Sunday, November 09, 2003

Well, crap. I just lost my post in mid-type. I hate it when that happens. Oh, well, I guess I'll just try and recreate it.

I was saying that my apartment smells like bathroom cleaner and it's giving me a headache. I noticed this morning that my tub had regurgitated something reminiscent of raw sewage, and it has taken all day and nearly a gallon of Liquid Plumber to clear the clog. It finally let loose at about 9:00 this evening, so I had to clean the tub so I can get up and shower in the morning. I think I got a little over-zealous with the Scrubbing Bubbles, due to the fact that I totally did not want any of that sludge touching my skin at any point. I just hope that the tub cleaner isn't reacting with the drain opener to form some toxic gas that will kill me in my sleep. :^/

I went over to the Creeches' this afternoon, and now my resume can be viewed on and I'm hopeful that I will find something new and groovy, job-wise, soon. There's at least one other site I want to place my resume on, but that will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

I'm finally going to be able to contact the head of the ministry that I mentioned I wanted to start volunteering with. I hope to get hold of him tomorrow and set up a meeting. I've already been informally associated with them for a while now, but feel a conviction that I'm supposed to be doing something more. I'm a little apprehensive because of that whole "unknown" thing that we fear so much, but I really feel that this is a direction that God is leading me in. I hope the ministry head feels that way, too, and that we can work something out where I can be of use.

I am so looking forward to going in to work tomorrow (sarcasm intended). I have described our office to friends as being like "a great big pimple that's all red and sore and ready to pop." (I hope no one is eating while reading this. :^) Friday a bit of "lancing" took place--some of the other girls "called a meeting" with our supervisor's supervisor. I was not invited to go along because, as one of the girls later told me, apparently the other girls think that I am an office "snitch", which, btw, I am not. In any case, I've pretty much ceased caring what those girls think of me--they're gonna think what they want, anyway. I actually started to feel better physically once I reached this conclusion. Maybe I am making my peace with leaving there. Hopefully, this is God's way of preparing me for the better thing He has around the corner for me. I just know that I cannot waste any more emotional energy on trying to fit in or caring what my "image" is in that place.

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