Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Argh And Also Erg And Stuffs.

Ok, so there's supposed to be a post here. Yep, and it's supposed to be entertaining and such. Yep. Hmmm....by the way, you people are a hoot. I lurv my commenters. Blogger really needs to make it easier to respond by email cuz I feel like a total dork weed commenting on my own blog to reply to the comments.

So anyway, not much going on. There's some knitting and crocheting, of course, but nothing worth reporting on at the moment. I mean, yay, I knit one more row! Or, yay! I made another granny square that looks JUST LIKE the last 20 I showed you. Not exactly inspring. Also, is it bad that I am beginning to resent work? Cuz it sooooo takes away from time I could be knitting or crocheting. See, right now I knit during my lunch hour (I work while I actually eat lunch so I can have more yarn time) and I hate having to stop, put away the yarny goodness and go back to work dealing with people who whine. Every time I end up with a bitchy customer I can't help but think "Hmm....I could so be knitting/crocheting right now but nooooo" and I'm afraid it may come across in my voice.

Maybe I can have myself committed to the bouncy castle and they'll let me knit and crochet all day as therapy and then I can write a book about how yarn saved my mind and kept me from going totally mental. It will sell millions and then I can stay home to knit and crochet and write a book about how yarn and the previous book kept me from going mental. It'll be great. It would be a funny book too. Cuz dammit, I'm funny. Also, serious isn't in my DNA. That gene skipped me completely.

Is it selfish to want to stay home and knit/crochet all day and design patterns to make googobs of money? Or maybe not even googobs. Maybe just enough to, you know, pay bills and fly around the country stalking. Cuz stalking isn't crazy at all. I could go to fiber festivals and be an attraction! "Come meet Stalker Angie! She's totally batshit! You'll love her! Don't get your fingers too close to her yarn, she bites." I'll be in the stall between the sheep and the llamas. I'll be the crazy chick playing with yarn and rocking back and forth. There might be drooling.

So T thinks I am stressing myself out too much. I'm not sure where he is getting the idea really. So I get nauseated and lose my lunch daily. Doesn't everyone? No? Well damn. Part of it is worrying about money, the house, T's health, my health and not enough yarn time. The other part of it is work. No, I'm not stressed about work in the traditional sense. It's kinda hard to explain. Cuz I'm weird, that's why.

See, most people hate deadlines and they hate having 100 things thrown at them and they cannot abide chaos. I thrive on chaos. If you hand me 3 projects to do and tell me they are all 3 due in a week, oh and you need these 5 reports done by then oh and this customer has an issue you need me to help on, then my brain clicks into happy mode and I excel at my job. If I have to sit here with X amount of time between calls and very little else to do in between, then tell me I can't play with yarn on the clock, I go into stress mode. I cannot handle boredom at work. I feel like excess baggage. I don't want a lot of down time at work.

Also, I love the nit-picky shit. Don't hand me the obvious. I love researching issues and finding a resolution. I love when my yarn is knotted, too. I know. It's not contagious, I promise. When I worked retail and got over stressed, I headed down to accessories and got out the bin of tangled necklaces and worked on them until I was calm again. I play a lot of puzzle games. Not word puzzles, but visual puzzles. Mental puzzles. For a mental person. So yeah, I'm the only person I know that can be bored and totally stressed because of it. Now if they would let me KNIT OR CROCHET at my fucking desk, problem solved. But nooooooo we have to find new projects for me. *sigh* At least my supervisor cares enough to understand me and try to find new reports for me to do and find other projects nobody else wants.

So the point of all of this random rambling form the mind of a crazy person, is that T is trying to turn me into an alcoholic. Seriously. See, I'm not a drinker. If we go out to lunch and everyone orders margarita's, I'll be the one with the iced tea. Others drinking doesn't bother me, I just. Don't. Drink. I've been drunk maybe 5 times in my whole life. When T started having a lot of stress issues, the doctor actually recommended ½ - 1 beer a day. It says something when you go home, open the fridge and stare for a full 5 minutes before you yell, "There's beer in our fridge!" and the hubby replies with, "Damn, you are observant, baby." And you wonder why I marvel that I have let him live this long.

So anyway, stress, blah blah blah, bored, blah blah blah, alcoholic. T seems to think his "prescribed therapy method" (Yes, this cracks me the hell up everytime he says it) would work for me. I don't care for beer. I'm so over wine having worked in an import wine store and going to wine tastings all the time. Hard liquer is so not me. I'm flabbergasted by beer in my fridge. Can you imagine if I found Jack Daniels in the house? I might faint dead away. Or hell, I might cook with it. MMmmmmm. Oh sorry. So the solution he came up with is wine coolers. Ok, I can handle a wine cooler. I hope. I am gonna feel so damn stupid if I go home tonight, open a wine cooler (a wine cooler for fuck's sake) and get totally sloshed. From one.

