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Woo-hoo!  Thanks to FB memories, I was reminded that one year ago today was Kent's first cataract surgery.  Today we also sent out the final payment to the anesthesiologist.  We are dangerously close to paying off what the insurance didn't pay.  I'm so proud of us!

And the spousebeast will quit worrying about his eyeballs being repossessed.  ;)

[Sidenote: I'm Alicia Snavely on FB.  Anyone who wants to add me is free to, but please shoot me a note and let me know who you are]

I got home early.  I think I'm going to quit complaining (not out loud.  I'm not stupid.  But there is some bitching going on in the paper journal) about the 12-5 shift, because those are guaranteed hours.  11-3, on the other hand, finds you with one extra person on the floor and you're it.  And if you're rolling silverware at 1:20 because all the other sidework is done, you're gone.

That said, I was kind of glad.  I had nightmares last night.  Worse yet, I couldn't place a finger on the what or the why behind them.  There are no major dates coming up that I associate with trauma.  No triggers anywhere, high or low.  And nothing with any real context.  If I can retrace the possible source when I have nights like that, I can be okay(ish).  It makes sense on some level.  When it's context-less, I am a billion times more unsettled.  Not good for work performance.  So the fact that we had to cut three people before 2 was...kinda nice.  I'll make up the hours later.

Although I did get praise from Big Boss.  She called in a phone order under a false name (I am SOOOO calling her "Daisy" from now on).  When she came to pick it up, I got kudos for my phone skills.  She even said that I could be a switchboard operator from the old movies (not like Ernestine.  Although that is closer to what I feel like when I have to deal with the phone at work).

Then I had to laugh.  I'VE DONE THAT!  It was one of my work study jobs in college.  No one believes me when I tell them I went to a college that still had a switchboard system in the 90s.  It was such a great gig:  sit on your butt, take a few calls, put up faculty mail (and discover who is getting Victoria's Secret catalogues--or packages!--sent to their work address.  My inner Harriet the Spy loooooved that), and read.  Or write (I probably filled a dozen notebooks a year just at work).  Or embroider, which was my big thing back then. Keep in mind that this was before crafting in public was cool.  ;)

Of course, the culture at Emory and Henry when I went there might have been a lot of things, but cool was not one of them.  I wonder sometimes if that is the reason we're so close.  "Okay, let's round up a bunch of overachievers, nerds, preachers kids, misfits, and Methodists, drop them on a campus nine miles from the nearest town but close enough that most of their families can make surprise visits, don't allow freshmen to have cars or live off campus, and see what happens."

You get a culture largely based on having to make your own fun (no bars.  No nightlife.  Did I mention no downtown area unless you count Klink's, which is a former gas station with the pumps removed?  However, they carry Beanie-Weenies from the 80s, copies of Weekly World News, and beer.  And have a pinball machine).  It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad.  And we did stupid shit, like breaking in to the observatory to crawl out on the roof and write poetry under the stars.  Or play capture the flag at two in the morning on the golf course.  Or have Poetry Cafe on a Friday (basically, a bunch of people get together to read what they've written.  Or something that's moved them.  At 7pm on a Friday night.  And this is why everyone assumed Mark and I would eventually get married, because we were the hosts).

That said, the insular culture also led to things like he who shall not be named (no, you don't get caps, motherfucker) did.  I've been talking to the survivor from the case where I was the student advocate (DUMBEST IDEA EVER!  PROSECUTE, PROSECUTE, PROSECUTE! This woman needed a lawyer, and I was a piss-poor substitute), and it keeps coming back to that the Stanford case and the crimes against her are almost identical.  She's triggered every time she sees an article.

I am not all that coherent.  This is stirring up things for me.  And the women I know.

And the woman I failed, who was chatting back and forth with me this afternoon.  "They always look so harmless, don't they?"

Yes.  Yes, they do.

Then she wanted to talk about the fun we all had back in the day.  And we laughed.

"And we DID have fun."

This is not about me.  But it is hard to balance the two.  


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Jun. 8th, 2016 12:18 am (UTC)
i live in the county where that waste-of-skin judge is going unopposed to his next election and YOU BETTER BELIEVE I'm signing the petition to boost him OUT of that comfy motherfucking chair he fucking sits in.
Jun. 8th, 2016 12:39 am (UTC)
I went to an insular college like that, and loved the strange isolation of it, and the create-your-own-world part, but sadly mine was run by religious fundamentalists of a kind I hadn't been raised with, so after a couple of years, I couldn't stand it.

