The Pleasantly Boring Week So Far

This week has been relatively boring, which is actually a good thing.  I’ve found that life gets loud again soon enough.  Being stuck in a rut can be a great experience.

The Universe Is Out To Get Me bit started over the weekend and reached its peak this afternoon.  Even it wasn’t exactly a catastrophe.  Just annoying.  I’ve registered with a local staffing agency and was sent an online assessment for MS Word and Excel.  The tests were timed, which isn’t usually a factor in my performance.  These tests, however, became quite the thorn in my heel.  First, getting the bleedin’ things was nearly impossible.  A week after I emailed my contact information, I still hadn’t heard from the admin. assistant.  I phoned her up, and she was quite surprised, saying she had sent the tests much earlier that week.  I’ll certainly allow that as a possibility, but my guess is she either forgot to send them or sent them to a different email address.  In any event, they popped in to my inbox only a few minutes after that phone call.

The email contained a link to the online assessments as well as password and username information.  At the bottom was a notice that, if you were disconnected for whatever reason during the test, you could resume it by pressing the link.  It also warned that this could only be done once in a 24-hour period.  I assumed the time constraints were set in place only if you got disconnected.  Unfortunately, I was incorrect in my assumption.  Two days after receiving the online tests I logged in to take them– the login information had already expired.

I phoned the local office *again* thinking about the lovely impression I must have been making on my potential employer, and the information was emailed to me again.  No more than ten minutes after receiving the message I signed in to take the tests.  After completing the first test, I was promptly dismissed by my computer.  The connection was lost.  Muttering angrily to myself, I set off on the 36-mile drive to the University I attend.  But wait– the tests required MS Word and Excel *2003.*  The University labs have 2008, and the newer version would not work with the testing service.  Lovely.

Never one to accept defeat, I packed up my trusty laptop and began boldly blazing the trail.  (Isn’t alliteration fun?)  Then the shoulder strap on the laptop case broke, sending it careening spectacularly to the wood floor of the lounge at my house.  I’m not joking– the metal connector thingy literally broke in half.  But, to be very optimistic, at least it broke in my house as opposed to on campus.  To be even more optimistic, I’m now sitting in the campus library after having completed both tests and receiving high marks on both as well.  Not a bad end to what was definitely a more frustrating process than it should have been.

In other news, I’m preparing for a therapy visit next week.  I go to a subsidised clinic, as the sessions only cost $5 there and my funds are a bit low.  The American healthcare system isn’t set up like the NHS, but oddly enough, the wait to see my therapist met NHS standards– ten weeks.  😉  So much Stuff has passed through my mind in the past 10 weeks that I’m not at all sure where to begin.  We’ll have to do some internal searching about on that subject.  In any event, it will be good to actually speak with someone in a therapeutic environment again.  I’ve had this really odd and somewhat uncomfortable feeling lately.  It’s not something I have a word for quite yet, but I’m hoping we can suss that out with the therp’s help.

Do you think about what you’d like to talk with the therapist about before you go into the session, or do you prefer to see how things work out as you go along?  I’m never sure what the most helpful course of action would be.  It’s something we all have to figure out for ourselves anyway, I guess.

As you can likely tell from the somewhat useless information in this post, not a great lot is going on with me at the moment.  Or at least not a great lot that I can conceptualise.  To end things on a funny note, though, I saw something yesterday that I’d never seen before.  I went to a local park to study, and from a distance, it looked like a grey cat was sleeping on the table where I typically sit.  Upon getting a bit closer, I saw that it was a squirrel lying on its side, little hand tucked just slightly under its head, almost napping.  Hilarious.  If I’d been toting my camera, a picture of Mr Lazy Squirrel would grace the pages of this blog today.

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Guilty

Who- or What- ever rules the Universe sometimes seems to have a laugh or an infinite amount of laughs about me.  As I wrote in another post, I had a bit of trouble with bulimia at one time in my life.  When I wrote that post I still felt somewhat optimistic that I could stop this eating disorder bit in its tracks and go on.  Not so much this time.  I’m really good at complicating my own life.

A few minutes ago I realised my stomach was growling.  Then I spent half an hour standing in front of a pantry trying to find something I could eat without feeling like the most disgusting person to walk the earth.  I really have gained weight, but something tells me this isn’t the way to handle the situation.  Mind you, I’m not sure how I *should* handle the situation.  I’m counting every little calorie and fat gram that enters my body, and I’m walking four miles a day.  Last week I gained two pounds.  Something doesn’t add up there.

Isn’t it great when you think you’re doing what you should be doing but not getting the right results?  Maybe I should join some sort of medical trial.  That’s it.  I’ll join a medical trial for skin cream or something.  The skin on my face turning blue would definitely take the focus off my weight.

Humour helps with any situation, including handling an eating disorder.