Bowling for Dollars

Well my bowling league is over. We rallied to finish 5th in a six team league. My average finished @ 135. Pretty much what I expected it to be. My feelings are mixed to be sure. I was lucky enough to meet 3 very sweet people to bowl with. Phil and Sheila, a married couple my age who are alot of fun. Phis is a mountain of a man who throws his ball with a sweeping hook, and very hard. He is one of the best bowlers in our league. Sheila, his wife is an adorable sweet woman whose bowling skills are suspect but improving. Becky, a married woman, I am guesing in her early 40's throws a ball that is so slow you feel like running after it when she throws. She bowls in alot of leagues, but doesnt take herself too seriously. I will miss the commeraderie until next season. If there is a next season for me that is. Regualr readers know what fence I am sitting on.

Work is status quo. Nothing outlandish to report, but the slow steady abuse is wearing me down.
Little things, snarky side comments, passive agressive bullying. Not my style, but again, I do get paid.

Snowing here today. Alaska's state motto should be " Its all about the weather" because if its not 30 below then its fucking snowing. I know we are 25 yards from Santa Claus' house, but how about a little spring huh?

Well, back to work. I have plenty of it. Its just that its Saturday and I'd rather be drinking coffee in my jammies. Aloha All

Still running after 8 weeks

My truck..the item that probably saved my life, is still running. You dont need a Benz or a Beemer to get around. Well I dont anyway. Sure a radio would be nice, but I bought a $ 10 Walkman. Lights on the dashboard would also be nice, but we have lots of sunshine these days so Im not out in the dark as a rule. Takes about 25 dollars worth of gas and 6 bucks worth of oil to keep her sharp, but its a small price to pay for sanity. I doubt I could get it over 50 mph, but I dont need to....yet!!! The evil genius was sure I was getting screwed, but she is, well...evil. Discussions of freedom and personal privacy and the 1st amendment are all well and good, but the ability to come and go as you please, vehicularly speaking, that is, should NEVER be infringed on. Ever.

I am as ever, in a constant stae of bewiderment of the pettiness of my boss. She is cold, paranoid,
and small. And those are her good qualities. She should never own a business where customer interface is required. She is..in short..a train wreck. And when her custiomers complain about her, or even sometimes to her face, she is always incredulous. I know we dont always see ourselfs as we are, and I claim no high ground here, but come on!!! I am the 5th Accounting Manager she has gone through in 3 years, and frankly it should be three times that. Oh well...I guess the easiest person to lie to is ourselves.

Yes....No...Stay....Get the fuck outa here!!!!

I have been dreding the upcomming decisions I have to make. I want to come home badly, but as The Basque rightly points out..to what? I had little luck in getting my accounting business going to a level of subsistance, and the Sunday Job classifieds in the Trib are thinner than Laura Flynn Boyle after a coffee & Marlboro red binge on Catalina island. I guess I am inclined to stay, andif I had to lock in an answer today ( like they make you do on game shows ) I would be staying until November at the earliest. I miss alot of people a whole lot, but I have to earn a living, and despite working for the rudest coldest woman ever to draw breath, my paycheck does clear the bank every 15 days. So.......

Got an out of the blue contact from someone today. The world draws ever closer as the Internet sucks up whole and spits us out. I guess no one is ever safe from yesterday. Or Today...or tomorrow for that matter. People used to come and go from our lives. Now they come and go and send you an e-mail, or text message, then come and..well you get the point.

The cold wont go anywhere, but at least the sun is up longer. Over 12 hours a day now, but it provides as much warmth as a Porcupine on a Tuesday morning. We are beining to see the pavement on the streets, but green still seems weeks away. Oh well......

Been a while.... I know

Sorry I havent blogged in a while..or if you hate my blog, sorry I am blogging now. See its all about context. Anyway, my Alaska experience is not what I had hoped it would be. But is nice to know that whereever you are, the proverbial Rock and Hard Place are not far behind. I will lay out my issues in simple steps

1. I hate my boss. She is beyond evil. I may have referred to her as Satan's Mother-in-law in an earlier post. Well Beealzabub, I am sorry to have connected the 2 of you. Please dont hold this against me when I get there someday.

2. I get paid every 15 days. The economy is in the toilet, jobs are hard to find, and I have one. This is a hard truth.

3. I like Alaska people for the most part. Like anywhere, you have your good and bad, your wierd and dull, and I doubt anyone wouldnt like the poeple up here.

4. April 30 is a drop dead date on my apartment. I can find other affordable furnished apartments, but I am back to a six month lease. By Halowwen I could be in the looney bin, or in jail. I see no third option.

5. I get paid every 15 days. No matter what else I pepper my issues with, that is an irrefutable fact nd I like getting paid.

So there is the lay of the land. Every day I watch the news and see the ugliness out there. We in Alaska dont seem to be taking it up the ass quite as badly as the lower 48. Not sure why.


Oh and on sad note, my Aunt Ann died the other day. She was my godmother and I was named for her husband, one of my Dad's brothers. Now its not like we were a big part ofeach others lives, but her passing marks the end of an era. She was the last of the Aunts Uncles and whatnot from the days of my chuildhood. Backyard shindigs..Christmas Parties in the basement, stuff like that. She was a sweet lady..a little jittery, but always sweet. Oh and I am not surem, but I think she had a brother whose nickname was Meat-Nose. Funny Stuff