(no subject)

My bellyaching over the past two days turned out to have a cause. Tuesday I got home after work and basically collapsed on the couch. I was shaking and chilled and when Mike and Vlad came to the house, it was confirmed--I was running a fever. I stayed home yesterday and basically laid on the couch and vegged. Didn't turn on the computer, didn't play Diablo II: LOD, didn't finish the afghan I've been meaning to crochet the last 4 squares onto... I made like a potato, only occasionally padding to and fro for liquids and for elimination of processed liquids.

I actually did try to tackle getting my sewing machine up and running so I could start my first quilt. This is when I knew I was sick, because I couldn't process WHY I couldn't get my bobbin correctly installed. I had bought my mom the exact same model sewing machine, and had TAUGHT her how to thread the machine and put the bobbin in, but I couldn't figure out how to do it for myself. It's funny how your brain won't work when it is frying in your head. I finally left the thing alone and dived back under the covers on the couch where I watched the entire history "Behind the Music" of Def Leppard and then KISS and then tuned in to catch Pokemon and Batman Beyond and all 100 Most Shocking Moments in Rock-n-Roll...

Mike and Vlad came over to visit the invalid and Mike asked, or rather made the statement, "You probably haven't eaten all day." I said I had eaten leftovers. He interpreted this to mean I had already eaten dinner...

So everyone came over and we didn't eat. They left at 8:00 and I still had this nagging problem which I had forgotten to ask them about in regards to my sewing machine, so I resolved to go back to the other house and look for the instruction book. It's always a scary thing to think of afterwards--me driving sick, that is--because my last accident was when I was driving with a fever. As it was, I had a hard time backing out of our long narrow driveway lined with bushes on either side and I scraped some branches on the passenger side. I couldn't find the sewing machine manual at the other house, but I did find a can of chicken soup, which I brought back to the house.

By that time, I had pretty much exhausted my strength, so I spent another hour on the couch.

I think the aspirin finally kicked in because my head cleared and when I sat down at my sewing machine, it was like, "DOH!" I felt like such an idiot! It was obvious what I had misinterpreted as to how the bobbin assembly worked and in seconds I had the sewing machine running! I was so happy I actually managed to sew two quilt blocks together. I could finally relax and go to bed!

And in the whole back and forth and obsessive-compulsive need to make the sewing machine work, I forgot to eat dinner. By then it was getting late and though my stomach was rumbling, it just wasn't worth the effort. My body wanted sleep more than food, so I hit the sack.

(no subject)

Work couldn't be more boring. We're between funding of projects at the moment--we have already been awarded a huge multi-million-dollar contract, but that's not slated to be funded until October and our old funding ran out. Our old funding is supposed to be extended, but we're caught in bureaucratic limbo--a piece of paper is sitting buried on someone's desk awaiting a signature. In the meantime, a halt-work order has been issued and instead of charging our time to a nice, secure contract, we are all charging against the dreaded word, "Overhead." It's a situation that can't go on indefinitely as we drain the company's resources... Worrisome, to say the least.

Mike recently had a nightmare that we went through a second round of lay-offs.

So we're not allowed to work on the courseware. We're supposed to use this time to improve our skills. I just don't happen to find this place comfortable or conducive to that kind of thing. Learning for fun is best done--for me, at any rate--where I'm comfy and not looking over my shoulder. Anyway, we're on our third week of "skill improving," and I'm getting restless. I'm just killing time sitting here. It's like being at my old place of business, only I had more freedom there! If I sat on the floor in the middle of office, no one would care, it'd just be Jamey being Jamey.

I really regret how much leave I burned earlier this year and I really wish I had filed some comp time for the extra hours I had been careless about tracking. And I really begrudged having to be out sick yesterday. I so desperately want a real vacation. I mean, DragonCon and Networld + Interop will be fun, but they are trips with a purpose. They are different. They are fun trips, but they are not vacation trips. There are still expectations and schedules and obligations.

(no subject)

Nic's a friend, but, man, his journal entries are working my last nerve!

(no subject)

My sinuses are starting to act up. 90 minutes to go before I can leave work. If I could find something to engage me mentally, time would fly. The problem is the whole causal relationship of time. That is to say, the first clause has to happen before the second comes into effect. Life sux that way.

One of the great cams went down this week. Xandria of XanCam shut her site down to concentrate her energy and resources toward her real life. She had a great style and sensibility. There are only a few cams and cam personalities that I've bothered to keep track of, Xan was one of them, as is Alex the girl.