Cataract surgery is a wonderful thing, but I'd hate to have to pay for it (hugs my Medicare....)
Jun. 8th, 2016 01:13 am (UTC)
"Harriet the Spy" is the best book ever!
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:09 pm (UTC)
Still in my top three of best books ever!

I think I need to reread that now. Summer reading!
Jun. 8th, 2016 02:54 am (UTC)
When I was talking to someone on facebook last night, I actually saw you and considered friending you, but I didn't know if you'd want me to or not. If it's okay, I will, if I can find you again. I'm pretty boring. (Which shouldn't surprise you, since I'm not mega interesting here, either. LOL) I go by Tanya Reed there, too.

Congrats on getting stuff almost all paid off. That's awesome.
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:10 pm (UTC)
Feel free. I'm pretty boring, too. When, ya know, I'm not waiting on celebrities and all that. ;)
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:16 am (UTC)
Oh, Ernestine. I haven't thought of her in ages. Too funny!

The Stanford case (and everything going on at Baylor!!!) makes me ill.
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:17 pm (UTC)
I thought the "affluenza" team was the worst. Nope.

I hope this is not a trend, but I fear it is.
Jun. 8th, 2016 04:25 am (UTC)
I friended you on FB. Dagmar D.... :-)
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:11 pm (UTC)
Jun. 8th, 2016 05:42 am (UTC)
I had freaky dreams last night, too. Dreamed I was in the room with one of my least favorite people on the planet, *while I was keeping vigil over a corpse*.

I mean.

Hope you're able to make some sense of the nightmares so they don't hang over you. ♥

Oh....and is there any way we can get a recording of your voice on here? Because I would love that. :)
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:11 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't even know how to start. Any particular reason why?
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:35 pm (UTC)
I love hearing beautiful, expressive speaking voices. It's art to have a beautiful voice. That's all. :)
Jun. 9th, 2016 11:48 am (UTC)
Phone calls are a good start. :)
Jun. 8th, 2016 08:49 am (UTC)
yay for the bills almost being paid :D
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:18 pm (UTC)
The joke around here is "Another $25 a month down...three million to go!"

It feels good, though.
Jun. 8th, 2016 06:46 pm (UTC)
lol, i bet.... :D
Jun. 9th, 2016 01:16 pm (UTC)
I pick up pennies off the ground. When people ask me "why?" I reply "just 99 more and I will have a dollar"
Jun. 8th, 2016 09:29 am (UTC)
Hooray for the praise. For some off reason, I always loved the 11-3 shift!!!!
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:13 pm (UTC)
Because you are weird. but I still love you. ;)

I like opening or 12-5. There is a definite end point. And those are guarenteed hours.
Jun. 8th, 2016 01:32 pm (UTC)
Being finally free from the expenses of the cataract operation will be an enormous relief. There was once an article in the WWN long ago whose headline was Blind Man Arrested for Drunk Driving. Is that crazy or what? A facility with a switchboard, now THAT'S antique technology :)
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:16 pm (UTC)
Emory and Henry runs 10-20 years behind the rest of the world. Heck, I was still using a turntable for a lot of the music I played on my radio shows.

I really wish I'd...er...appropriated some of those albums.
Jun. 8th, 2016 01:58 pm (UTC)
That was fast!
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:09 pm (UTC)
I know! I am so happy!

Kent's dad is so critical about how we live life, and I just want to rub his face in this.
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:17 pm (UTC)
If ed McMahon showed up at kent's dad's door with the big check, he would bitch it was written in the wrong color of ink.
Jun. 9th, 2016 11:51 am (UTC)
Yes. Yes, he would.

I actually emailed Todd (Kent's brother) to see if The Patriarch is on vacation somewhere amazing or have we just not been disappointing enough lately to warrant a call.
Jun. 8th, 2016 05:07 pm (UTC)
Added you on FB. I'm Melissa Bobbitt.
Jun. 9th, 2016 11:51 am (UTC)
Jun. 9th, 2016 01:21 am (UTC)

Way to pay it off. I love when I manage it. Wishing K a sense of ease.

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