queenlyzard

Not a fan of making New Year's resolutions.  I know myself well enough to realize that whether or not I'm going to do something is hardly, if at all, affected by my making a commitment response on the subject.  I already blew my one kinda-resolution yesterday, and I do have one more resolution, but it isn't really a New Year's one-- and that is to keep up better in my book journal.  I've been making that resolution for ages now.

Instead, I'll do a list of things I'm grateful for this New Years, since I really need to focus on that.


- I'm grateful for my friends and family.  Got several lovely phone messages today wishing me a happy one.

- I'm grateful that, apart from my teeth, all my body parts are in (relatively) good working order.

- I'm grateful as hell for my psychiatric medications; without them, I'd be too overwhelmed by all the bad stuff to even notice the good things.

- I'm grateful to live in a wonderful house in a beautiful neighborhood in a part of the country that I love, where I didn't even need a coat today.

- I'm grateful for wonderful books, and for the fact that I'm good at reading them!

- I'm grateful for all the little things that make me happy, and for good chocolate.


OK, that's my happy post.  You'll get the cranky one later.  Don't worry-- it's funny :)

Methods considered to keep everyone at my job from noticing the missing front tooth:

- Wear plastic vampire fangs to work (my roommate's suggestion.  I'd do it, too, except I can't find any that fit decently at all and they're hard to talk around).

- Wear a really daring mini-skirt and heels so no-one actually looks at my face.

- Dye my hair bright pink and spike it or something-- again, draw attention away from the mouth.

- Attempt to blend into the woodwork completely and just be invisible.

- Pretend to be a mute and conduct all business through hand-signals and written placards.

- Pretend I have no idea what anyone's talking about when they ask.  "What missing tooth? What are you talking about?"  or "Are you crazy? I've always looked like this!" (This one appeals to my mean streak.  I almost wish I could pull it off with a straight face).


Methods employed: none.  *sigh*  Actually, it isn't too bad.  I'm more embarrassed by how I sound than how I look (my favorite curse now comes out "zun of a bish" and please don't ask me to say any phrases with more than one "f" or "s" in it).  There have been a few godawful moments when a customer's smile slips momentary when they see me open my mouth... but on the whole, everyone has been really nice about it.  The first day I think it did affect my ability to be charming (say what you will, but being pretty is a serious asset in customer service work), but by now I think I've gotten the knack of a cute smile that's just a little bit self-conscious... and then people are friendly to me the way they are to shy kids.  Mostly the only thing I mind at this point is that it's still somewhat uncomfortable to have the teeth on either side poking me in the lip all the time!  At least I can eat solid food... and drink tea!


Work went really, really well today.  The day flew by, everyone wished me happy b-day, and the assistant manager bought us all fancy drinks from the cafe.  Which was nice.  Because on the way home, my darling car decided she doesn't like her muffler very much.  The darn thing has come loose and is hanging down almost to the road.  Yay-- yet another thing I have to 1) schedule and 2) pay for.  And I just asked them to increase my hours at work while I'm out of school, too.  Fat lot of good that will do me if I can't get there.  (Yes, yes, bus, etc... more expense, and more time.  *grumbles*)


I think I may just take three classes this coming semester, and none of them math or science, on account of I don't have the energy to go through placement testing right now.  That will make next year ugly, though...


Don't worry-- I'm actually in a much better mood than all this grumbling suggests.  Dinner does wonders for my state of mind.


I'm going to go see if I can get my bed back in working order-- ie, take off all the junk so I can put the sheets back on.  I've been sleeping in the guestroom which is where I stayed while my roommate was out of town just after Xmas (because Baxter is a big baby who won't sleep by himself, and my bed is too high up for him to jump onto).  The guestroom has these sheets made out of bamboo fiber, apparently.  They are the softest thing ever, a texture halfway between silk and flannel.  I crave a set of my own.

Er... right.  Off I go, then.  TTYL!