It amazes me after almost 3 years how little my man knows me... I guess it's just that he's a man... they are from Mars afterall... but I'm beyond perplexed...
My birthday was last week... I'd almost rather he have forgotten it... instead, he gets me flowers... it's the one gift I've always had issues with... I may by them for others, those that I know appreciate them... but to me they seem to be the worst waste of money possible. If someone outside of my household income makes the purchase, so be it... they're beautiful and a nice thought... but sheesh... the last thing I want my household budget extended for is something that will die three days later... in fact, I'm looking at a once beautiful, wilting bouquet now.
He said he knew I didn't like flowers... but that he was still looking for my actual gift and hadn't quite found it yet... well, he found it, and this weekend presented me with two cute little jewelry boxes. Did I want a jewelry box... YES... I'd been hinting in that direction the entire time we've been together, and the only reason I never bought myself one was because he always said he had no idea what to get me, and I thought I'd be nice and leave it to him. He said he bought both because he wasn't sure which I would want of the two. I couldn't very well tell him that neither of them were what I had in mind, so I picked one. Apparently the opposite of the one he said he would have gotten. Luckily their small enough I could make use of both of them. They certainly are better looking than the shoebox I had been using to stash my pretties... but far from the one I had in mind... I still have nothing to hang necklaces on... guess I'm just destined for a life of untangling chains... I certainly can't ask for another jewelry box now... and I'm sure it would be rude of me to go by my own now...
Why do I care about these things? Why does it matter that he knows so little about me? Heck, maybe it's just the 'woman' in me... we are from Venus afterall...
9.11.2008
She's loving school... I'm kinda ok with work...
Well... it's been a few weeks, and my child is still excited about her new school and new grade... she's making a few friends, and not feeling overwhelmed yet by the workload. I have a feeling that will come with time, however.
As for me, I'm still working my temp job. I'm kinda liking the place... it's certainly the easiest most stress-free job I've ever had, and they offered me full time and seem to really appreciate my abilities and my work ethic... guess they don't get the best people all the time... they really make me feel appreciated though, and that's something I haven't gotten used to over the years at my previous places of employment. If only the pay were better, I'd surely stick around there for a while.
Anyway, I'm interviewing today for yet another job. I wish I prided myself a little more on my interview skills. There are a lot of things I can claim to be good at in life and work... interviewing is most definitely not one of those things... I can communicate fine in any environment except an interview. I'm not normally nervous... I just always realize after the fact what I SHOULD have said that would come across a lot better than whatever I DID say.... it's the whole shoulda, coulda, woulda syndrome...
Otherwise, life is good. If I could pay all my bills on minimum wage, I'd be a happy person... unfortunately, it takes a bit more than that to satisfy my debtors and that is the cause of a lot of the stress in my life.
I did get a second job to help satisfy some of the bills on my end table... back at Affina, again... I knew it would come to this... but I was hoping for a miracle... never have been that lucky... my winning lottery ticket probably got sold to someone else by accident... it certainly hasn't found it's way into my purse yet.
Ah well... money can't buy happiness I've been told... I just wish not having enough money didn't cause stress... and I don't have anyone to help me with this, without coming out of the failure closet... I REFUSE TO FAIL... I don't have it in me!!!
So much for that topic... I'm getting depressed... gonna get ready to go to karate... punching and kicking seems to ease the pain a bit.
~Caroline Jason
As for me, I'm still working my temp job. I'm kinda liking the place... it's certainly the easiest most stress-free job I've ever had, and they offered me full time and seem to really appreciate my abilities and my work ethic... guess they don't get the best people all the time... they really make me feel appreciated though, and that's something I haven't gotten used to over the years at my previous places of employment. If only the pay were better, I'd surely stick around there for a while.
Anyway, I'm interviewing today for yet another job. I wish I prided myself a little more on my interview skills. There are a lot of things I can claim to be good at in life and work... interviewing is most definitely not one of those things... I can communicate fine in any environment except an interview. I'm not normally nervous... I just always realize after the fact what I SHOULD have said that would come across a lot better than whatever I DID say.... it's the whole shoulda, coulda, woulda syndrome...
Otherwise, life is good. If I could pay all my bills on minimum wage, I'd be a happy person... unfortunately, it takes a bit more than that to satisfy my debtors and that is the cause of a lot of the stress in my life.
I did get a second job to help satisfy some of the bills on my end table... back at Affina, again... I knew it would come to this... but I was hoping for a miracle... never have been that lucky... my winning lottery ticket probably got sold to someone else by accident... it certainly hasn't found it's way into my purse yet.
Ah well... money can't buy happiness I've been told... I just wish not having enough money didn't cause stress... and I don't have anyone to help me with this, without coming out of the failure closet... I REFUSE TO FAIL... I don't have it in me!!!
So much for that topic... I'm getting depressed... gonna get ready to go to karate... punching and kicking seems to ease the pain a bit.
~Caroline Jason
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