Another work rank

I'm sorry to keep doing this, but I have to get this out somehow...

( You don't have to read...it's therapy...you probably shouldn't...of course I could code it Private...but I'm being irrational and I don't want to... )

and oh yeah, Chad Lindberg's going to be at Chicago Con 08.

ETA: Okay I'd originally posted this as private cuz I didn't want my mood and reaction to the Chad announcement to squash anyone else's squee. But I guess I wasn't alone in my ... meh... reaction. Again--remember I do like Chad--I guess I was just kinda expecting him to be there--so to me, it wasn't news.

I really like Chad and I'm glad he's going to be there. But all my reactions right now are colored because of work. So it's like...okay I kinda assumed Chad would be there...he's always there these days. Don't waste my time.

Don't mind me. My squee will return shortly. And I really DO like Chad and will be really glad he's coming once my anger settles. If I could bitch to my hubby right now I would to get rid of this

Work Dumpage: Update (and it's better folks)

Nothings changed except I've vented all over the place, my son and I went to KFC for some deep fried fat, and ... wait for it... and OMG you will not believe how desperate I was ... I am now drinking vodka mixed with fruit punch crystal light. Because I'm all out of *any* other kind of mixer. It's kinda gross...but effective. I was a little heavy handed with the vodka part of the drink cuz I figured I needed it a) cuz work sucks, remember? and b) um? fruit punch crystal light???

Hubby consoled over the phone and said he'd be home early. Daughter let me rant a bit (also over the phone). Son condescended enough to give me what I used to call a "timmy-hug" back when he was like ... um ... short. Now, of course my head barely comes to his shoulders....weird.

And reading about upcoming Comic Con also helped.

Just a few days ago I was actually watching a couple of SPN episodes with my daughter (yes, the one that rolls her eyes at my obsession--I think she was humoring me.) We watched Long Distance Call and Time is on My Side.

Remember in Long Distance Call when monster-o-week had Sam tied to the chair? (*pauses to enjoy the image*) um...okay I'm back. Anyway, in that scene MoW says how we're all so connected but never so isolated or far apart or something. My recent work experiences caused me to vent to Hubby tonight about how it's *never* worth it to devote so much psychic energy and/or your life into work, because in the end it's meaningless and, in a strange way, not real.

But then I thought about online friends. And fandom. At least fandom should fall in the "not real" category. But it doesn't feel not real. Despite the long distances and the fact that I can't just call someone and say, "let's go out and get drunk cuz I'm mad as hell." Online friends can feel as "real" as friends who live 2 miles away. Certainly more real than a lot of work-based friendships which are, again weirdly, in a more artificial environment than fandom/online is to me.

Am I making any sense?

Am I totally crazy? (never mind about that last question, I don't really want to know.)

And you know, I'll totally blame the vodka.

And no I haven't yet posted to Monster.com. But I am almost done with the resume, except for the description of my current job. I'm so f'ing mad at that job than I'm not sure I can do a professional job at describing it. And if I don't post the resume tonight, I'll be so cooled off in the morning I likely won't post it.

And Hubby just called, he's on the way home and offered to pick up fresca so I won't make myself sick on this red stuff.

Oh and thanks to everyone who pointed me in the direction of some new icons. But while I was purusing and saving, I didn't think to save an "angry" icon. Preferably one of Dean. Anyone got one (or two, or three)?

And now for something totally different..

appopro to nothing ... I love Monty Python references. *nudge, nudge, wink, wink, you know what I mean? you know what I mean?*

Anyway as most flister's I'm sure have heard ad nauseum from me lately, I'm spending a lot of time on eBay. Yesterday I went so far as to organize (yes, I said organize) my saved searches so I can keep an eye out for the SPN cards I still need.

In the proccess I did a little updating on some of my original saved eBay searches back when my uber-obsession was genealogy. Just ask my daughter and watch the eye-roll again. I'm talking years of obsession, 500 years of family history and two 300-500 page family history books printed and sent to family. And I'm not even talking about my genealogy related photograph quests.

So I have some older eBay searches for two small towns on the east coast where two of my main ancestral family is from. These two small towns are 300ish years old and produced a heck of a lot of postcards for their towns considering how small they are.

Because they are small, it's not unknown for ancestral family members to show up in these postcards. I've found and acquired a few like this that are amazingly terrific.

Well I haven't looked at those eBay searches in years because I'd mined dry all the available unique cards.

But this is the weird and amazing part. After 2+ years of NOT LOOKING and only because I was updating searches because of my SPN card obsession, my older eBay searches started re-sending me email notifications today.

And guess what was the first email I received? Another, brand-new-to-me, 1910 postcard of my family's hotel in this small town, when one of the family members standing next to a horse-drawn cable-car like vehicle.

OMG, I SO WANT this!

And then also a wooden carve out model of another family-run hotel in the other small town.

See snaps below.

( under the cut... )

Work Dumpage Update: The Second (getting better still)

My savior has arrived!  Hubby!  With a HUMUNGOUS sized bottle of vodka and 3 cases of fresca! 

Me:  Yeah you're home! And you brought Fresca!
Hubby:  You ain't seen nothing yet.
Me:  ?
Hubby:  *walks back out to car and returns with huge bag of vodka and Fresca!*
Me:  OMG. I *LOVE* you!
Hubby:  *smirks* The way you've been going through this, I figured you'd need more.
Me:  *grins*