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Stress monkey

February 23rd, 2006 by cowgirljules

What a packed week it’s been. Everything has had to fit exactly into its little slot in fifteen minute increments, and by Thursday, it’s gotten to me. All I want to do is veg, brain dead in front of some (taped) Olympics.

I haven’t got anywhere on the job opening except leaving a voice mail for someone. I need to verify that my work experience can count as training before I go and drop a lot of money and time to take a test, in case I’m not qualified to do it after all.

I had to spend four hours driving back and forth to Sac for a two-hour meeting, and was late picking up the kids. They didn’t mind — they just ate their dinner at the dojo, but I was stressed out and therefore not responding too well to learning new things on the floor. The black belts working with me recognized that I was getting pretty flustered and frustrated and backed off with instructions on exactly what to practice at home. Won’t work people be surprised when they walk on me in my office and catch me doing a parry-circle block or walking back and forth all duck footed.

This weekend’s going to be full with the business and getting that job stuff finalized. Maybe. But at least I?ll get to sleep in a little.

I believe that this is exactly the kind of time that I need to break out the yoga DVDs, but when?

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Possibilities

February 18th, 2006 by cowgirljules

I was tapping into the ol’ grapevine yesterday, because I’m starting to feel just a wee bit nervous about remaining employed. Oh, I’ve worked on a year-to-year basis for nine years now, so I’m somewhat used to it, but the writing on the wall is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

Some tagger’s sprayed it all over the side of my office, in fact; “STRT LOKING — 2OO7 GUD YR FOR UNEMPLOYMENT!!1!” Hey, he’s not a speller, but it’s very artistic.

So I was talking to my usual County contact, the one whose groping I patiently put up with during my thin years, conducting conversations while backing around a job site in circles while my working guys snickered or got defensive for me. He doesn’t stand quite so close any more, possibly because I’m no longer hot, but that works for me.

And he let slip that the water guy’s thinking about retiring, and my ears perked up so hard that my hat flew off. I picked it up off the ground and started prying. See, I’m extremely qualified for that job — maybe overqualified, but it would get my foot in the door. My mind started whirling with the potentials of job security and salary reductions.

I talked to him a little more when I was wearing my operator hat later and doing a little consulting on our new operating system (man, the things they forgot by not getting the operators’ input in the first place!) He’d obviously been thinking about it some more, because he warned me that it’s entirely likely that I’m way overqualified for the job. The County might want to hire someone who can fix toilets and sprinklers rather than someone certified to actually take care of the place legally. He says he’ll try to talk them into it; after all, then they wouldn’t have to contract with us to do the operation, and I could get all of the backflow preventers in compliance under salary too. I can turn sprinklers on and off too, and do a little plumbing if I have to.

So he said to get my application in with the County. I was browsing the web site looking for the classification for the job, and stumbled across something even better. It turns out that I can probably go test with the State for a (sorry, excuse my degooglefication) R3gistered 3nvir0nmental H3alth Sp3cialist, which has a standing position open until filled. That makes me think that they don’t get a whole ton of applicants for it, and it even pays better than my current job.

The work would actually be very similar to what I was doing when we were really rolling, although I’d have to expand my horizons a little bit. I’ve never worked in food production, for instance, although my Ag degree could come in very handy for that. I looked into it, and about half of the test is stuff that I’ve done daily for years. The other half, however—specifically the math and epidemiology—I need some work on. I wasn’t that strong on math in college and I’ve let it slip since then.

So I went looking for a review class, and found one. Don’t you know though, it was last weekend. Of course. I don’t believe that I’ll be ready for the next test anyway, but I may aim for the summer one.

First thing to do though, is to call my contact at the County who does this, and is actually one of the supervisors for the position, and ask him what the job is like. I’m not really sure that this is something that I’m fully qualified for or that I want to do, but talking to a real person should sort that out. I have my stack of applications all ready to go after a lot of research last night — isn’t the internet a wonderful thing?

