Life Update

Since we last spoke:

1. My job security has been threatened by the terminal illness of a doctor we partner with.

My clinic worked very closely with an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) doctor.  He sent us most of our patients.  He has since been diagnosed with throat cancer (the saddest irony), and has closed up shop. As a consequence, our business has dried up.  I figure I’ll be first to go since my coworkers consist of a lady who has worked here for over twenty years and a trained audiologist that sees most of our patients.

2. My other job was stolen from me by a co-worker who was hired months after I was.

It all started with her getting some of my work in the interest of “fairness,” but now she’s getting all the work and I’m getting the shaft.  The theory is that because she’s been placed on a temporary hold from her weekday job since the “season’s slow” that she’s getting all the cleaning jobs instead of me.  The problem with this is that she most likely was put on this hold because she’s not exactly a stellar employee.

I’m trying not to be bummed about this.  I don’t think it’s working.

3. I began training for a 5k.

This you may already know since apparently my fitbit has been broadcasting my progress (and also lack thereof) for the past few weeks.  Dang.  I should figure out how to turn that off.

The idea behind this was that I’d get in shape and do the Color Me Rad in Richmond.  Even if I’m not in perfect shape for the race, it should still be a lot of fun.

4. My great grandmother passed away.

She deserves her own post, but I just can’t talk about it.  I will say it was completely heartbreaking and I’ve been sort of cross and snippy with everyone since the funeral.

In short, I’ve been busy with life and….well, I haven’t been blogging.  I’ll keep trying to post when I can, but the focus this year is on trying to lose weight/run forever.  And not blogging.

Personal Prisons

What’s separating you from being you?

My answer is “me.”

My fears, my insecurities, an overwhelming sense of inadequacy–these are the walls of my prison.

I miss out on so much of life.  And that only makes it worse, because then I beat myself up because I’m missing out on life.

I fight my fear, when I can.  And that’s what counts.

So if you’re fighting something in your life, don’t give up.

So many people have overcome so much more than I have.  People like Jenny, who have overcome crippling social anxiety to become one of the coolest people ever.  She’s awesome.

My story isn’t half as inspiring as hers.  I’m not….

Oh, hell.  I’m doing it again.

Listen, just because your story doesn’t seem as good as somebody else’s doesn’t mean that you’re not dealing with something big.  Everybody has problems, and those problems are absolutely important to that person.

And sometimes, if that person doesn’t want to be a burden then they’ll convince themselves that their issues should be hidden because they don’t have it as bad as so-and-so.

Today is the day that we all write “LOVE” on our arms in support of those who are so trapped in their prisons that they can’t fight anymore.

You’re not alone.  Not in this.  There is help.

For those of you who have struggled, are struggling, or know someone who struggles–spread some awareness today.

Check out these people, they’re awesome: To Write Love on Her Arms


I feel like some internet meme somewhere. There should be a picture of me with the words “Has Netflix: watches nothing but Saturday morning cartoons.”

P.S. This is my feeble attempt to get back into blogging.  November and December were sort of a work and holiday induced trauma for me.  January has me feeling shell shocked.  I’m feeling more and more like myself again with each day, so things should go back to normal soon.

BRB, sickness and work.

I caught some sort of crud.  It’s a lot like a cold, but with a mild fever and dizzy spells.   I also have had to work every day this past week.  So between being sick and having to work, I haven’t had time to write anything.  Which sucks.

It seems like everyone is getting sick these days.  Let’s all take care of each other this sickness season.   Kleenex and Dayquil and cough drops all around!

I’m on the mend, though.  Although my body still seems to think that it should cough every few minutes (which I find ridiculous), I’m feeling about %90 better.  Hopefully I’ll stay on the mend, because…

…last Sunday officially started the “work month of hell,” in which I will be working nearly nonstop until after Christmas.  Some of this work may entail standing outside in the freezing cold for hours while directing cars around a magical forest of lights and half-lit reindeer.  So I may never actually be able to fully recover from my cold-dizzy-sickness.

But I will try to blog every Friday.   I will also try to be grateful for the influx of cash and not be resentful for the loss of all my free time.

