an angiogram, and they discovered another artery that was.... *gasp*... 99% blocked! He had another stent inserted, and seems to be doing fine. Occasionally, though, he still feels the need to take a Nitro, but it's few and far between... not one continuous episode as before. Mom's surgery for the cancer on her face went exceptionally well, and the scar is healing nicely. She's already had the second surgery to minimize the scar (plastic surgery), and you can hardly tell at first glance that anything happened. So far, there has been no reccurance, so things seem to be looking up.

As of right now, my brother and his family are visiting us from Georgia. They flew up last night, and will be staying until next Saturday. Whooo Hooooo! But, let me tell you... having two little terrors, otherwise known as my nephews, running amok in the house if very trying to this newly birthday'd 38-year-old. NOW, I remember why I like other people's children, but prefer NOT to have any of my own. I can spoil to my heart's content, but when it comes time to disipline, or *shudder* poopy-pants, I can gleefully hand them back to mommy or daddy and say with all conviction, "Not my job." *snicker* Seriously, it's wonderful having them here, and I love them all dearly... just.... please.... don't wake my sleep-deprived body out of bed before 6:30 a.m. tomorrow, k'?

You know who you are. I apologize for not dragging myself out of hibernation to call, but if you're my friends, you'll understand. I love you all... you're the best, and I wouldn't trade you for anything. Sorry to have missed some birthdays, but hey, just about all of you forgot mine so plfffffttttt. *laugh* For those going through some aching times.... remember I'm here, I will ALWAYS be here, and nothing can hurt or defeat you unless you let it. I'm definitely looking forward to Faire and hanging out with you all again. Let's plan a party.... my room.... Friday night before the first day of Faire.... let's rock!

I opened up a suggestion on the Wench's Board about a possible Pirate Auction of our own at NYRF. They do a bang-up job at the one at MDRF, but we should have our own. As it happens, people apparantly picked up on the idea and thought it a good one. Since I don't know the first thing about organizing something like this, I basically am keeping my involvement (so far) to donating some of my hand-made shawls to the cause. Yes, that's right, the cool shawls that I make will soon be available for bids, once we get the auction set up. I don't know if it's do-able for this year, but soon it should be up and running (I hope).

I can't believe it, but there's this guy... (yeah, all dissertations seems to start like that, don't they?). Anyway, I met him at Faire about, oh, 3 or 4 years ago. Basically, we never dated, never hung out, and never did anything, but we felt a "connection". He was just divorced, seemed to have some similar interests, and of course, being the kinky wench I am (and the kinky rogue he was), we.... talked....a good game about what we'd like to do to one another. As it turns out, we spoke quite a bit in email.... making plans, etc. However, he up and wrote me one day that he had "found someone" and was engaged! Well, after I wrote him a scathing email, and put him on my "do not bother" filter, I never heard from him again. Fine by me, I was "over it" the next day, realizing that I didn't owe him anything, and vice versa. No biggie, right? Anyway, get this.... he starts emailing me about 3 weeks ago... three emails in total. Telling me how he's still engaged, still in love with is lady, but wants to make sure that what happened with us was "water under the bridge" and he wanted to apologize. Um.... what happened? Where was I? What did we do? Needless to say, I really didn't consider him (or his feelings) important enough for me to respond... yet he keeps writing! He's even threatened to come up to me at Faire and speak to me... um, whatever. I hope he does, because then I can very politely tell him that, in fact, he really ISN'T that important to me, so therefore I didn't bother responding. But, three emails? If he's so all-fired het up about his lady, why bother writing me three times to say.... well..... nothing? Oy, men, I just don't get it.

Also, someone named Robert called my house last week, but when I got on the phone, the line was dead (not hung up, just.... dead). I'm hoping it was this really gorgeous guy I met at Faire about 3 years ago... he made my head spin, and I'd love to see him again. I hope he'll call back. *evil, wicked grin*

Well, I'm alive. I don't have any flu or other type of health problems, as such. However, I've begun to notice my right hand (and to a lesser extent, my left hand) hurting terribly when doing certain things.... like knitting. I also get a little numb when pipetting at work. I'm HOPING it's NOT carpal tunnel, and I'm leaning more toward it being tendonitis. I'm waiting for the first of next month (when my new position's health insurance kicks in) before going to the doctor. Hopefully, it will just be a matter of resting the hands (read: no knitting for a while), or maybe re-working how I do some things. Pray that it ISN'T carpal tunnel.

Well, that's my update in a rather large nutshell. I'll be updating more frequently from now on. Oh-oh, something just crashed upstairs... GOTTA JET!