Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends…
If you are a regular visit to my cyber living room, I consider you a friend. And if everyone who drops by regularly donated $5 a month, I’d be in pretty good shape right now. For those of you who still have jobs, who can afford to spare it, I’d love your help. And please, if you can’t afford it – don’t donate! It makes no sense to move funds from one struggling person to another.
My PC, I mean. Chris replaced the motherboard and the fan, and put in a great big new honkin’ power supply. He kept showing me the innards and trying to talk to me about core temperatures and heat spreaders, and I said, “Uh, is there any special reason you’re showing me all this? I already believe you that the heat sink is properly seated.” Really, I just care if it works.
“I just want you to know I did everything right, but the core temperatures are all the same and they shouldn’t be. I can’t figure it out.”
Tonight we checked them and they’re all fine. Hallelujah. Thanks to everyone who helped. It really sucks, not having a job.
Did you ever throw out something you really, really need because you thought it was a spare?
My friend and I were stuck in southbound Beltway traffic — which, if you’ve ever driven to D.C., you know how bad it can be. It was a hot summer evening, and we’d already been sitting still for a half-hour, and to amuse ourselves, we were singing along to music. “You know what I have?” I said.
“No, what?”
“5th Dimension’s Greatest Hits!” (We shared a mutual love of Seventies pop. He even liked Barry Manilow – and not in an ironic way, either.)
I turned the volume all the way up and C. and I jumped out of the car, dancing and lip-syncing to “The Age of Aquarius”, “Sweet Blindness” and everything else. Then, as the traffic finally started to move, we got back in the car and turned the volume down.
If only life had more moments like that.
I’d left the cottage I rent for vacation (although it was much larger in my dream than it really is) and I had to return because I forgot something. While I was there, I saw several small fires in different parts of the place, and patted them out with my hands. A group of career women were arriving to stay there and I was thankful that they couldn’t smell any smoke.
Note: I think this is the first time I’ve ever had a dream about fire. Usually I have lots of water in my dreams.
What a waste of gas. It was a part-time job in a telemarketing boiler room.
“You knew I was only interested in a full-time job. Why did you bring me in?” I said to the owner.
“Well, you said you were interested,” he said.
What a jerk. And they all wore matching golf shirts and visors. I haven’t seen a get-up like that since I was 15 and worked in fast food.
She’s very nice, the first visit took an hour. I talked to her about my thyroid and asked if she’d feel comfortable taking over the monitoring. She said yes, and asked why. “Well, you know that personality type that endos have?” I said.
She snickered and said, “You mean ‘asshole’?”
She was actually more current on the newest thyroid range than the endocrinologist, is open to alternative treatments and has been in practice for 20 years. I told her I really don’t like to take medicine, and I avoid radiation as much as I can, so if she wants me to take something or have a test, she needs to convince me there’s a really good reason. She didn’t seem to have a problem with that; I think I’m going to like her.
Turns out the practice has been open for almost two years, but the hospital system refuses to advertise it. (Which is why I never heard of it before.)
So the strange primary care physician I had down the block has closed down his practice, which saved me the trouble of leaving. My chiro says nobody knows why he’s leaving; I said I wondered if he was going to jail, and the chiro looked at me. “No, really, he was convicted of assault,” I told him. I looked it up; he’d maced a couple of teenage boys who’d thrown a landscaping sign on his lawn.
I picked my medical records up last week. Now what? My neighborhood is not exactly known for attracting top medical talent.
Coincidentally, I had my acupuncture appointment the next day, and my acupuncturist started raving about the bright young doctor who’d recently moved into the area. So I got a business card, made an appointment and I see her tomorrow. Yay!
Really cranked up the treadmill today. Everything hurts.
On the bright side, I have two job interviews this week.
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