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Monday, January 16th, 2006
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4:16p - Employment toolaroolah
Typed up 2 more cover letters today and will mail tomorrow with resumes, to 2 of the places that aren't actually listing any nurse jobs available, but may well be hiring some.
Applied on-line to a job in the PACU of Southern Maine Medical Center-- I'm probably grossly underqualified for that job, but it's been on-line forever, so we'll see if they're desperate enough to just take someone who hasn't ever worked in a PACU except as a CNA.
Feeling less sick. Applied big giant brain to the task of selecting OTC cough medicine. Stood in aisle at Rite Aid pondering such things as "will this make my secretions thicker?" and "do I really want to diminish a cough that is consistantly productive?" Essentially it came down to "can I live one more minute like this?" and I bought some pills for roughly what I make in an hour at the office. If someone waved a box of pills at me and said "answer the phones for an hour and I'll give you these shiney pills!" I would tell them to get stuffed, but as you can see, I essentially do that every day.
Talked to my mother. She called me yet seemed annoyed to hear me. Whatever. She did tell me that her own URI took over 3 weeks to resolve-- that's not unheard of, but gee, thanks for the cheerful message, mom.
At Target yesterday I was looking for a good insulated mug. I didn't find the one I wanted, so I was leaving and a product in the beauty aisle caught my eye-- a little mirror that magnifies your skin 10X. So you can, and I quote, "pluck the hairs you didn't even know needed plucking." Now, plucking hairs from one's face has everything to do with aesthetics and almost nothing to do with health. So, seeing the things you couldn't see and plucking them? What is the point of nipping these in the bud? Seriously, if you can't see them, you, who are leaning into a mirror, no one else can see them either, so you may as well, for the sake of appearances, let them be, not pluck them out so they can grow back with the approximate appearance and texture of a hairbrush bristle instead.
If it had said, "eases eye strain" or something that would make sense, but the emphasis was on all the hair you didn't know you had, as if each follicle contains a secret demon which must be exorcised at all costs. If I can't see it, and it's not killing me, I don't care.
Hell, for most of America, and most of the world, if they can't see it and it is killing them they don't care.
I changed my icon to Pippin-as-portrayed-by-Billy-Boyd. Fool of a Took is about how I feel lately.
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11:09p - CURTAINS!!!!
Today Bunya hung curtains in our room. They're navy tab-top panels.
The effect is amazing.
This is the bigger bedroom of the 2 in this house-- the other one now holds a table, a sewing machine, a bureau with yarn and one free drawer for the sister (that is in danger of being taken over by yarn) and the futon. It's a very nice, Zen-feeling room for crafts, reading, and, occasionally, napping. It gets the brightest and earliest of the morning sun.
This room now holds the bed, computer and desk, and another desk, and one bureau. It also has 2 closets, one of which has a kick-ass organizational system in it that was never properly used until the other week when we moved in here from the small room.
ANYWAY, there are 2 windows here that look out over the parking lot and they get the later morning/early afternoon sun.
So the curtains are AMAZING because for some reason they make the room seem so much bigger than it really is. It's like now you walk in and you see the curtains over the windows and you think
hmmm, look at that. I wonder what's back there.... space, perhaps. Or maybe floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over some kind of buccolic view... hmmm, I don't know, but it's certainly intriguing, in a quiet sort of way.
The bed is directly at my back, and it's made, which makes all the difference in the world. So there's this colorful around the world quilt on it, plus one cat, and then, right next to the other side of the bed, the curtains. The bed looks huge. It's the magical land of counterpane.
Seriously, if this is what curtains can do I'm all about hanging them on walls where there isn't even a window.
(Also, most of the walls in this room are a deep red, the one at the head of the bed is navy, and it's the same navy, by happy coincidence, as the curtains, which are perpendicular to it.)
Seriously, they're so awesome I keep turning around to look at them.
You know, when people post to livejournal and say "ha ha I'm on cold medicine" I alwasy think WHATEVER, no, you're really just that way. And I'm not sure at the moment what it is. In my case. But I'm keeping this. Curtains rule. Vote curtains!
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