One thing that gives me pause though, is that my business will most likely be considered a conflict of interest and will have to go. I would have some major regrets about losing that business, as I have a ridiculous amount of pride in it. Getting the business put together contributed a lot of the training for this position. But it’s too related to this job, and government agencies are really sticky about that. It’s walking the line to have it with my current job, and it’s less related to that.

So if I do this, I’ve got my steps all lined up in order on a sticky note. Am I ready to jump ship? It is undeniably going down, and I am one of the last rats on it. There are a whopping four of us in the office these days. And I do need to keep my kids fed, and I suspect that a stable, professional job might just be a better way of doing that than a lower-paid blue collar job. I think I could enjoy this work too.

Wow, doesn’t seem like much of a decision at all when I put it that way, does it? OK, then we’ll see if I’m qualified. I think I am — let’s see if they agree with me.

Onward.

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Surreal moments in dating

February 16th, 2006 by cowgirljules

OK, so I successfully broke up with the horseshoer. Although it really is time for him to stop calling me, because he’s rapidly sliding up the scale to annoying. Makes me sure that I made the right decision though, even if I was callous about the timing.

So, back to the dating thing.

My friend Big Jeff, who isn’t the most socially aware guy in the world, still has his personal ad up even though he’s seeing someone. Such a guy thing to do. But he got an email from a chick who’s really into hunting, and somehow he got to talking to her about me. We’re rare enough around here that women hunters really stand out, even to a man who’s partners with one (it might not be so strange in the Midwest, I don’t know.)

And he told her he’d have me email her, and lord help me, I did. And how very strange THAT was, emailing a woman from the internet. It’s hard enough to start a conversation with a guy, but I don’t interact with women all that much or that well, so this was doubly surreal.

She seems cool, and even more into hunting than I am. And it might be fun to have a female hunting partner, and I bet both she and my houndsmen friends would get a kick out of her joining us next year.

She gave me her phone number after a couple of emails though. Hell, what am I supposed to do with that? I don’t even talk much on the phone to my life-long girlfriend; I’m not going to be very good at making idle conversation with a new one. Is this what women do when making new friends? I have no idea. Men are easier. Glad I don’t pitch for the other team.

 

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Haikus in celebration of someone making me dump them on Valentine’s Day

February 14th, 2006 by cowgirljules

Why has he not called?
Must know something’s up
Get this over with

Don’t want to date you
Unhappy Valentine’s Day
Makes me look like ass

It’s not you, it’s me
Relationship too much now
I’m just not ready

Can I think of more
Stereotypical lines?
I’ve had enough now

And, on a different note:

Dog getting nipped now
No more chasing the ladies
Let’s try to behave

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I think that’s enough of that

February 13th, 2006 by cowgirljules

I think I’m going to call it a day with the horseshoer.

I actually did on Friday when he came up to see me, but then we got to talking and somehow ended up still seeing each other.

I don’t know what it is about him, but I have been more mentally unstable with this guy than ever in my life, and I don’t like it. This relationship had the potential to be fun, but now it’s all just weird, and it’s way too soon to be committed to dealing with weird. I’m not completely adverse to having a relationship in the abstract; after all, I did just fine with Sarge, but it’s not going to be with this man. I’m just not into him enough and I don’t see any reason to keep beating this dead horse.

So tonight after karate, I’m cutting the cord. He had a weekend to think about it too, and he sounds awfully subdued when I talk to him on the phone, so I’m betting that he’s thinking the same thing. He did point out that he may just not be the man for me, and I think that’s true.

So, next.

But on a positive note, I did spend the whole weekend getting my taxes done, and that’s a relief. Too bad I wasted a gorgeous weekend to do it, but at least it’s done.

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Well, how ’bout that?

February 9th, 2006 by cowgirljules

Well, what do you know?

I was assuming that his silence yesterday was sulking, although my friend told me to at least consider giving him the benefit of the doubt that he was just giving me some space like I’d asked.

So when I called him last night, I have to admit that I might have had the tiniest chip on my shoulder and was expecting to call the whole thing off.

