Germany, I don't blame you

I'm at odds with Europe at the moment.

I am so tired, and so cranky, and I am the only one in the office. My eyes are burning. Every little noise irritates me, every stupid little thing that people do because they are acting on autopilot instead of thinking makes me want to punch Tuesday in the throat.

I can't even lock the doors to take a five minute sanity break because there are people in the building for Court.

Where is a box of old mugs for throwing when I need one?

Saturday

Well, after last night's disappointing attendance at both the Dog Jog and the movie, I was prepared to spend the weekend fuming. I think there is a boycott situation happening.

But this morning I got up and went down to the Rec Centre. The swim team was holding a pancake breakfast and carwash (with a bottle drop-off). In one fell swoop I got rid of my refundable recyclables, got my truck washed, had breakfast, and felt smugly satisfied that I was contributing to the youth of the community. And those are all good things.

Now I should do a bit of packing and take a load of stuff over to the new place before I have to get back to the Rec for the afternoon festivities. (If people actually show up for those.)

hah!

Now that I have an answer for the guy who swore in conversation this morning, I have no way to reach him, as his number is not listed in the phone book. Good times!

Not good times - I'm supposed to be moving and I'm supposed to be doing Fireweed Festival stuff...at the same time. It's a good thing I'm taking Monday off to unwind, is all I can say.

The way to start your morning

I know that guy wasn't swearing at me, he was swearing about someone else when he was talking to me, but come on. That is so not the way I want to start my morning. I already had to use the scraper on my windshield. Don't get me down any further, bro.

I spent an hour and a half on eHarmony last night (warning: yes, I am on eHarmony) going through matches and sending messages. You see, they send between 2 and 5 new matches per day, and I fall behind because I am phenomenally indecisive and can't decide who to send messages to and who to archive. When I sat down to it at 9:30, I had 67 matches in my New folder.

They weren't all new, per se, but they were not-dealt-with-at-the-time. SO I went through and archived those who needed archiving (as in, I really wasn't feeling it right off the bat for some reason, but didn't feel I actually needed to close them) and sent messages to the rest.

I'm exhausted from the effort of clicking mouse buttons.

What's really stupid about the whole thing is that I'm not sure I want it to work out. There's a part of me that doesn't want to be doing the pursuing. There's a part of me that doesn't want to start a long-distance relationship with a guy in some faraway place.

I want someone right here and now, who sees me for who I am and who wants me like crazy. I want love to trip and fall in front of me, to come over to my house to watch DVDs and talk about his day. I'm tired of being told it will happen "when I least expect it" or "when you aren't looking for it." It's gotten to the point where I don't know if I even believe in it.

Sigh.

I didn't have breakfast this morning, and it's left me a little cranky. Now I will add coffee to the mix and see what happens.

Blither

Do you ever get the feeling that you are on a train whose destination is unknown and it is going to derail at any moment? Sure you do. We all do, right?

I feel like this weekend might be the derailing moment. We've got the Fireweed Festival on Friday and Saturday. I need to move all of my stuff (except the furniture) to the new place before Sunday. Sunday is furniture day. The lady who is moving into my current place is coming by tonight to move things into the downstairs, which means I can't really leave the house to move my own stuff. There are reports. I haven't made phone calls. I haven't changed the kitty litter.

Whew.

And now H is enticing me with links to crafting supplies. Bad, bad H.

Where have I been? (again)

Working, working, almost running out of gas on the way in to Whitehorse, having horrible experiences with my tonneau cover at the Superstore with $400 worth of meat in my shopping cart, working, and trying to move things over to my new place. Whew. That's where I've been.

Nothing super exciting to report on the personal life front. I finished the quilting on the red quilt last night, which means binding time! This will be my first quilt started and completed in the Yukon, which is pretty dorky to mention. Hurray dorkiness!

