Tuesday, October 24, 2006
I was rather foiled in my plan by the fact that I seem to be down to two milk bags. I did a check of my knapsack in case I had forgotten bags in there (not that uncommon an occurance). Nope, nothing. I asked my housemate with whom I'm sharing kitchen supplies - maybe he knew what was happening to the bags that I had left out to dry. Another housemate spoke up "oh, you were saving those? I've been throwing them out." So, because I take the recycling out regularly I am down to two milk bags. And since we're drinking little enough milk that we're using cartons, not 4L bags, I'm in serious trouble.
If anyone can offer advice on how to survive without milk bags it would be much appreciated. It's obviously possible, or else my other ones wouldn't have ended up in bag recycling, but I've never seen it done.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Of course, I suspect that this sort of pontificating would be more tolerable coming from me if I hadn't lost my temper with my classmate & decided to make a point out of a small issue.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Now, I know that I really don't qualify as a lady, and that someone who's over for a weekend gets more special treatment, but boy do I wish that consideration was followed down here.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
So this is looking to be an interesting year at guides. (It also looks like it might be the last for the seventh Waterloo guides, but that's a different story entirely). We have a very small company, making it easier to manage, but one of the girls is developmentally challenged.
This isn't the first time I've worked with a girl who has a hard time with what we expect of her, who can't remember to wait for the other girls, who doesn't sit well, who needs some extra attention, and a bit of leeway in the rules. It is, however, the first time I've had to do so as a guider (rather than just a teenager helping out.) Before, I was always able to turn to the guiders for help, and just follow their lead. Currently I have the most experience of any of the guiders in the company. I'm just not used to that sort of authority.
Having been put in the hot seat as I was, I have now been able to look back at some other circumstances where the guider in charge, who I have been known to look to as an all-knowing source of what to do (the image is really well kept), was out of her depth. It's a really odd feeling to have childhood icons knocked down to human size like that. Rather scary as a matter of fact. Especially when it starts to happen to parents.
Like most people, I found it really difficult to have to realise that my mother was once just like me, and to see parallels between where I am now, and realise that she was there once. But I did survive that. What's scary now is to realise how much like me she still is. There's no magic potion, no fairy who granted her a wish to all of a sudden become "mom" and be exempt from the doubts that plague her children. She still struggles with the same problems that plagued her at my age, and she is still the same person.
And despite the difficulty I am having in equating us, I am glad that she has done such a good job of hiding that.
Which is why I suspect that my computer-savy friends who I asked for help last night were very amused with my complaint that I was stuck in a man* page, and didn't know how to get out.
*man pages are manual pages for Unix commands
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Today I finally hit the part in the sweater where it goes from being a ring to being a tube (i.e. the length of the knitting is greater than the difference in radii of the circular needle & the sweater). And I'm still having "hmm. This is considered a bad idea." thoughts.
I'm just going to have to see this as a challenge - I WILL prove that stupid superstition wrong. There's no such thing as the sweater curse! At least... no actual curse...
And for those of you who care - Ashkeyana has a bit more to say.
Engineers - we aren't lazy, we're just efficient.