The most intelligent and insightful person in my life has given me an opinion of what he sees going on. Yet, until i see it myself, i don't want to believe it.

I think it is because, despite what it may seem, i have faith in people until they show me otherwise. Usually, once i see that i cannot and should not have that faith, i am crushed. I don't want to believe that people can be "that" way and i don't always deal with it well.

I work with someone who suspects the worst at all turns. There must be something "shady" going on; there must be a negative ulterior motive. I find myself in the sadly pathetic position of feeling judged negatively for a result that is less that stellar when intentions were merely earnest or out of pure concern.

Luckily, said person does not feel that way about the individuals we serve. In fact, just the opposite. So much so, what could be valuable data and ultimately, any assistance we may be able to offer, is lost because it is frowned upon to report the actual truth if it is negative.

Thank you, my intelligent, insightful and wise husband. You have been patient and understanding. You are sweeter than you allow most people to see and i am ever grateful that i am one of the few that gets to.

Thank you, too, for allowing me to hi-jack this post so i could bitch about a bitch before wishing you the happiest of birthdays.

Happy Birthday, (e:Uncutsaniflush).

Now that i work in Kenmore, i have tried to make sure i don't speed and i have slowly gotten to know what side streets between Military, Elmwood, Delaware and Delaware have lights so i don't wait forever to make a left hand turn.

I have a landmark on Elmwood that will forever be the street in which the "Mike Visco Rite Aid" is on.. because it has a light.

Hope the new job is going well, (e:Mike)!

Since my usual work week begins on Thursday (3pm - 11pm Thursday, Friday, Saturday; 7am - 11pm Sunday, pass days Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday), i will be unable to attend any American Thanksgiving dinners.

I missed Canadian Thanksgiving, too, because no one at work would trade shifts with me so i could go to Canada.

But, i eat poultry now.

So, we decided to make a turkey today. A day early. My first time. But, i do have basic kitchen/cookery knowledge so i won't be serving (e:Uncutsaniflush) (who says, "it's going to be wonderfuls") and i a rare bird or anything equally beginner moronic.

Photos may follow.

I haven't posted a journal in a little while. I wish i could say it's because my life is busy and exciting. Alas, it is not.

I have been on a small journey of self discovery. Finding out what is more important to me and how everything fits into place. Balance is difficult, but with more practice, i might just get there.

Getting used to wearing glasses again. The first pair i had to take back. Too heavy and the little nose thingies gave me sinus headaches. Got a slightly less fashionable pair, but i love geek chic, and they are much better. I have had a few wobbly moments going down stairs and such, but i got used to the bifocal bits quickly.

Going to a diabetic education class was mostly a good thing. Knowledge is power. Was very much looking forward to the meal planning aspects of it, but i think the dietitan was having a 1950's moment, despite the fact that she only knows about that decade from the sitcoms. Meat and two veg anyone?

Despite that, i have crossed over to the dark side. I eat chicken and turkey now. And i am getting all kinds of reactions...

Since my last class, i have been feeling under the weather. Then, i got sick and worked my crazy compressed schedule and on my 3 days off lost my voice.

I go back to work today, needing to have a talk with my boss. Hope she understands croaking....

To reflect my old age. Confirmed by an optometrist today. Bifocals. Damn.