But he wasn’t sulking. He was trying to back off. And we had a perfectly nice and frank conversation without one single passive-aggressive word in it about how we each are and how we’re going to relate to each other with our differences.

I’ve never been this high-maintenance in my life, so it’s come as a little shock to me that I’m dealing with a man who will work with me. I’ve never had that before, but then, I’ve never really put most men to the test. Even if I didn’t mean to be testing him, he seems to be rising to the occasion admirably.

This relationship may be worth exploring after all.

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I think I may have run off another one

February 8th, 2006 by cowgirljules

I’m really close to walking away from this one, and it’s not the separated thing that’s getting to me either.

No, it’s the passive-aggressive bullshit that’s chapping my hide.

I’ve been more than up front with this guy. I haven’t made him guess about what makes me tick; I haven’t played stupid games that he didn’t know he was playing until he lost. I have told him straight up more than once to slow down and mellow out, and instead of just doing that, he’s tried to make it into a huge joke as if I didn’t mean it.

I told him that him telling me that he missed me all the time was making me uncomfortable. So his solution was to tell me that he didn’t miss me repeatedly. Yeah, that’s much better dude. I don’t care if he’s falling into this relationship faster than I am, but it makes me nervous to hear that all the time. So when he did it again last night, I laid it out for him again. He insisted that he wasn’t pushing me — OK buddy, whatever, but if I’m feeling pressure then you damn sure are.

So I guess he got his feelings hurt, although I wasn’t harsh at all. I just asked him to please cool it on the overly affectionate part. I pointed out that I did like him, or else I wouldn’t tell him what was bothering me; I’d walk clean away. I guess he didn’t like that because he hasn’t called all day today. He’s either sulking or he’s got the message and is backing off and leaving me some room. I’ll call him tonight and see which it is, but if he’s sulking, then that’s enough of that nonsense. I can’t abide a man that fawns all over me and then gets offended when I don’t love it. I have no respect for that kind of man.

I’m not talking about a little attention (because who doesn’t like that?) but the constant smothering is just not how I work. All of my favorite relationships have been with men who expressed that they liked to be around me but didn’t rub it in all the time. Maybe some women like to be drowned in attention, but I’m not one of them, especially not at this early sort of stage.

It’s too bad, because when he cuts it out and just acts like himself, I really like him. I’ve given him more slack than I have some other men and that’s because on the surface, he is my type. I’d like to go riding with him, or fishing, or just generally hang out and have a good time, but I don’t have any intention of sitting around during the day mooning over him and it really creeps me out if I think he’s doing that to me.

I won’t lose any sleep over it if I walk.

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I don’t know which way I’m going to jump

February 5th, 2006 by cowgirljules

Man, have I spent the last 24 hours rolling back and forth on emotional waves.

I called him last night to talk about this some more. He spent quite some time telling me things that are none of my business, and which ordinarily I would have shied away from discussing, at least in this stage of a relationship. I wouldn’t have needed to know the details of the death of his marriage but he needed to tell me, so I listened.

He says, and I believe him, that he’s not married in his heart or mind. Only on paper. And coming from someone just recently separated, I would be cynical and not believe him. But it’s been seven or eight years that he’s had nothing to do with her. This isn’t some guy claiming to be separated and still going home to his wife every night. This also isn’t someone genuinely newly separated and carrying all of the emotional time bombs that go with that. This is just a guy whose marriage was over and done with years ago but is still tied up in the paperwork. Everyone our age has flaws and this is his. It’s a biggie, but the question is if it’s a deal-breaker, and I just don’t know if it is yet.

His reasons for not actually getting divorced sound a little thin in the air, and even more so on paper, but they’re his reasons and they make sense to him. I suspect that inertia has a lot to do with him staying in the state he’s in, but mostly it’s a fear of getting taken for everything he has, and that’s not irrational on his part. Grouse, I know you don’t think it’s a grey area simply because of that piece of paper, but I do. I just don’t know how grey it is to me just yet.

