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I’ll be the one with my head in the sand

21st century life is, at least 90% of the time anyway, absolutely overwhelming.   Continue reading “I’ll be the one with my head in the sand”

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Wishy-washy whining

I am constantly conflicted.   The same person who is obsessed with the 1940s and is fascinated by the idea of a life of total simplicity is also a technology fiend.  Macbook, iPhone, iPad, iPod, Kindle – I have them all.  And one or the other is usually no more than a foot away from me at any given time.  My iPhone is always with me.  I drive to work listening to Fibber McGee & Molly on one of my old iPod Nanos.  I fall asleep at night, after reading in the dark for a while on my Kindle Paperwhite, to old time radio shows on one of my even older iPod Nanos.  I just bought both an iPad Mini and a brand new iPod Nano last night.  And now I feel overwhelmed.

Can one be too in touch with the world?  Because I feel like I am.  I’m always reading the news and checking the weather and checking my Twitter and my Tumblr and I’m just over it.  I have a Facebook account but I started hating Facebook years ago so I barely check it.  This particular blog is honestly the only web-based thing that I’m not sick of these days.

(Meanwhile, I’m wanting to develop a website dedicated to Fibber McGee & Molly and life in the 1940s. I’ve already bid on a website address that I’m trying to get for this site. This is in total contrast to the fact that I want to run screaming away from anything online.  See? Conflicted!!!)

I just… I’m overwhelmed.  I don’t know what to do.  I need to focus on the things in my house that need doing, like putting away laundry and scrubbing the stove and dusting and making things just feel good.  Instead, I’m drawn to my electronic devices and end up wasting copious amounts of time.  I don’t know where the happy medium is but I want to find it.  I hate the idea of being disconnected from the world but at the same time, I absolutely hate this feeling of being disconnected from myself.  I need to pull back and spend some time cooking (because Lord knows that I need to get creative.  This working the night shift thing is killing me when it comes to meal preparation.)

I guess I have a choice to make.  I love my technology and I will continue to do so, but perhaps I need to love it less.  Unfortunately, it’s like an addiction at this point, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to change my habits, but I have to try, right?  I guess I need to focus on the parts of the web that I love and let the things that I make me insane fall away.

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On the nighshift

Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift – (The Commodores – 1985)

Working the nightshift is unique. When I’m work, it doesn’t feel quite like work.  Yeah, I’m walking around our 1M sq. ft. facility, helping employees, answering questions, and dealing with things that come up, but it still feels different from any other job in the Human Resources field that I’ve ever had.  I attribute that to the hours and the fact that I’m not reporting to some psycho CEO anymore.  Things just feel more relaxed when it’s 11:30 at night.  Sure, there are still 400 people in the building and millions of customers clicking “Buy” on our website every second, but it all just feels more relaxed and unhurried than during the day.  Then when I head home, I’m the only one out on the road.  There are no long lines of traffic, no break lights to contend with – it’s just me, my HHR, and the open road (well, if you don’t count the dozens of stoplights).  It gives me time to think, contemplate, listen to the nuts calling in on Coast to Coast AM if I so choose (the Hopi Indians are apparently alien worshippers or something, according to last night’s show), or spend time listening to the old time radio shows saved on my iPhone.  I go to bed when the sun comes up and eat breakfast at 1pm.  Basically, my life is completely different than it was five weeks ago.  I don’t even live in the same place anymore.  Honestly, I’m left feeling a little bit adrift – a home that’s unfamiliar, a job I’m still learning.  Still, there are things to look forward to, like my business trip to Seattle in January (and another on in April.)  I’m finding that my focus is naturally shifting on where it needs to be.  My writing muse is coming back.  I’m anticipating the holiday season, even though I know I’m working mandatory 50 and 60 hours a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas (thanks, online shoppers!) I’m actually excited about things again.  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way.

As I re-read this entry, I realize that I have no point to my thoughts.  They’re all over the place, mixed in with song lyrics.  I probably better go to bed.  After all, the sun is about to come up soon, which is my cue to be asleep!

(I swear, future entries will make more sense.)

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Birthday morning ramble

My eyelids are so droopy!  It’s 2:08am on November 12th, which also happens to be my 34th birthday.  I’m forcing myself to stay awake until at least 3am because, starting tomorrow…err…later today, I begin my new work schedule (5p-2a.)  So… yeah… getting used to a new schedule, plus we just moved last weekend, plus I’m also super-sick with a deep chest cold that has left me hacking and gagging and wheezing means that life is still in upheaval.  I love our new place and, four weeks into my new job, I’m enjoying it, too.  But things need to settle down so that I can feel like ME again!

1940s stuff

I’m alone on an island…

One more quick post that revolves around a single thought –  I’m alone on an island!  I’m a boat without oars!  I’m a cart with no wheels! I’m a phone with no receiver!  Why?  Because I have no one with which to talk about my crush on 1940s Don Ameche.  It started thanks to his appearances in Lux Radio Theater (he has an amazing voice) and now I’m just full-on crushing and no one understands, considering I’m a 33 year old woman, this is 2012, he’s been dead for years, and I’m attracted to the man he was when I was approximately -35 years old.  *sigh*  I’m going to go watch Heaven Can Wait from 1943 on Netflix and swoon all by my lonesome.