Another week in the can…

Another week, survived.

I mean, I survived it with two patellar dislocations, both of the same knee, one of which I wasn’t even awake for the start of…

I just have to keep going. Things are getting better. Things are getting better. Things are–

-Pfff noise-

You know, after a while this starts to feel almost delusional. I mean, a few things have gotten better in the last couple of weeks–there is a big thing going on that I can’t discuss right off because I KNOW when I do that, I end up jinxing it. So I’m not going to voice too much of it right off. If I don’t jinx it, things will be a lot, lot, lot better.

The boss is still an asshole, but…whoo boy. I didn’t mention earlier this week that I told him the fuck off. He changed a protocol and acted like things had always been that way when he decided to screech (yes, screech…he has…a voice) at me about it when I told him I was just following orders. I’m fuckin’ done with that dude, man…just done.

Whuf. I mean I’ve said this before, but whuf.

Another week has gone by, and it’s been…eventful. They aren’t events that I am at liberty to actually discuss–they don’t involve me for the most part–but shit has gotten weird.

If I”m lucky, there will be some good news to share very soon.

Right now, I’m just trying to hold things together.

Can I merc my boss? I kinda wanna merc my boss.

It has been a loooooong week.

It began with the boss deciding that it would be a fun policy change to completely fuck with the way that I do my job. He moves buckets around (note: the “buckets” are actually GIGANTIC baskets that I throw the sorted goods into while they come down the conveyor belt) and box me in with them. I got a degree of claustrophobia going from a trauma that I’ve talked about enough at this point–the point is, I wasn’t having it.

Then he starts throwing shit on the floor if I don’t get to it fast enough for his liking, meaning that I gotta stoop down and get it off of the floor–usually, again, a basket worth.

THEN he decides that this isn’t fucking with me enough, so he has OTHER PEOPLE start throwing shit onto the floor instead of in the small baskets that are there for offload/overspeed, and the kicker about that shit? I have to turn around and put it in the basket anyway, which fucks with my back even worse.

Oh, and my migraines are back.

The only good news is that I definitely have my writing mojo back.

My Own Boot Camp (Shove It)

(yes that is a Deftones reference.)

If you have been paying attention, you might have noticed that I am more here than I have been in a long time. That’s partly because I’m putting myself through what is almost a boot camp.

I mean, it’s a self started boot camp, with only one victim participant, but it’s a boot camp.

I’ve been working on a few things lately. One of them is getting a schedule drilled into me again. I’m supposed to stay on it a minimum of three days a week–three updates a week. I’m going to go for more than that if I can because the more that I write, the more that I can write. It’s been about a week on this new schedule and I already am starting to feel like my hands are getting back into the swing of things.

I’m also working on getting a gaming channel started. I have a FB presence, an avatar specifically made for it…I even have an app on my phone that’ll let me stream mobile games. And the offerings for mobile games are good indeed lately.

I finally have everything I need on the new rig, christened Sheba.

I HAVE A DIAGNOSIS FOR MY BACK AND LEG PAIN. Turns out? Sciatica. It would appear that we’ve been missing it for YEARS. Physical therapy starts next Friday. It was supposed to start today but there was a snafu with getting a ride.

-crack- -pop-

OK, my hands are getting sore, and I’ve managed 1.2k words. I should rest.

Brr 2: Electric Boogaloo

We’ve spent the better part of the day with no water.

The weather has been absurd, with freezes wrecking the water main. It took until about nine in the evening before we had water again, and that water is under a boil order, meaning that…well, you’re just ADVISED to boil it before you use it for anything.

Which is why I’m boiling water for the cats to drink.

The door is janky because of the cold, too: my key isn’t working and the door just WON’T LATCH.

I mean, I count myself lucky that we have winter weather infrastructure, unlike some states. Just look at how badly things are going in Texas right now. It’s a mess. People freezing to death in their houses and shit while the cities, full of empty skyscrapers, are getting plenty of electricity, water, and heat.

In a way, we’re lucky up here. We’re equipped for this, even if we weren’t quite prepared.