My Friday Night crew are packing up for Ross this week, so I will be all by myself. That's okay, though, because we'll be showing a movie at the Rec Centre as part of the Fireweed Festival, and I'll probably be busy with Festival stuff. And then Sunday is supposed to be the day of moving furniture to the new place. Because I've been forgetting to phone Northwestel, I might not have phone and internet hooked up right away, which is kind of a bummer, but I'll survive.

So, there you are - caught up on the life and times of Erica.

Tongue-tied

The presence of an attractive man approximately my age (possibly much younger, I can't tell) has had a negative impact on my ability to concentrate on work this morning.

Thank goodness Jim is showing him around the buildings this afternoon - I wouldn't be much use...too busy salivating and trying to suck my stomach in ^_^

Tired of painting

My enthusiasm has waned as the project progresses.

I went over to the new place to put another coat on the dark wall in the bedroom and inside the closet. Now I'm trying to decide if the dark wall in the living room actually needs a third coat of paint or if I am just being fussy. There is one spot that definitely needs a touch-up, but the rest of it might be fine.

The people who are moving into my current place are making me feel pressured to get out of here ASAP. I'm hoping to go in to Whitehorse this weekend to buy curtain rods and pillow forms so I can start decorating as soon as my eBay purchases arrive. Should I bother buying paint to re-do the trim on the windows and doors? A perfectionist would, but a girl who is tired of painting might not.

I was originally planning to leave Friday night and stay over at a hotel, because doing the drive in and out in one day is really draining. But I've been invited to a baby shower on Friday, and I'm really torn.

I feel awkward around most of the gals my age in town (not you, Kara ^_^). I'm not a mum, and I don't have a guy, and I feel conspicuous because I work for the town. Plus, when I get nervous, my stomach reacts badly (remember the Ladies Night Out fiasco?). But if I don't try hanging out with them, the awkwardness will never have an opportunity to dissipate.

Ah well, too late in the day to worry about these things.

Happy Discover Day!

So, to celebrate the Yukon, on the statutory holiday (Suck it, everyone in Ontario who gloated at me two weeks ago when I was at work and you were at a BBQ or the beach!), I got called over to the CRIC to meet with a lady from the Yukon Heritage and Museums Association. Hurray.

Seriously, I was ticked off. I was in my PJs, trying to work up the energy to put my painting clothes on and head over to the new place to do more painting (my arms and back hate me so much now), when S called to ask me to come over. I hadn't showered, because, really, what's the point when I'm just going to get sweaty and gross over at the new place? But I put on my Big Girl Panties and said I would be over in half an hour.

The upshot is that there is a bunch of funding available to us, so yay! There's a social media seminar coming up in Whitehorse in October, and I could get that paid for, which would be super. And I got a cup of coffee out of the deal - wooo!

It turns out that my painting pants aren't dry yet (I washed them last night because they were totally disgusting), so I am having lunch and watching a little SPN before I head over for more painting funtimes! Perhaps I will check out eBay for more saris for decorating purposes ^_^

I think my body is trying to tell me something

And that something is "Stop."

First it was stomach trouble, followed by the doom-headache, and now I'm having hot flashes. I am far too young for hot flashes. Perhaps it's just the office that is hot.

Special Council meeting tonight. I hope it will not take long. I want to go home and put a hot water bottle under my head and an icepack on top of it. Surely one of those will cure me.

I don't understand

I'm getting ready to move into a new rental unit. I'm painting. I'm happy as can be.

And then an opportunity to purchase half a duplex for a pretty darned reasonable price drops into my lap, and I don't know what to do.

Is it a sign? Am I going to stay here long enough to pay off a house, and make it worthwhile?

Help!

Thing I deleted.

Yesterday I wrote a post about my crush on Dr. Spencer Reid/Matthew Gray Gubler, but I deleted it before it ever got posted.

The post, I mean - not my crush. That's still going strong.

I have a thing for tall, skinny, geeky geniuses. What can I say?

