Damn It
Friday was one of the shittiest days I've had since I started my (current) job back in February. GC instruments not cooperating, maintenance and troubleshooting a bitch, and come to find out, all of the work that I did to try to alleviate the problem was fruitless. Instead of peaks and valleys, I have straight lines. Very straight. Damn it.
Right now the afore mentioned instrument is running again, this time using the second column, which so far is working nicely. Unfortunately, I'm running analysis on extracts of fish tissue (carp, flathead catfish, channel catfish, walleye), which will undoubtedly trash that column to the point of necessary replacement in the near future. If the lipids in the fish extracts don't clog the column, the concentrated sulfuric acid in the samples will eat it up. Yay.
My only consolation right now: I'm listening to Plans, the new cd by Death Cab for Cutie.
In any case, it was a pretty good weekend. On Saturday Trish and I took Des to get a psychic reading for her birthday, and then we went out for dinner and drinks. All three of us ended up being able to get readings, and I will say, it was amazing. Aluuna is her name, and she is the one who I really wanted to see at the Kansas City Psychic Fair a while back. This woman knew things about me that I've never said out loud...things that I never even wanted to admit to myself. Tears were running down my face in a matter of minutes. I won't go into all of what she said (nosey, nosey!), but she did say over and over that I have to learn how to ground my emotional energy. I need to meditate or do something that will release the feelings of grief, pain, resentment, and anger that hang around my heart like the humidity in a Kentucky summer.
The Hub and I went on a drive yesterday, to get out of the house and to go check out some real estate closer to my work. It was nice, and we actually ended up finding a house for sale that is more in our price range than the one I was originally in love with (of course). Both houses have 5 acres; neither has a basement (one is an earth-contact home and the other is set on a 4' concrete crawl space area); both have windows above the kitchen sink; both have open floor plans; both have garage/workshop buildings; both have creeks running through the land; and the Hub would have to change jobs for either one of them. Pros and cons, I tell you. While I would like a basement, both of the houses kind of compromise the idea. House #2 is newer, is off of paved road, has 3 bd/2 br, will include all appliances, has a gorgeous deck, has a small fenced-in area within the plot of land (for the doggies), has more storage space, and has more square feet of living space than our current home. House #1 is rustic, has the most amazing sun porch I've ever seen, has nice landscaping, has other out-buildings besides the garage, has a better plot of land, and isn't very close to any neighboring houses. House #2 does not have a porch (only a deck); is right next door to a small, fenced-in horse "pasture" (they have some beautiful horses, but the ground is bare and muddy, and there are dead horseflies in alarming numbers caught in between the window screens and glass....ew); and has no landscaping (not even a shrub) around the house. House #1 needs new interior paint in several areas, only has one bathroom (and because it's a berm home setting on concrete, we'd have to cut into the concrete to install the drainage/plumbing for a 2nd bathroom--can you say pain in the ass?), is missing a garage door, is off a dirt/gravel road, has higher property taxes, has less storage space, and has fewer square feet of living area than our current house.
Truth be told, it's not as if we're going to be moving any time in the near future (that I can tell, anyway). However, it's always nice to know that there are options if things work out for possible relocation. All I really would like is for the Hub to not worry so much (no matter where we live or what the situation), and for him to have a job that he doesn't mind going to every day. To say the least, the people he works with and for are assholes. There are a scant few who he can tolerate, but by and far the majority are total pricks. A few in particular are especially shitty, and unfortunately the Hub's supervisor is one of the worst. If only I can get some of his hair....
Right now the afore mentioned instrument is running again, this time using the second column, which so far is working nicely. Unfortunately, I'm running analysis on extracts of fish tissue (carp, flathead catfish, channel catfish, walleye), which will undoubtedly trash that column to the point of necessary replacement in the near future. If the lipids in the fish extracts don't clog the column, the concentrated sulfuric acid in the samples will eat it up. Yay.
My only consolation right now: I'm listening to Plans, the new cd by Death Cab for Cutie.
In any case, it was a pretty good weekend. On Saturday Trish and I took Des to get a psychic reading for her birthday, and then we went out for dinner and drinks. All three of us ended up being able to get readings, and I will say, it was amazing. Aluuna is her name, and she is the one who I really wanted to see at the Kansas City Psychic Fair a while back. This woman knew things about me that I've never said out loud...things that I never even wanted to admit to myself. Tears were running down my face in a matter of minutes. I won't go into all of what she said (nosey, nosey!), but she did say over and over that I have to learn how to ground my emotional energy. I need to meditate or do something that will release the feelings of grief, pain, resentment, and anger that hang around my heart like the humidity in a Kentucky summer.
The Hub and I went on a drive yesterday, to get out of the house and to go check out some real estate closer to my work. It was nice, and we actually ended up finding a house for sale that is more in our price range than the one I was originally in love with (of course). Both houses have 5 acres; neither has a basement (one is an earth-contact home and the other is set on a 4' concrete crawl space area); both have windows above the kitchen sink; both have open floor plans; both have garage/workshop buildings; both have creeks running through the land; and the Hub would have to change jobs for either one of them. Pros and cons, I tell you. While I would like a basement, both of the houses kind of compromise the idea. House #2 is newer, is off of paved road, has 3 bd/2 br, will include all appliances, has a gorgeous deck, has a small fenced-in area within the plot of land (for the doggies), has more storage space, and has more square feet of living space than our current home. House #1 is rustic, has the most amazing sun porch I've ever seen, has nice landscaping, has other out-buildings besides the garage, has a better plot of land, and isn't very close to any neighboring houses. House #2 does not have a porch (only a deck); is right next door to a small, fenced-in horse "pasture" (they have some beautiful horses, but the ground is bare and muddy, and there are dead horseflies in alarming numbers caught in between the window screens and glass....ew); and has no landscaping (not even a shrub) around the house. House #1 needs new interior paint in several areas, only has one bathroom (and because it's a berm home setting on concrete, we'd have to cut into the concrete to install the drainage/plumbing for a 2nd bathroom--can you say pain in the ass?), is missing a garage door, is off a dirt/gravel road, has higher property taxes, has less storage space, and has fewer square feet of living area than our current house.
Truth be told, it's not as if we're going to be moving any time in the near future (that I can tell, anyway). However, it's always nice to know that there are options if things work out for possible relocation. All I really would like is for the Hub to not worry so much (no matter where we live or what the situation), and for him to have a job that he doesn't mind going to every day. To say the least, the people he works with and for are assholes. There are a scant few who he can tolerate, but by and far the majority are total pricks. A few in particular are especially shitty, and unfortunately the Hub's supervisor is one of the worst. If only I can get some of his hair....
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