Making the ‘Goddess’ an official moniker

November 5th, 2007, 1:26 PM by Goddess

So I had this bright idea last week, that I should get licensed in my field. Because, hell, I’m looked at as the designated “expert” on certain topics anyway, so why not actually get the piece of paper that justifies it?

The problem is that in order to get the license I want, I have to be licensed in something else. The test alone for the first license is six hours; the test prep materials alone are hundreds upon hundreds of dollars. The second test seems easier — at least, I do know the subject matter fairly well — but again, money money money.

But it’s all an excuse. Not that I’m rolling in dough (trust me, the output is starting to exceed the input again), but the real thing that is knocking off my frog socks is the fact that whoa, I’m investing in this career. That I’m officially sucking it up and saying I’m going to be a goddess of this particular field. Which is kind of exciting, actually. But still — wow. This is my equivalent of getting married and having kids — I’ve actually got a direction to go in now.

My boss loves the idea, BTW. Which puts on the pressure to follow through with it. And I know it will make me exceptionally valuable to this firm, not to mention that all the joking around that, “I can do this just as well as those other guys,” well, I can try it out for real.

I don’t know whether I’m excited at the prospect of learning/doing something huge or whether I need someone to hold my hair back so I can throw up at the thought of knowing what I’ll be doing with my life for the next couple of years. Maybe what I need most is someone to kick my ass and remind me, “Yeah, that thing you said you were going to do? DO IT.”

Am feeling oddly grown-up right now. And not liking it one bit. 🙂



Bloo

November 5th, 2007, 8:16 AM by Goddess


Oceano, originally uploaded by dcwriterdawn.

This might look like hell freezing over or the inside of a meat locker, but no … it’s a delightful lil’ seafood place called Oceano inside the Peppermill hotel in Reno, Nev.

Check out the full photoset here — I put the photos out there unedited because, really, why would I want to tone down the cheese that is a twee wannabe-Vegas gambling town in the mountains?

Sadly, the photos do not do this casino justice. You really have to be there to believe it. In the meantime, my corneas are permanently damaged from this certainly not-eco-friendly eyesore. 🙂



(Verbal) ‘diarrhea, cha cha cha’

November 3rd, 2007, 10:01 AM by Goddess

I love how so many bloggers apologize for being away for a few days, because they are doing such a disservice to all four of their readers. Me? Meh. *waves to the two of you who read this crap regularly*

November is also National Blog Posting Month, which requires daily posting. So here I am, kicking off my month on Nov. 3. Don’t EVER have high expectations of me — I’ll do my best NOT to meet them!

I’ve been catching up on sleep and that’s about it. I set my alarm for work on Thursday morning, let it play for an hour, said fuck it and turned it off. And slept till nearly noon. I’ve never done that before. It was awesome. Am fairly certain it was the highlight of my week. Well, that and the tranny who waited on me when I went out to dinner that day who couldn’t get anything right but had a mad-fierce prance.

I’ve sort of had it with incompetence. I was telling one of my friends about the insufferable ineptitude with which I’ve been dealing this week, and how I just don’t have it in me to fight anymore. And he said it didn’t sound like the Goddess he knew — that I don’t let stupid shit slide, as a general rule. And I felt stupid for not fighting for my due, when he put it that way. But can’t “being too tired to fight right now” serve as a plausible excuse for the time being? I mean, it’s taking everything in me to look at the bright side. I can’t focus one extra iota of attention on anything else. Once I get back my strength, I’ll be fine. I promise.

One thing I do know is that I’m ready for a new car. Going from driving a veritable tank in Reno to my twee wind-up Matchbox wonder has sucked mightily. I liked sitting up high and when I wanted to merge, people let me merge because they certainly wouldn’t have won a fight against my big, bad Pacifica. Now I’ve got to deal with idiot D.C. drivers again who think it’s cute to shine their headlights into my car and tailgate me at 80 mph. (And the sheer irony is that I got a speeding ticket for doing 36 in a 25. Am counting blessings that I wasn’t caught at my “normal” speed!)

Oh, terrific — Maddie just shat on the carpet. Again. Talk about something I don’t miss while I’m traveling. Good news is, as soon as I pay off these expenses, I’ve got another trip waiting for me. …