Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Rx: A Little TLC

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I've been better. Seriously. I'm dealing with a lot of stuff that I'm in no mood to deal with. I haven't had a lot of sleep since I moved into this apartment. There's a teenager, the kind who wears "Death" tee-shirts, living directly above me, and the boy slams, bangs, and stomps into the wee hours a lot of nights. And a lot of nights, I can't even sleep in my own bed. Instead, fed up around 1:00 A.M., I get up and stomp off to sleep in my guest room. This is unacceptable. I've mentioned, in a very nice, tactful way, to the landlord that there's a lot of noise above me, but so far, nada. This is the same landlord who advertises this complex as safe, clean, and QUIET. Bullshit.

I'm dealing with unforeseen problems at work, too. I'm beginning to get a real sense that my boss may have some issues with unrealistic expectations. Lately, it seems that there's been no pleasing her. Obviously, I can't quit since I'm now a single woman with rent to pay. That doesn't preclude me from looking around, though. And I am. And there's always the specter looming of her firing me in a fit of pique. I knew going in that one of my predecessors (and they are legion) had been fired and rehired at least twice. I did NOT know that her current secretary had been fired for a period of several months and then rehired. I can plop myself down in the middle of some real doozies of situations, can't I? Lord, Lord. I spend a lot of my time redoing stuff that one of the other paralegals just can't seem to get the hang of when my own workload is back-breaking. I usually work straight through the day without a break and still never get caught up. It's crazy.

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There's other stuff going on, too, but I don't need to lay all that on you. Suffice it to say that if I had a mood ring, it would definitely be dark right now. Well. I do know that there is no luck except that which one makes for oneself. My task, should I choose to accept it, is to change and improve my luck. PDQ. First thing on my agenda is a healthy dose of pampering and self-indulgence; i.e., TLC.

I'll be voting after work today and then tuning in occasionally to see what the election returns are looking like. It'll be interesting, that's for sure. Not particularly exciting, but interesting.

13 comments:

g-man said...

A therapeutic massage?
Herbal solutions?
A lucky Lotto winner?
Shrimp and Lobster?
A hot date?
All of the above?

Serena said...

Piping hot corn muffins with butter and jam might have done the trick, but I had none. So yeah, I'll settle for all of the above.:)

Mona said...

(((HUGS))) Serena. I wish you Good Luck in whatever you do!

This too shall pass...

Serena said...

Thanks, Mona. Yeah, this stuff always passes. Sometimes with great difficulty, like a kidney stone, but it passes.:)

Skunkfeathers said...

Unnerstand, Serena: life goes on, whatever the politics do (at least so far).

Too bad I don't live above you; you'd never hear me ;)

Get to feeling better now, y'hear?

As for the election...the voters spoke. Not the way I did, but the decision was larger than any gerrymandering attempted by ACORN to manufacture. It's done. My side lost. There's always the mid-terms in '10.

And therein will be a definitive judgement by the voters on President-elect Obama's first two years, just as they judged Clinton in '94, and showed disapproval of Dubya in '06. Voters can constitutionally convey their thoughts when they have a mind to.

However it goes the next two years, said the zen master, "we'll see..."

Again, you git to feeling better ;)

Serena said...

Skunk, right about now I'd love a neighbor who isn't heard after midnight. It was off to the spare bed for me at 2:30 this morning. Something's gotta give.

Yes, it looks like the voters have spoken. Either way it went, it would have been historical. Now, all we can do is ... see what happens. And, as you say, there's '10 coming up to test which way the wind is blowing.

/t. said...

CONGRATULATIONS USA!

CONGRATULATIONS SERENA JOY
for your elections
&
for getting your comments working!

¤ ¤ ¤

/t.

Bilbo said...

Sorry about the upstairs neighbor. Many years ago, I lived in a cheap, one-bedroom apartment in Denver, and I called my upstairs neighbors "The Squeakbangs." Every night they'd chase themselves noisily around the apartment before jumping into their old, creaky bed. And then I'd be treated to a lengthy chorus of "squeak-bang-squeak-bang-squeak-bang." How much worse would it have been in the age of Viagra?

NYD said...

Play show tunes or 70's disco very loudly and very early in the morning to wake him out of his slumber. If that doesn't work, you can always Krazy glue his front door lock.

puerileuwaite said...

Aside from drilling peep-holes into the flooring, and finding ways to constantly run into you in the halls, I'd do my best to be a good upstairs neighbor. At least until you let me move in with you.

Serena said...

It was quite a momentous day for the US, /t. Sorry about the wonky commenting yesterday. I didn't even know it wasn't working 'til someone e-mailed me. Looks like it's okay now.:)

Bilbo, I don't think you want to find out the answer to the latter-day Viagra question. LOL.:-)

Either of your suggestions could work, NYD. And they'd probably work far better for me than, say, just shooting them. Bullets are, after all, expensive these days.:)

I think a good guard dog would work very well in this situation, Puggy. I know I'd think twice about disturbing someone with growls coming from their place.:)

Corn Dog said...

Oh dear. I am wringing my hands. I wish I could help. I have weapons. Does that help? I have a biting dog that just bit me when I tried to put on her sweater the little yap. I wish better things for you. You deserve much much better. Sorry about the long absence. Fell down the rabbit hole. I have the vision of me being the only one with bad luck.

Serena said...

Aw, Corn Doggie, no hand wringing necessary. I had a bad day. Now I'm good to go. When I stop and look around me at all the things in my life that make me happy, I quit sweating the small stuff. I will, however, keep in miind that you have weapons you're willing to lend out. Hey, it's so good to SEE you! Sorry the little yapper bit you. What on earth got into her?! You take care of yourself and come around when you can.