He says that he understands my confusion, and that if I choose to walk away, he will understand. He wishes I wouldn’t, but he says that he doesn’t want me to compromise my own morals over him. I’ve never been one for having guidelines that are written in stone, but this particular one evolved out of painful experience. This isn’t the same situation that caused me to make this rule in the first place but it can look like that from the outside.

Do I want a relationship that I have to feel a little bit ashamed of? Do I have any reason to feel ashamed of this one at all?

Are his friends and mine going to lose respect for me, or don’t they care? Can I shake other people’s impressions and just enjoy myself with a man that I like?

Do I really want to go back to being so very lonely when there’s a man who cares for me right over there? I was really looking forward to having some fun with him this spring; do I really want to give that up over a piece of paper that seems to mean more to me than to him?

Am I just asking to get myself hurt again if I go on with him? Of course, that last one has nothing to do with him being married — any man I let get close to me will hurt me.

All of these things are rolling through my mind one after another. I’ve asked him not to call me for a couple of days to give me some time to sort it out in my own mind. I’m not doing a very good job of the sorting. I’d like for it to all go away, but that’s not going to happen. Or to learn to accept it and just go on, and I may jump that way. It’s hard to put my foot down on a rule that I’ve made for myself simply out of practical experience.

Honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do here. If I’m going to get out of this, now’s the time to do it before anyone gets their hearts involved. But on the other hand, I do like him and he makes me feel appreciated and cared for and safe and that’s pretty damn valuable, especially after being starved for so long.

Craaap.

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It ain’t easy, is it?

February 4th, 2006 by cowgirljules

OK, traveling for work = boring. You really don’t want to hear about it and I’ll just get all pissed off if I write about getting lost and driving for miles looking for a damn restaurant late at night and ending up in a very seedy neighborhood and the god damned train station and being ever so glad to finally find a Lyon’s that reeked of urine, so I’ll just not mention that.

No, we’ll get right into the trainwrecky good stuff.

George Strait concert last night, right? The one I’d asked the horseshoer to go to waaay too early in the relationship and then waffled over having made a rookie mistake?

The concert was actually great. Whoever told me that George just sits on a stool and sings and doesn’t put on a good show is a bald-faced liar, because he walked around to all four sides of the stage. Every three songs. And the crowd would stand up when he was pointed at us, and sit down when he wasn’t, but since I’m not a twenty-something any more, I’m fine with acting the old fart. Which went well with the old fart I was with.

He still won’t tell me how old he is and I keep revising my estimates upward. He asked my age and said that I was too young for him and still wouldn’t tell me, so I’m guessing there’s a good twenty-year gap there, which is stretching it for me.

But that’s not the latest hang-up. No, he dropped a bomb on me before the concert that really makes the single woman cringe, and I haven’t decided which way I’m going to jump yet.

Yes ladies, he’s still married. Lovely. Granted, he’s been separated from his wife for five or six years, but he’s still not technically divorced. So he’s gone and made me break my personal moral code of not messing with married men and the somewhat more minor code of staying away from red-flag waving separated men. Married men are an obvious no-no, and separated men just tend to be emotional black holes, but this deal is sort of a grey area.

Do I treat it as the intent? He hasn’t lived with her for a long time, and pays alimony and all that, but says that he stayed married so she could have the insurance and because divorce was too expensive. That right there rings my horseshit bells, because I myself had a $120 divorce and bought my own damn health insurance. He says she’s batshit crazy too, but if I had a nickel for every ex-wife I heard referred to as nutso, I’d have a bag of nickels. I take that shit with a great big ol’ grain of salt.

And y’all, I don’t know that I’ve really gotten to the real red flags yet here. This guy seems to be getting way too attached to me in way too short a time and I’m not headed that way just yet. Someone’s feelings are going to get hurt, and they damn sure won’t be mine. I tell him to back off, that I’m not ready to dive into a relationship just yet and I think he’s just nodding at me and then charging on in. But there are times when I think it sure would be nice to have a boyfriend, and this guy would do a pretty good job of it.

So I don’t know. I guess I’m waffling again. Gah, I’m even annoying myself!

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