No Way Norm Coleman Caller!

Political callers, whether robocalls or actual people, should be required to be unblocked for caller ID. Better yet, how about you don't call at all, but especially during the dinner hour.

Come ON! If I was thinking of leaning that way in Tuesday's vote, the call was definitely a push in the opposite direction. After all, Al Franken's lackeys haven't called yet.

I can't wait for next Wednesday!

Sigh

The issue with my job waxes and wanes on a regular basis...suffice it to say that after 8 years I'm damn burnt out there. It's almost worse that I like the people I work with...I may like them and the benefits, but I truly detest what I do for a living: it's not a bad job, it's just not my passion. Number crunching and such gets to be a sucking drain of energy for me. Ugh.

It's way worse when we have an argument at home for any reason, but now that that's over I can try to cope with work, because now is a really bad time financially for me to find something else: have to wait until after year-end at the absolute minimum. So between my work stress and his, this week was rough. And our anniversary is tomorrow...I can't wait for a relaxing evening with my husband at a fancy french resturaunt and hotel.

Aah...the date.

I Am

A giant ball of anger, frustration, and sadness. I hate hate hate avoiding issues. I hate the constant hamster-wheel of negative thoughts, the perpetual knot writhing in my belly (with corresponding ishy feelings), the elephant lurking everywhere. And yet at the moment I'm stuck here until acceptance wins or avoidance drives me over the proverbial end of my patience.

Ha. Patience. No one has ever accused me of having any of that, for certain.

Perhaps this is a karmic lesson in exactly that.

If so, I don't like it.