State of the Union or somesuch
I haven’t been on much since the end of October and I thought perhaps an update was in order. Hopefully this is something interesting for everyone, although I can’t promise.
November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writers Month, for those unfamiliar with the insanity). I am one of the municipal liaisons for Columbus, Ohio, which means I get to host events for the region, monitor the forums, keep up with participant email and forums and do word sprints with the twitter feed. All this in addition to writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. I managed to get my novel written in addition, but I didn’t get much else done outside of Thanksgiving dinner. My house looked like a disaster zone. Thankfully my housemates take pity on me in November and at least kept everything picked up.
I believe I’ve posted once before about my dad. He was diagnosed with late stage esophogeal cancer. He has been undergoing chemotherapy and while the tumor shrunk slightly, once he goes off chemo, there is a chance the tumor could come back violently. If that happens, he would probably be gone within six months from that date. I wanted to spend the holidays with my dad this year, just in case it’s the last holiday season I get to spend with him.
To keep mom and dad from having to cook dinner, I hosted Thanksgiving at my house this year. I made a 20 pound turkey and enough food we were eating leftovers for two weeks. We played games after dinner and I actually got mom and dad playing for once. They normally sit around watching TV for the holidays.
Christmas was another story entirely. Mom and dad didn’t want to cook Christmas dinner, either. My aunt offered to host. But because my sister decided she wasn’t going, mom and dad cooked Christmas dinner, then the day after we were to go to my aunt’s and then that Sunday was dinner with the inlaws. Christmas day mom ended up being sick with the wicked flu that’s been going around. It made rounds around my house the week before Christmas, but the girlfriend hadn’t caught it yet. We stayed home. We went to my aunt’s. My cousin came home from work and he was sick. At least no one was sick at the inlaws. I ended up visiting my parents the Monday after Christmas once mom was over the plague.
I had the brilliant idea to make a hand crocheted scarf for each of my coworkers and the ladies in my family. I began this on December first, just after NaNoWriMo. I finished eight scarves, four children’s scarves, hats and blankets and a hat for my coworker. I have fifteen more scarves to make. My goal was a little much for me to complete.
I also wrote, illustrated and coloured a handmade book for my niece. It was time consuming, but she loved it once she realized the main characters in the book were she and her little brother. It turned out really well and I told her I would write a book for her every year if she liked it.
During the holidays, my work schedule gets crazy. We close the office I work at and they fill the schedule for the other office with volunteers. I normally take time off, but my paychecks suck in December from November and January from December. (We’re on a month pay delay. Oh the joys of being an independant contractor.) This year I volunteered to work all the available days and volunteered for extra shifts I didn’t normally work. I’ve also upped my workload at my day job so I can pay off my insurmountable credit card debt. Now I just need to keep myself from spending any money.
I also got a promotion at my day job that takes up a little bit more of my time. Mostly I have to carry out the simple things my boss needs. Decorations, make sure people don’t slam doors, keep people from being petty bitches to one another…
Which is a funny story in and of itself. The whole reason the position was created in the company is because I showed my ass. One of the girls at work is a habitual door slammer and when she’s off schedule from everyone else, the door slams half way through a massage just as I’ve gotten my client relaxed. They come off the table with their head whipping around. Which infuriates me. I’ve talked to her, other coworkers have talked to her. I flip my shit and start slamming doors. Totally passive aggressive and petty like a child. My girlfriend works the front desk and as soon as I came up front, she landed on me like a ton of bricks. We didn’t speak to one another for the rest of the night because I was absolutely furious.
I emailed my boss. And when she came back to me with the offer of the lead therapist position, I felt like an even bigger asshole. I accepted and at the meeting where they announced the promotion, I fessed up to being a child and apologised to the other therapists and my boss for being an ass. Which my boss confessed she already knew because my girlfriend had emailed her telling her she needed to step in.
I also started treatment again for my anxiety disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder. It came to the point I hated my job, I had to fight the feelings of resentment against my clients, even those I loved. I was angry most of the time, snappish, reclused into activities that took me away. I was convinced no one wanted me around, that everyone was walking out of my life, that no one wanted to talk to me or hear my problems. I thought people were just humoring me. I was upset about everything and I wasn’t able to sort out my thoughts. Everything was in the forefront of my head all the time and I couldn’t prioritize things like I should have been able to. It took me two months to get in to my doctor’s office, but I finally got on Zoloft. I feel like myself again without all the horrible side effects from the Lexapro I took a few years ago.
In short…. the last few months of my year have been pretty crazy, but I should be back at it. I have plans this year to do editing and writing with people from the NaNo group. I want to finish my novel from NaNo this year and get it published.
How have you all been??