Domestic Geek

I forgot to mention this, but yesterday my supervisor was hinting about something happening in two weeks. He said something about help coming for the archiving part of my job. I couldn't get him to elaborate, though. Am I being given more responsibilities? Will I get a raise? I don't know and it's driving me mad!

What sucks is I can't pester him all next week about it because he's going to be on vacation. Dang it!

Keep your fingers, eyes and toes crossed that it is a raise. A big raise.

I've got an idea in my head for something I'm working on and I'm ready to bang my head on the wall.

I'm sure it can be done, I just haven't figured it out yet.

I wish I was a CSS guru instead of just a really good hack. Hmph.

An old friend from college (who is a little older than I) told me a few years ago that when I passed 40, my life would get way better. She told me that it's like a magic age where all of a sudden the petty crap that plagues you earlier in life just doesn't matter anymore. It's when you start to discover who you are and really begin living life. You reprioritize (is that even a word?) what's truly important.

Honestly, I didn't really believe her.

Now that I'm less than a month away from my 41st birthday, I finally see what she meant. I don't dwell on piddly stuff like I used to. I've taken an attitude of, "Hey, this is who I am. Take it or leave it. I really don't care what you think of me." I'm starting to find that stuff is less important than experiences (except for computer stuff, that is!).

Granted, having been blessed with finding a man that loves me and sticks with me no matter what has been the most wonderful thing that could've happened to me. I can totally be who I am with him and be totally comfortable. I am grateful for his strength and his wisdom. He truly is my soul mate. I pity women who are afraid for their fellas to see them naked or without their makeup. I can not imagine being in a relationship where you can not discuss things and have intelligent conversations. How sad that some partners can not even show their true selves.

I still have a lot of negative self-talk and chatter that goes on in my brain, but more and more I'm recognizing it for what it is and trying to let it go. I have lots of big plans for me in the near future. I'm finally beginning to believe I can make them a reality.

So, I had that previous post almost all typed up, was just putting a few finishing touches on it before I was going to hit Submit and "poof" — the power went out. I really need to replace the battery in my Universal Power Supply. I've also misplaced that cool LED flashlight that Dave got me for Christmas. I remember last using it to take a look inside my G5, but darned if I can remember where it went after that. Grrrrr. I'm sure it had something to do with record-setting heat here in Denver today. Of course, it went out for about an hour, so I missed the end of the Bronco game. Thank goodness for the Internet to tell me that we won over the SF 49ers 17–13. Whew. I mean, I know it's only preseason, but you've got to get the season off on the right foot, especially when you're playing the team that knocked you out of the playoffs last year.

Now that it seems the power is back on for good (it went out again shortly about five minutes after it first came back on), I guess I'll try to head to bed.

When I was leaving late for work on Friday, I saw that a bunch of kids were standing at the bus stop on our street. I was thinking to myself that it was kind of early for them to all be going back to school already. I mean, it was only August 10th. Well, I checked the Aurora Public Schools web site when I got home from work and it turns out that school actually started last Tuesday. WTF? What kind of craziness is this? Do kids only get two months off now?

What's truly sad is they seem to spend more and more time in school, yet learn less. I don't get it.