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I'm kind of lackadaisical about work right now, which is not my usual attitude. I'm basically waiting til the steady extra post at the Ex opens up again, but I'm not positive enough about it to just quit the County. So I half-ass it at work in the meantime.
Been thinking about this all day. Mainly because the boss was off & I had the spare time. Bowling Shirt Guy, aka BSG, aka Mr Fix-It, as my animus, and the Plague Doctor. I've gained two new allies lately, so I'm wondering how am I supposed to use them?
The Plague Doctor does not feel like any part of my personality personified. He's external, from a time and place I can only imagine. I am unsure of how to communicate with him. Despite his warm human hands, I'm not even sure if he's human under his bird-beaked mask. He smells of wormwood and something lemony, maybe thyme or tarragon, and paraffin used to coat his cloak, with an dusty animal smell, like feathers or old hides. He grumbles, and although I catch the Italian accent, snippets of Latin, it isn't fully articulated words. He coughs. Does he have the plague or TB, or is it the herbs in his mask making him hack like that? Are his hands warm, or are they fevered? He was one of the quacks of his day and age, but he helped relieve my pain. He hangs around, more & more. I sketch him now and then.
Mr. Fix-It is very new, but I think I know why I've met him. I need someone to help me get things done, and I've been unsure and unconfident about getting things done. My brain has sent me 'a real man' to help me out. If I can just get past the OMG SEX DREAMS factor and open a dialogue with him, I might get what I really need - which might be a home-based technical writing business. I've also decided that I am going to try for the cap-and-gown graduation ceremony. Yeah, student loans & the in-laws may have payed for my degree, but damn it, I was the one who took all the classes and passed them. Even the math classes. Especially the math classes. I guess I do have a right to be proud of myself, even if it's just a little, for having the determination to get through these last 5 years. Tomorrow I'm taking off a little early to go talk to a graduation counselor & see if I can make it under the wire for Spring '10.
Been thinking about this all day. Mainly because the boss was off & I had the spare time. Bowling Shirt Guy, aka BSG, aka Mr Fix-It, as my animus, and the Plague Doctor. I've gained two new allies lately, so I'm wondering how am I supposed to use them?
The Plague Doctor does not feel like any part of my personality personified. He's external, from a time and place I can only imagine. I am unsure of how to communicate with him. Despite his warm human hands, I'm not even sure if he's human under his bird-beaked mask. He smells of wormwood and something lemony, maybe thyme or tarragon, and paraffin used to coat his cloak, with an dusty animal smell, like feathers or old hides. He grumbles, and although I catch the Italian accent, snippets of Latin, it isn't fully articulated words. He coughs. Does he have the plague or TB, or is it the herbs in his mask making him hack like that? Are his hands warm, or are they fevered? He was one of the quacks of his day and age, but he helped relieve my pain. He hangs around, more & more. I sketch him now and then.
Mr. Fix-It is very new, but I think I know why I've met him. I need someone to help me get things done, and I've been unsure and unconfident about getting things done. My brain has sent me 'a real man' to help me out. If I can just get past the OMG SEX DREAMS factor and open a dialogue with him, I might get what I really need - which might be a home-based technical writing business. I've also decided that I am going to try for the cap-and-gown graduation ceremony. Yeah, student loans & the in-laws may have payed for my degree, but damn it, I was the one who took all the classes and passed them. Even the math classes. Especially the math classes. I guess I do have a right to be proud of myself, even if it's just a little, for having the determination to get through these last 5 years. Tomorrow I'm taking off a little early to go talk to a graduation counselor & see if I can make it under the wire for Spring '10.
