the_siobhan | rambling like a rambling thing

One of other new people I work with is a guy who fancies himself as some kind of father figure type. Fortunately I figured this out only a few weeks into interacting with him. Up until then I had just thought he was rude. (As I explained it to

the_axel, it's not that I have any special hate on for guys who want to give me the paternal treatment, I just honestly have no frame of reference for that kind of behaviour.)

Yesterday he said to me, in all serousness, "You seem kinda young and like you haven't seen a lot, so I'm going to tell you something about how the world works."

I swear that I was honestly too surprised to laugh.

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In the "how partners start to look like each other" file, I have picked up Axel's habit of passing out on the couch at 8PM on weekends. How embarrassing. No punk-rock points for me.

On the plus side, I'm not going to be doing regular 6AMs any more. On the minus side, I also have to admit to myself that some of it is just exhaustion from fighting for air all the damn time. My asthma has been awful. The pollen count has been really high this spring, and although I'm not allergic to it all the additional particulate matter does make me wheezy.

And let's face it, my fat-to-muscle ratio is just too bloody high right now. Some serious dedicated gym time ought to take some of the pressure off my diaphragm and give me room to breathe. I should be able to carry on a conversation with Axel when he's doing that built-completely-out-of-legs stride of his without having to stop and catch my breath halfway to the bus stop.

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On the plus side, (Well, kinda on the plus side.) passing out early on weekends also means getting up early. Which leads to getting stuff done arund the house. Last Sunday we hauled flagstones and dirt until muscles howled and a semblance of a yard appeared in front of our house.

Every day I check it anxiously for signs of green coming out of the dirt. Not that I will be able to tell if it's the wildflower seeds I tossed around or more goldenrod. If it's the latter I may just give up and pave the fucking thing.

At some point this weekend we'll need to fix up the BBQ and get everything sorted for the pigroast. (Volunteers gratefully accepted.) We've already ordered all the beer. Priorities, people.

I am so looking forward to it. And not just for the pork.

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Is that a new icon...?

Good thing for my monitor there was no beer in my mouth when I saw it.

I saw it and thought it was a post from YOU until there was all that stuff about Axel - I don't think you two are partners.

For a split second, I thought it was from me, too. Then my brain realized that's not one of my icons.

Yep. You like? :-)

(I think the pic is from C10.)

I feel honored. It totally cracked me up.

So the question remains, what would Jeancroix do?

He'd post here again anonymously, after vanity-googling six-odd years later.

So what was the advice Mr Father Figure gave you? I must know, for it might guide me as I struggle, wide-eyed and innocent, through my own life...

(PS: Nothing wrong with goldenrod. A fine cheerful Summer display for that Traditional Cottage Garden look!)

I've had pretty awful asthma since I was six. If you don't mind being physically addicted to a pharmaceutical, you should try Advair. It's a twice-a-day inhaler that I've been on for a few years now. It's beautiful stuff -- I almost never need anything else, and can live a normal life (well, normal for me anyways). The downside is that a) it's expensive (but don't you have that crazy public health thing anyway?), and b) going off of it actually WORSENS your asthma.

Public health doesn't pay for drugs, but I have a shiny new benefits plan that makes me very happy.

I actually have a script for Advair, but I'm trying to avoid using it every day. It gives me the worst acid reflux you can conceive of.

Plus I know my asthma gets better if I can keep up on the exercise, and I'm reluctant to take something I can't quit without undoing all those hours sweating on the treadmill. I've been investigating suppliments - I keep reading that Omega-3 is the hot shit for asthmatics right now.

have you tried hookworm?

There's been a lot of research lately about the relationship between parasites and immune response. I read the articles with a great deal of interest. And I still find that story incredibly disturbing.

I wonder if tapeworm would do the trick as well?

8/9pm and passed out on the couch every Friday.

Welcome to my life.
I actually get nervous going out on Fridays because I know that no matter where I am - I'm gonna zonk out and I don't want to ruin anyone's fun (like James).

If I can get out I'm usually OK. It's the inertia that kills me.

Me too. And every damn event I'd like to go to is on Fridays rather than Saturdays, and thus I never get to leave the house.

Asthma aside, it sounds like you've got a fun summer coming - wish I could scam another visit out of work!

Paternal-advice-dude sounds like a twat. I don't react well to stuff like that, and woe unto them if condescending advice is accompanied by a hand laid on my shoulder.

Heh. Doubly so if the paternal twit refers to me as a little girl.

The pig roast is becoming an annual event. We'll have to drag you to one eventually.

I'm sure the father-act is going to drive me up the wall in very short order, but for the moment I'm still charmed by how hilarious it is.

I should try to find out how old he is - it can't be more than a few years older than me. I have no idea how old he thinks I</> am.

Yesterday he said to me, in all serousness, "You seem kinda young and like you haven't seen a lot, so I'm going to tell you something about how the world works

*splort*

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Best laugh I've had all week.

Re: passing out by 8 PM. New jobs always exhaust me at first. There's so much new info to absorb. And all the damn pollen ain't helping. I don't even have asthma or allergies and I'm still all stuffed up like crazy.

I want to start biking and swimming regularly. I just need to haul my bike out from under piles of crap in the furnace room.

Final thought - OMGWTFBBG - BEST ICON EVAR!

Dear City of Toronto,

Please plant more female trees.

I am tired of all those poor frustrated males trying to impregnate my sinuses.

Thank you,

A concerned citizen

I have such fucked up sleep cycles, and it's not like my work hours have changed. Your post reminded me of getting up early on the weekends, and how nice it was to do. I'm usually rolling out of bed around noon now, and once I make breakfast and get "ready" it's time for yoga and then Saturday is *gone*!

When the pollen is so thick you can see it blowing in sheets like rain...it's a problem.

Brannen calls it "arboreal bukkake"

Somehow - that just fits.

That definitely fits.

I'm glad I don't have allergies. I know people who haven't left their house in weeks.

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