Sparkly Things

It’s so satisfying to witness a person redeem themselves. My Problem Child at work is mainly a problem because she has focus issues wedded to an extrememly passive aggressive personality. She’s your best friend one minute, then jumps down your throat the next. She’s tough to keep on task and she’s a “self starter” (a phrase I personally dread), meaning that she loves to start projects that she sees as being required to be done whether or not the project meshes with the organizational plan for the workplace.

HOWEVER, she is very good at working her contacts. And she seems to have helped us out of a big bind.

We are planning our annual fall event. Usually we get the assistance of a group of solider who are tasked to work the event. These soldiers go out in their big solider truck, pick up our tents and tables and etc. and set up our event stuff. After the event they break everything down and return it. This year, we are not getting any official soldiers to do this. We have been trying to get volunteers through the offical volunteer channels here, no luck. We have been asking for volunteers to work and earn time off, no luck. So today we started asking everyone we know to volunteer and “PC” may have struck gold. Apparently she’s found some soldiers (and they may even have a truck) to help us set up and tear down for the event. HOORAY!

Now we’ll see how everything pans out.

**fingers crossed**

We’ve been trying to get in touch with Tom’s brother for the past two days for a mom update. So far, bupkis.

We have much stuff to do this week. In addition to work, natch, we will be appearing at a Medieval Book Fair on Monday, leading the Girl Scout meeting on Tuesday, going to the SCA Girls Night Out on Wednesday, setting up for the Girl Scout Spooktacular on Thursday, participating in said Spooktacular on Friday, and working and doing a birthday party on Saturday. *Whew*.

On the kitty front, Winston seems much better. No more puking. I changed his food recently and I think that’s what caused the throwing up. He curled up on me last night while we were watching TV. Cool weather does have its advantages.

Tom’s mom is back in the hospital with pneumonia. We’re sending good thoughts her way and trying to keep up to date on her progress. We’re going on the assuption that no news is good news.

Stolen!

Winston cat has been throwing up. I think it’s just from all the licking and scratching he’s been doing, but if he doesn’t feel better by tomorrow I’m going to take him to the vet. It’s so hard to tell with cats what you need to worry about. He seems fine otherwise, he’s still pretty active and his eyes, ears and nose are all clear. Luckily for us he’s pretty noisy about it, so we can kick him off of the bed in time when he starts to heave at night.

Poor little guy. He’s so much more high maintenance than his sister.

I’m trying to organize my sewing projects for the winter. I promised tiernen some more fencing garb, and I have a few things I want to make for myself. I need to do some clothes for work and some medium nice SCA stuff for camping events and the like. The trouble is knowing where to start. I hate cutting fabric, because I always wind up having second thoughts.

So, I just wind up accumulating more fabric, but not actually making anything except at the last minute, or I go back and remodel something I already finished. It seems like I’m always planning and never going forward.

Should I just plunge in, or should I take everything out, sort it one final time, designate a project to each piece and set a schedule I’m going to stick to? The first seems too haphazard and the second is nearly impossible.

Help!

Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful weekend, this is good, because it also looks like we’re going to be BUSY. We have hanging out with gamer folks tonight, then a SCA/birthday party tomorrow, then Baronial fighter practice and maybe a trip to the State Fair on Sunday. Busy, busy, busy.

I dreamed last night that the boss (old boss Phil) came back and reclaimed his job. A definite possibility (basically, since he left us to go overseas, he can come back to the US into the job he left, but he has to come back at the end of his first year over there, if he stays for more than a year then he has to look for a US job when one opens up, just like any other job seeker). I had to explain to him all we had accomplished while he was gone and he didn’t take kindly to my changes. The worst part was that I knew I was going to have to keep on working just as hard, but I’d get less pay. How’s that for justice?

So I woke up in a funk. I hate being uncertain of my future like this. I’ve pretty much decided not to go too banzai on the office until I know for sure about whether or not he’s actually coming back and that won’t be until next summer.

It saps the strength a bit. Maybe it’s just the weather.

“Do not take liberties with a librarian, sir, or you will rue the day. These books are my children. You tamper with them at your peril.”

–Ruth Harrison, Reference Librarian

My three day weekend was nice. We saw the SCA friends on Sunday for fighter practice. I got tiernen to clean out his closets. Now we have to get him new clothes.

The ‘rents have been off the map lately. I can’t remember if they’re on another trip or now right now. I think they’re in Cape Cod. I’ll start worrying if I don’t hear from them by next weekend.

Oh well, back to the grind.