Let’s talk about Music

My sister just got a new trumpet, so I figured I should talk about music today.   So, today (in which I am in Washington, D.C.), here are some random thoughts about music, bands, and genres from me.

Kill Switch. Wouldn’t that be a great name for a band?

I thought so.  And it turns out, I’m right.  The internet knows of two such bands: Killswitch Engage is an American metalcore band (no surprises there).  The second one is Kill Switch…Klick, which was an American industrial rock band back in the early nineties.

Apparently other countries have less violent switches.

I also find it really interesting that both bands produce rather abrasive forms of music.

It’s unfortunate that I don’t like any of their music.

I’m in danger of being flooded in chiptune music.  Which is probably going to make some people cringe, since chiptune isn’t refined like classical.

Sometimes instruments aren’t even involved.

What is involved is lots and lots of retro video game sounds.  Which is actually not exactly uncommon.

There’s a push for electronic music lately.  It’s more than a trend, it’s becoming the standard.  I’m really excited for it, but I’m willing to bet that not everyone is. There’s a rise of one-person bands (Avicii, Skrillex, Owl City, etc.) that don’t need anything other than a computer and a keyboard synthesizer to make awesome music.  That’s cool, but what about bass guitarists?  Violinists? Are they out of a job?

Short answer: No.  But they may have to work harder and try things outside of their comfort zones.

Case and point:

I love creative people.  They’re awesome.

I’m not sure what the future holds.  Part of the problem is that “good music” is subjective.  Everybody has different tastes.  I’m not sure how there’s a pop station.  My brother’s hardcore into rap, I’m into electronic, dad’s into country, mom’s into contemporary Christian.

I am sure that classical music will never be truly dead.  Those composers were genii.


I’m pretty sure I’ve been to at least twenty weddings over the past few months.  But not as a guest.  Oh, no.

I’ve not actually been a guest at a single wedding this year.

I work at a local vineyard on the weekends, and they do weddings.  Lots and lots of weddings.  So I’ve seen quite a few while I was working.

I think that being close enough to spot the bride and groom counts as attendance.

I’m going to see another wedding today.

The difference is that I actually know these people.  I’m still not invited, because I haven’t seen them since high school, but I could potentially run into lots of people who know me.

Normally, I’d be excited about this.

But I know these people from the dark ages known as “high school,” where I was a completely different person.

It feels like these people know some sort of hideous secret about me because they’ve seen me in my awkward stages of life.  And I know that if I see them, my impulse will be to regress to that awkward, uncertain person I was when I knew them.

Oh, the shackles of the past.  Maybe I’ll get lucky and no one will recognize me.

Mandatory Shameless Plug for Voting

It’s election day in the U.S.A.!  So go vote! It’s fun! It’s your civic duty! And you get a sticker.

Do it for the stickers.

If you don’t live in America, then I guess you get a pass.

I need to watch this everyday.

It is that good.


Okay, this is ridiculous.

Don’t just steal NaNoWriMo*.  I know you’re jealous.  It’s okay.  You can be jealous.  But please, we’re all bloggers here–we have an ounce of creativity among us.  We can come up with a new name.  I promise you we can.

How about “Blog-A-Day?”

OH WAIT.  We already have that.  HMMM.

“But,” I hear you say, “how are we to celebrate this glorious month of November if we already have a daily-posting thing?”

How about just point everyone to NaNoWriMo and say “Hey, maybe you should try writing a novel if you want to celebrate National Novel-Writing Month.

NaNoWriMo came first.  It’s going to be thirteen this year.  It also has a much better ring to it than NaBloPoMo, which sounds like you’re trying to say “No, blow porno” with your mouth full of spaghetti.  Which seems inappropriate on so many levels.

I’d be okay with it if it wasn’t exactly like Blog-A-Day. I would.  But the whole purpose is to steal some of NaNoWriMo’s thunder.  And I think we’re better than copying someone else’s good idea.

*My autocorrect thinks this word should be “matrimony.” Hee.

It’s Limeokapi’s first Halloween!

And since I don’t really do anything about Halloween, um….