The Infinite Web
Jun. 22nd, 2021 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgallerySince I had so much trouble getting to sleep the night before, when I woke up at 3, I just crashed next to Lady Miss Friday. Felt pretty rested, but I did make a to-go icedish decaf for the road. I found stellar parking again, and was there early. The homeless young lady that often sleeps in the foyer was there, but didn't say anything. I don't feel comfortable approaching people, but I want to find out if there's a way she can get help. Bassically, next time she asks for money, I'll bring it up. Carl swooped me up to get us in with his key card around the corner, asked how my weekend was. It was very diverse. We didn't even end up needing his card, because a car went in front of us and we scooched under the gate. I always feel like Mystique sliding under the door as she flips off the guards. I had a minor error, but was lucky enough to be in a position to fix it. Probably. There was something at the end of the day yesterday about needing to prioritize claims, because the JCC notified us that only claims tagged in the next couple days would be counted in this fiscal year. Then they let us know today that they really meant today was the last. I have no idea what any of that means, but I got the message. Unfortunately, there's not much for the claims processors to do, since the claim has to go through two more individual's increasingly in-depth reviews before coming back for us to tag it. On the off-hand chance we could, I emptied my claims from the Queue. I could probably have done more of everyone else's, but I'm trying to make more work-life balance, and that kind of means not cookin' on 3 burners to get ALL the work done when I have things I need to do. If I'mma say I love this job because it gives me work-life balance (among other things, obv) I do need to actually keep a work-life balance. I got the eservice for tomorrow done so far, had a pretty easy drive home. I kept thinking I was forgetting something or I should do something on the way home, but other than getting my tires looked at, I'm good.
Julian had texted me that he got an interview at Sprout's on Thursday, so I think we've got a shot. Lady Miss Friday came out and meowed the second I walked in the door. He said she'd been meowing all day. I've said it before, but I'm so glad I thought to ask for a gradual return, even if in asking to look after her codependency I was subliminally asking for mine. And I'm so happy they're open to thinking about continuing this and overjoyed that we're almost thinking of solutions before they present us with problems. I used to think I could twist probabilities by sheer force of will. I can't think of any examples that wouldn't be a coin flip at worst, though. We'll see what happens here. Not only would my continuing to work from home make both me and Lady Miss Friday *very* happy...actually, wait. There's that line from Florence + The Machine's "Too Much is Never Enough." "And who decides, from where up high, I couldn't say "I need more time?'" I will almost certainly outlive Lady Miss Friday. There is a finite amount of potential time together and the more I work from home, the more of that I achieve. I'm probably not going to go to my usual extremes and become a hermit. Probably. Anyway, not only would this be great for us, but it would give Julian more freedom in his employment. It would be a big win. And the idea that it was a flat "no" before my explosion cracked it still blows my mind. The web of timelines is breathtaking.
I worked on getting my journal caught up, well aware of how important it is to keep on top of it. But I also read transphobes for filth and got into it with a gent trying to make a false dilemma between Capitalism and Communism as practiced. Him I at least managed to contain myself with and stay focused on the journal. Unfortunately, It was a long, complex day without my session, and the session itself was extensive. Just a lot to sort through. I got to a place where I didn't feel done, but I could have called it done. I took a break to sit with Julian for a bit. That felt appropriate after everything we just went through. We watched some Youtube Music, landed again on the *STELLAR* video for Keep Moving, by Jungle. All of the dancer's natural diet is clearly scenery. I thought again about Patrick talking about dance class, and offering to teach them here, or even joining Steezy and take class with them or learn basic pieces. I know Julian is a big fan of mine. Like many others I've known, he'd go to concerts, not so much because he wanted to see the artist, but because he wanted to watch me see the artist. But while I liked the song, it took longer for me to become an acolyte. So now we watch it in a feedback loop, with both of us loving how much the other loves the video. Eat your heart out, Roxy.
Terry asked Julian to go to the store with him, and asked me how many handles I wanted. I explained I'm not drinking right now, but I figured maybe some snacks would be nice. I went back and did a little more work on my journal so I wouldn't be fooling myself to say it was finished, even if it could be better. When they came back, Julian had bought some veg sushi for me, even though I only get it on sale. It's fine, it was sweet. And he said Terry tried to buy me vodka. I know Julian wanted to sleep with me, but on Tuesdays, when I have to be in the office and away from Lady Miss Friday all day, that's a no-go. We'll work on getting them acquainted ASAP so he can join us
Julian had texted me that he got an interview at Sprout's on Thursday, so I think we've got a shot. Lady Miss Friday came out and meowed the second I walked in the door. He said she'd been meowing all day. I've said it before, but I'm so glad I thought to ask for a gradual return, even if in asking to look after her codependency I was subliminally asking for mine. And I'm so happy they're open to thinking about continuing this and overjoyed that we're almost thinking of solutions before they present us with problems. I used to think I could twist probabilities by sheer force of will. I can't think of any examples that wouldn't be a coin flip at worst, though. We'll see what happens here. Not only would my continuing to work from home make both me and Lady Miss Friday *very* happy...actually, wait. There's that line from Florence + The Machine's "Too Much is Never Enough." "And who decides, from where up high, I couldn't say "I need more time?'" I will almost certainly outlive Lady Miss Friday. There is a finite amount of potential time together and the more I work from home, the more of that I achieve. I'm probably not going to go to my usual extremes and become a hermit. Probably. Anyway, not only would this be great for us, but it would give Julian more freedom in his employment. It would be a big win. And the idea that it was a flat "no" before my explosion cracked it still blows my mind. The web of timelines is breathtaking.
I worked on getting my journal caught up, well aware of how important it is to keep on top of it. But I also read transphobes for filth and got into it with a gent trying to make a false dilemma between Capitalism and Communism as practiced. Him I at least managed to contain myself with and stay focused on the journal. Unfortunately, It was a long, complex day without my session, and the session itself was extensive. Just a lot to sort through. I got to a place where I didn't feel done, but I could have called it done. I took a break to sit with Julian for a bit. That felt appropriate after everything we just went through. We watched some Youtube Music, landed again on the *STELLAR* video for Keep Moving, by Jungle. All of the dancer's natural diet is clearly scenery. I thought again about Patrick talking about dance class, and offering to teach them here, or even joining Steezy and take class with them or learn basic pieces. I know Julian is a big fan of mine. Like many others I've known, he'd go to concerts, not so much because he wanted to see the artist, but because he wanted to watch me see the artist. But while I liked the song, it took longer for me to become an acolyte. So now we watch it in a feedback loop, with both of us loving how much the other loves the video. Eat your heart out, Roxy.
Terry asked Julian to go to the store with him, and asked me how many handles I wanted. I explained I'm not drinking right now, but I figured maybe some snacks would be nice. I went back and did a little more work on my journal so I wouldn't be fooling myself to say it was finished, even if it could be better. When they came back, Julian had bought some veg sushi for me, even though I only get it on sale. It's fine, it was sweet. And he said Terry tried to buy me vodka. I know Julian wanted to sleep with me, but on Tuesdays, when I have to be in the office and away from Lady Miss Friday all day, that's a no-go. We'll work on getting them acquainted ASAP so he can join us
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