A Loooong Time

Well, with any luck, my WordPress blog The Continuing Saga of Jeopardygirl will be up and running soon, but just in case it doesn't, I'm clearing out a few cobwebs. What to do, what to do...?

Moving

I regret to announce that The Super-Secret Diary of an Earthling is being moved to WordPress.

You can find me at The Continuing Saga of Jeopardygirl.

Hope to see you all there...

Grr Baby, Very Grrrr

I think I am going to have to switch blog options...this is just not working for me. No one can comment, my SiteMeter is gone, and I really dislike all the extra crap I've had to figure out in getting this thing to work. Fuck it. If any of you have any suggestions as to where would be a quick easy way to blog, please e-mail me at jeopardygirl@gmail.com. Thanks!

Phew, Thank Goodness

Okay, so we're not quite out of the woods yet, but I/we can see a clearing. Esso got an e-mail today from the nuclear facility inviting him to fill out paperwork and get a medical and security check. It's not a guarantee of a job, but let's just say, it's the very last step. If he passes those things, they are likely to offer him the job.

Now, I am cautiously sighing a sigh of relief. It's a sigh with a hitch in it...not quite the deep relaxed sigh I want to be able to make right now, but I have a good gut feeling that I will be able to take that one soon.

My therapist says I need to practise calling myself "likable." He says it's a fundamental truth about myself that I need to embrace, celebrate and promote from within. He also has encouraged me to ask my friends and family WHY they like me, and not to be afraid to fish for compliments.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm fishing...comment and/or e-mail and tell me why you like me (or my blog). Thanks!

We'll Get Back To You

This is the phrase Esso has been hearing again and again and again on his job search. He's nearing the end of his tether.

The nuclear facility said they would get back to him within 3 weeks. It has been nearly that, and he's starting to panic, since no other opportunities have popped up--and he really wants this job.

I am worried.

First, I am worried about him. He has been depressed before, but never to this extent. He has been jobless before, but never like this. Every day, Esso sinks deeper and deeper into a funk, and I'm scared for his sanity. Still, he won't get help because he says we can't afford it.

Secondly, I know we are going to have to sell this house. I was hoping it would be because he would be moving to a town where a job is available, but it looks like it may be because we can't afford it. All our things will have to be pared down and weeded through, regardless, and I hate doing that.

I'm scared that I will have to give up school again. It took me 10 years to convince him that I should. All that time I wasted, tiptoeing around the conversation about going back...I could have been finished by now--twice.

And, I'm worried for another reason. I am diabetic. I am asthmatic. My parents have offered to help pay for my prescriptions, but I would rather NOT ask them. I am scared for my health, ladies and gentlemen.

What are we going to do?

Gloom

A gloomy day, diary.

I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of this new Blogger beta. First off, my friend, Ken, can't comment anymore (sorry, buddy), and secondly, I am unable to figure out what the hell happened to all my old links and stuff, and third, my SiteMeter counter is G-O-N-E, like the sands of yesteryear.

Sigh.

My old friend S arrived today to drop off a Christmas card from her family, complete with a cute pic of the five of them. Honestly, I have not tried to get in touch with S in about four or five months (well, since just after my birthday, that is), and it's largely because of what happened in June with her husband, and my growing feeling that we no longer have anything in common.

When we met, we were both dating engineering students. I married mine, she didn't. Then, we both worked for the library (not in the same department). She was permanent and in the union, I wasn't. I got fired. I went to school, we lived in the same building. Esso moved me away, and that's when our friendship started to unravel. She developed all sorts of interests that didn't interest me: Middle Eastern dance, Medieval society; and met people I didn't know and wasn't sure I liked. When we moved back, she had a new fiancee and wedding plans. I had a part-time job in retail and things for me felt awkward.

As time has passed, she has had three children, and I have had a miscarriage. She has become a "responsible" parent, and I have had trouble focusing my life. We don't look at life and the world the same way anymore, and in some cases, our approaches are polemical and in complete opposition.

I don't like the feelings that well up inside me when we see each other. I guess this means the end of our friendship.

Upgrading

Hi. Just to let you know, I have upgraded to Blogger beta, and I am trying to get this thing in some sort of yummy looking order. Those of you who were linked to me and want to be linked, please e-mail me, and I'll add you. Hell, even if you just read me and want to be linked, let me know.

Get Back To Work!

Well, my final, 7-8 page essay is due tomorrow at 3:30 p.m., and I only have one and a half pages written. I don't feel too bad, though, because I know once I sit down to write, it will all come out in a torrent. I just need to sit down and write.

Last night at work, we were incredibly s l o w. So slow, in fact, that I felt comfortable hiding in the back room to do a bit of a fill-in puzzle (like crossword, only no definitions). Wouldn't you know it, that was when we finally had two customers ready to buy big. I missed serving the second one, and my co-worker got both sales. Understand, I would normally never, ever do that, but we were so dead, it didn't make sense to me for both of us to be out there staring at each other. OOPS.

Anyway, back to the essay.

P.S. Welcome back, J.