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dragonlady7Had a long complicated dream, or possibly several. I don't remember any of them, except a few details. I wrote a check from my primary checking account, and it bounced. The other details refuse to resolve themselves except as reconstructed thoughts that I know are dictated by my waking mind, so I must admit I really don't remember them. I should get into the habit of writing down my dreams, though. I remember thinking that it was noteworthy.
A lot of my dreams feature elaborate plots in which I am somehow embroiled, and I think they'd make for enjoyably surreal reads if only I could get them written down.
So yes, I dreamed that my check bounced. So I went just now and looked at that account-- it's fine. Actually the balance is too high. Why? Whoops. Didn't pay the bills. Er, whoops.
Wait a minute, I did so. Now I'm wondering if Dave forgot to mail the bills I sent to the school postbox with him. *dread*
Ah well.
I was puttering, cleaning up in preparation for the thunderstorm we're supposed to get-- the temperature's just dropped 6 degrees and there are raindrop spots on the driveway, so I think we'll at least get some moisture, which is good because everything's so dry-- and I thought about how much I enjoyed not wearing a uniform, and being around the house, and having a bit of freedom and some time to myself to get things done and to just think. My main problem is that I consider a day I'm working to be useless for anything else. Often it's true-- I don't have time before I go in to get much done, and I can't concentrate with a deadline like that looming, and then when I come home I'm so tired. But I'm not going in until 2 today-- not catching the bus until 1-- and that makes for a long morning in which I could well be productive. Duh. So I resumed some of yesterday's puttering, but didn't dare get involved in anything ambitious. I really am not an effective time-planner, and that's just how it is.
And I was thinking, I wish I could take some time off and get some writing done.
And I was thinking, I should go and do some writing now. But no, I only have an hour now, and that's not enough time to really get into it. I'll just bop around and reread things and think "yep I should finish 'em" and not do anything, and wind up all daydreamy and frustrated at work.
And it struck me, that I'll have a lot less time soon, because I'll need to get a second job when all the others at work get out of school and simultaneously demand more hours. I am sure they'll cut me down to 27-30 hours again, and probably not leave me many money shifts. (The money shifts I've had in the past have been because nobody else could work them. Now that all the former students have 100% availability, I won't have that edge anymore.) So I'll need another job.
And then it crossed my mind that Dave'll be graduating at that same time. Wouldn't it be awesome if he got a job and I didn't have to get a second one?
That wouldn't be at all a bad lifestyle. He wouldn't even have to support me. He just needs to be earning enough that he can pay half the bills. I won't even make him pay the car insurance and car payments by himself anymore. If we split them right in half, I could probably get by just working 30 hours a week.
And think of how much time I'd have then!
...
Daydreams. But not too farfetched.
On an unrelated note...
Am drinking plain club soda with lime, in the interests of not consuming 400 calories simply in my beverage. (Am considering how much Coke / Sprite / mix of everything that comes out of the beverage gun because I'm bored I drink every shift, and figuring perhaps that's why I haven't lost any more weight. I know those calories kept me alive back when I was having trouble eating. I'm aware that there are over 200 calories in a can of Coke, and that Diet Coke isn't any better for me. But I need to drink something and water doesn't always cut it. Also, I need the caffeine much of the time. But brr is it ever bad for the teeth...)
But the club soda with lime is surprisingly good, if one is not sparing with the lime. Maybe I'll drink more of that.
A lot of my dreams feature elaborate plots in which I am somehow embroiled, and I think they'd make for enjoyably surreal reads if only I could get them written down.
So yes, I dreamed that my check bounced. So I went just now and looked at that account-- it's fine. Actually the balance is too high. Why? Whoops. Didn't pay the bills. Er, whoops.
Wait a minute, I did so. Now I'm wondering if Dave forgot to mail the bills I sent to the school postbox with him. *dread*
Ah well.
I was puttering, cleaning up in preparation for the thunderstorm we're supposed to get-- the temperature's just dropped 6 degrees and there are raindrop spots on the driveway, so I think we'll at least get some moisture, which is good because everything's so dry-- and I thought about how much I enjoyed not wearing a uniform, and being around the house, and having a bit of freedom and some time to myself to get things done and to just think. My main problem is that I consider a day I'm working to be useless for anything else. Often it's true-- I don't have time before I go in to get much done, and I can't concentrate with a deadline like that looming, and then when I come home I'm so tired. But I'm not going in until 2 today-- not catching the bus until 1-- and that makes for a long morning in which I could well be productive. Duh. So I resumed some of yesterday's puttering, but didn't dare get involved in anything ambitious. I really am not an effective time-planner, and that's just how it is.
And I was thinking, I wish I could take some time off and get some writing done.
And I was thinking, I should go and do some writing now. But no, I only have an hour now, and that's not enough time to really get into it. I'll just bop around and reread things and think "yep I should finish 'em" and not do anything, and wind up all daydreamy and frustrated at work.
And it struck me, that I'll have a lot less time soon, because I'll need to get a second job when all the others at work get out of school and simultaneously demand more hours. I am sure they'll cut me down to 27-30 hours again, and probably not leave me many money shifts. (The money shifts I've had in the past have been because nobody else could work them. Now that all the former students have 100% availability, I won't have that edge anymore.) So I'll need another job.
And then it crossed my mind that Dave'll be graduating at that same time. Wouldn't it be awesome if he got a job and I didn't have to get a second one?
That wouldn't be at all a bad lifestyle. He wouldn't even have to support me. He just needs to be earning enough that he can pay half the bills. I won't even make him pay the car insurance and car payments by himself anymore. If we split them right in half, I could probably get by just working 30 hours a week.
And think of how much time I'd have then!
...
Daydreams. But not too farfetched.
On an unrelated note...
Am drinking plain club soda with lime, in the interests of not consuming 400 calories simply in my beverage. (Am considering how much Coke / Sprite / mix of everything that comes out of the beverage gun because I'm bored I drink every shift, and figuring perhaps that's why I haven't lost any more weight. I know those calories kept me alive back when I was having trouble eating. I'm aware that there are over 200 calories in a can of Coke, and that Diet Coke isn't any better for me. But I need to drink something and water doesn't always cut it. Also, I need the caffeine much of the time. But brr is it ever bad for the teeth...)
But the club soda with lime is surprisingly good, if one is not sparing with the lime. Maybe I'll drink more of that.
