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Fear and Loathing

Jan09
2009
Rob Written by Rob

Long week. Long, tense, stressful, on edge week full of fear and loathing. Please let it be over.

The good news is that the business did great in November. The bad news is that virtually all of those invoices, due at the end of December, remain unpaid. So this week I’ve been playing the hardass with my clients, reminding them that the holidays are over and that, well, it’s be kinda cool if they could – oh, I dunno – like pay their bills and stuff. At this writing, I have assurances that the big check is going out today and that the runner-up at least has been approved, if not actually cut and out the door yet.

Kristi’s situation is pretty much what it was earlier this week. She passed a handful of her fails, and has spent the week flying under the radar, barely leaving her classroom, waiting for inevitable call or email summoning her to the dark room with the metal chair and bare swinging light bulb.

It hasn’t happened. She hasn’t heard a word about the OMG-WTF-EMERGENCY-OMG that caused her to spend her entire holiday break obsessively worrying about losing her job.

We think the entire issue may have fallen off the radar, a small crisis quickly overwhelmed by a much bigger one: the California state budget fiasco. I don’t plan to get into the politics here on R&K – it’s enough to say that Sacramento better get its act together and fast. Else, the state runs out of money in February, and then all sorts of hilarity follow. There’s a lot – a LOT – of frantic discussion right now over how to keep the schools open without state funds, should the budget deadlock continue. So we’re thinking that right now, 17 failing students aren’t the highest priority.

It’s not all worry and uncertainty here. We’re at the start of Q1 for me, which tends to be (by far) my busiest and most profitable time of the year; I have several regular clients and work coming in. Kristi teaches a core subject mandated by Federal law – thank you, George W. Bush – and she’s respected and well liked by her peers. We’re both healthy and somewhat financially solvent. For the time being, we’re holding it together.

Oh – and the bookshelves are done, waiting now only for a truck to drive them over to the house.

We’re having an unplugged night tonight. We both desperately need it.

NEWS: – There’s a new Members Only item, involving good friends of ours and some exciting news that we can finally talk about. If you’re already registered at R&K, log in and find out all about it! (And if you haven’t registered yet, why haven’t you?)

Posted in Everyday Life

The Rhythm Of Everyday Events

Jan05
2009
Rob Written by Rob

It’s back at work today. And last night for a change it was my turn to be the insomniac. At around 1am I’d been tossing and turning for two hours, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake Kristi up – she absolutely needed a good nights sleep before going back to school today – so I quietly slipped away to the guest room and spent another hour tossing, reading, turning, counting sheep, tossing, reading some more.

Eventually I got to sleep.

The last few days around here have been stressful, mainly just because we both have had a lot of anxiety over what awaited us each on our return to work. As I write this, I haven’t heard from Kristi about the situation; right now I’m taking no news as good news. I’ve been sitting here trying to get some answers regarding where $6K in outstanding November billing currently sits, and getting various answers.. not bad news exactly, just a lot of people slowly getting their acts back together after the holidays.

Speaking for myself – and this may change within the hour – the stress is down again. Situations haven’t changed. Work still needs to be done. Risks haven’t disappeared. Uncertainty hasn’t abated. But I think a lot of my stress personally just comes from being disassociated with the everyday rhythm of events. Good news, bad news, dammit, I just want news. It’s being sidelined with only suspenseful thoughts and not being able to do anything about it that drives me mad.

I’m feeling like I’m getting back into the rhythm today. It’s a good feeling.

Now just waiting for Kristi to get home and to tell me just what the heck transpired on her end today.

Posted in Everyday Life, Work

Folding vs. Hanging

Jan03
2009
Rob Written by Rob

The other day, as the holiday break began to roll towards conclusion, we had a lot of laundry to do. A LOT of laundry. And so we spent all day on Thursday just running load after load after load of clothes through the cleaning mill. Kristi then spent Thursday night folding and sorting, because she knows that if I’m left to do it, everything will end up crammed-crumpled into whatever drawer is closest.

So yesterday we went out to run a few errands, and because my wife insists that I go outside in clean clothes – rather than my native custom of throwing on whatever’s left on the floor from the night before – I went looking for one of the new sweaters her parents gave me for Christmas. Confusion and hilarity ensued.

“Babe, where’s my sweater? The new brown one?”

Yelling from the bathroom. “It’s in the basket!”

“There are two baskets!”

“It’s the FOLDING basket!”

Uh, okay. Both baskets are “folding”, collapsible laundry baskets. So that doesn’t help.

“Babe, I’m looking in the basket of shirts and pants. It’s not here.”

“It’s in the FOLDING basket! The FOLDING BASKET!!”

“It’s NOT HERE.”

Then she comes stomping into the bedroom. “See? TWO BASKETS.” Point: “FOLDING.” Point: “HANGING UP.”

“But that one’s shirt and pants. And that one’s, like, underwear and socks. Why would my sweater be in the underwear basket?”

“TWO BASKETS! FOLDING! HANGING UP! FOLDING! HANGING UP!”

“But..”

“YOU NEVER HANG UP SWEATERS.”

“But..”

“FOLDING!”

“But that’s the underwear-and-socks basket..”

“ARGH!!! FOLDING! HANGING UP! FOLDING! HANGING UP!!!”

“But..”

“OH – this is SO turning into the next R&K entry. Cheese and rice.”

Sure enough, though, the sweater was in the bottom of the underwear basket. Odd place for it, I still think.

Posted in Everyday Life

Snore

Jan02
2009
Kristi Written by Kristi

To sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
–Morose Hamlet

My husband is asleep.  My dog is asleep.  One cat is staring at me as if I’m a lunatic to still be awake and the other is curled up on the couch, usurping the dog’s favorite snoozing spot.  And me?  I’m awake, recovering from yet another migraine.  The drugs help but leave me either completely wiped out or unable to sleep.  So here I sit, watching Cops at 1am because it’s either Cops or Little House on the Prairie.  Isn’t that the biggest juxtaposition in TV?

I’m not looking forward to going back to work next week because I’ve been carrying around that last day for the entire break.  I’ve dealt with it better this week than last but I don’t feel like I’ve had any respite from my brain being in overdrive.  Night time is worse than any other and I play out conversations in my head over and over and over.  What could happen.  What did happen.  What was said.  What wasn’t said.  What I should do.  What I shouldn’t do.  Fighting my most primal urge to bolt.  I don’t like it.

I should try to sleep.  The story of my life.

Posted in Everyday Life, Work
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