I am not, perhaps, destined to be a painter

I've been over at the new place all afternoon, taping and painting. I guess I hadn't mixed the paint up quite as much as I should have, because when I was doing the edges of the first two walls (ceiling, floor, and around the windows) there was a lot of dripping and patchy colour. So, naturally, I had to go over those spots again.

I got the first coat of paint on in the living room, though, and I think it's starting to have a bit more personality ^_^ With luck, I'll be over there again tomorrow, putting on coat number two.

Really, what's been taking me the longest time is all the taping. I hate that part - the fiddling around corners, trying to get the tape to stick to the horrible stucco ceiling. Also, someone who used to live in the house had a real thing for staples - there were staples all over the walls. They're all on the carpet, now.

My back and shoulders are on fire now, so I'm going to hit up a nice hot bath.

All in all, a pretty good Sunday. How about you?

A Severe Geritol Deficiency*

I'm developing a headache as the day progresses. I'm not sure why - the office has been very quiet with my coworkers away and a minimum of citizens coming in to pay bills. I feel it in the back of my neck and behind my eyes, though, and am looking forward to going home.

I've had some inspiration about the blocks I've been piecing for the past few days - they're made from leftover fabric from the quilt I'm making for Hunter. I thought, rather than put those scraps away until some nebulous future date where I might do something with them, I should just jump into another quilt top. I made 40 blocks, and then started wondering what to do with them. ^_^

Everything hinges on how much unbleached muslin I have kicking around in my scrap box. It used to be my sashing of choice, and there might be enough for what I intend. If not, I guess another trip to an online quilt shop may be in order.

Will I go home after work and wind up on the couch, or will I head over to the new place to continue taping corners and spackling the crazy number of holes in the walls? If I do the latter, I could start painting tomorrow. But if I do the former, I get to lie on the couch all night. Decisions, decisions.


*5 Internet Points if you can tell me who said that.**
** Internet Points are non-transferable, and are only good for gloating.

Freezing

So, when I got to work this morning, it was like walking into a freezer. And I worked in a freezer at Schneider's for four months back in 2004, so I feel qualified to judge.

To fix this problem, I would have to call Public Works to come and adjust the boiler. By the time that happens, and by the time the boiler finally makes everything better, it will be time to go home, and then when we come back on Monday it will be too hot.

I have a wool coat that's been in my office since February. I might just toss that on. Or make several cups of tea and rest my hands in them.

I'm all alone in the office today. That means MUSIC TIME!

[EDIT] Turns out the cooling system had not been shut off last night, and so K came in and adjusted it for me. I am typing much faster now that my fingers are not in danger of shattering on the keyboard.

Feliz Navidad! Feliz Cumpleaños to me

There was a cake at coffee break time - I didn't take a picture because I was too busy being serenaded by Glenda and half of Council, but rest assured, it was lovely to behold and delicious to consume.

I was late for work today, actually. Last night's meeting ran until 10pm, which meant that I wasn't home until 10:30. There was a rumour floating around the news and internet that around 3am this morning might be a good time for seeing the Northern Lights. I was trying to stay up for that, but eventually crashed at 1:30 - I hope they weren't out at 3am, that would be disappointing.

Anywhoodle, I had a hard time sleeping, then a hard time staying awake, and I finally rolled out of bed at 8:35...five minutes after I was supposed to be at work. Whoops! I called Glenda to let her know, and then took my time showering and picking out my clothes.

It's only fair for me to be late on my birthday - I was two weeks late to my first one, why change a good thing after *thirty-mumble* years?

Now I have to decide between being a Responsible Adult who doesn't put anything more on her credit card until the current balance is paid off and being a Birthday Girl who buys herself a pair of wicked, impractical stilletos and a skirt she can't fit into until she loses a few pounds. Decisions, decisions...

Eight Months

That's how long I've been in the Yukon now.

I know, it barely seems like any time at all. I guess it helps that I've been so busy at work, pretty much from day one.

I'll try to return with a more interesting post later, but I'm running late, the photocopier is out of toner, and tonight is a Council meeting. I've got issues today.