Oh, and the reason I don't drink? I am a mean drunk. A seriously mean drunk. As perky and happy as I am sober, you get me drunk and I will punch people in the face for no reason other than I think it's funny as hell when I am drunk. This has been proven many times over. Drunk Stalker = Mean Stalker. Bad stalker. No yarn. I'll let ya know on Friday if T has become a battered husband. *cringe*

P.S For someone who didn't have shit to post, I sure can ramble.

15 comments:

chris said...

Ohhhh, I am sitting here at my desk at work with tears running down my face . . . you CRACK ME UP, girl! Okay, yes, I may also be easily amused, but DAYUM!

I can't wait to hear about how the Wine Cooler Therapy works . . . just hope that you can keep it down (I'm not sure I could -- they are vile.).

Kristin said...

Okay I am also laughing hysterically and it's kind of eerie that in addition to having similar relationships with out husbands we also have the same exact attitude about work. You really are a good stalker:
1) I have to be doing a million things at work to be happy. It is summer now and my cases have been sleeping for the past two months--zero activity, zero hearings, trials, phone calls, crises, motions, etc and I have been extremely stressed and depressed about work because of this. I know things will pick back up and thank god for knitblogs or I would literally be tearing my hair out.
2) Alcoholism takes a lot of commitment. I've tried. I lack the stamina.

Sachi said...

Lordy, woman. I think you're my twin.

susan said...

I think the whole alcohol thing would impede your fanatic-like devotion to details. Then again, when you're drunk you wouldn't really give a shit, would you? Bet your knitting would be super shiny. Love!

erin/pinkerbell said...

see when we all go out , my friends always make sure I'm not the DD because I apparently entertain them with my drunken antics.

I'm trying to think of an alternative (and legal) alternative for you...

Tina said...

You might go with a hard cider (there's apple and pear that I know of). Hornsby's is really good. very beer-like, without the gross beer flavor.

Knitting Granny said...

Good luck with that wine cooler. I don't drink either, but not because I get mean(er). Because I really really don't like how it makes me feel. I agree with you completely about work - I'd much rather have "too much" to do than not enough. I sent you an email re/drinking in Wyoming. Hope you enjoy it.

janna said...

It's been so long since I had too little to do at work that I don't remember how it affects me. I wish I could send a little your way -- maybe then I wouldn't be working on 'work projects' while I'm supposedly on vacation!

catsmum said...

God I SO understand where you're coming from. Unpicking/untangling stuff is good for the soul. So is tidying the stash or in moments of dire need, the wardrobe.
I don't drink either... can't stand the taste of wine / coolers / spirits / beer ..plus I'm a control freak so I don't do anything that would put out of control. When I'm in a situation where I really NEED to be holding [and occasionally imbibing] something alcholic, I go with Bailey's Irish Cream plus ice and a lot of milk. yummmmmmmmmmmmmmm Kahlua and milk/ice is nice too.
I've changed my blogger id cos there's tooo many Susans around here

EarthAmi said...

Well we could be mental twins. I'm pissed at work as well and for very similar reasons, my whinning customers are teachers. I really think productivity could go up if I could knit more at work. As it is they make fun if I bring it with me to office lunches. :P

I hope you get more work soon and can destress without beating people.

Ami earthami.livejournal.com

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Karen said...

You and I would get along great - my job is the same way - WHY CAN'T I KNIT AT MY DESK? the time between calls here is excruciatingly long and I sit and surf the web and read blogs about knitting and instruction about knitting and window shop for yarn. I want to go home and knit all day long :-)

carma said...

I'm so glad I'm not the only mean drunk in the world (I have on more than one occasion told Erin I hated her while drunk... NOTHING could be further from the truth).

Yeah I hardly drink either. That's the Boy's job.

And Erin's, she isn't kidding about the amusing drunk antics.

:)

Cookie said...

Can ya'll write off the booze as a medical expense? ;^)

How about those chocolates with alcohol in them?

Julia said...

I'm not a big drinker either, a couple of beers, a glass of wine, NO hard liquor, can't take the stuff. Dad was a lifelong alkie so I have that overcompensation control thing going on. Slow at work is soooo hard. I can knit in meetings, but that's about it. How's the Oct 14th thing comin'? I have lots of time to plan weekends.