tire tracks up and down your back, I can see you've had your fun

I saw an ad today for a product called a "pocket" - basically a modern version of a Cornish pastie, with pizza stuffing inside instead of meat and gravy. Only being in Canada, the name was emblazoned in French directly under the English version, so it says in big red letters "Pocket Pochettes".

Except that in the ad image I saw there was another box in front of that one that cut off the bottom of the "P" so it looks like an "R" and I walked around all morning thinking the name of the product was called "Pocket Rocket". And I spent hours envisioning the different advertising techniques that could be used to promote something called a pocket rocket as a food snack.

My sense of humour really is twelve. It's been over 20 years that Coors Light has been using their "Silver Bullet" advertising campaign, and I'm still sniggering over the fact that that used to be a slang term for suppositories. Anytime a Coors Light commercial gets even vaguely anal I'm on the floor.

Probably just as well I didn't go into advertising.

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I tried to do an inventory of good and bad stuff about today.

bad things
1. Our camera appears to be fubared - from what I can tell the aperture isn't opening. Which puts a bit of a cramp into the craigslisting I was going to do today and the process of following up on my last post.
2. Gravity storms have reached "frequent" and "high" status. They get a little bit worse every day. I'm hoping that means the infection will peak any day now and I can start getting back to normal.
3. It was announced yesterday that TTC fares are going up. I predict so will be the number of smog alerts. And I haven't been able to ride my bike to work in spite of the weather being mostly perfect for it because the random dizzy spells have me worried I'd fall off at a bad time.
4. The federal government is still harping on about a company I left THREE FUCKING YEARS AGO, LOOK HERE'S ALL THE PAPERWORK I FILED THREE YEARS AGO SAYING I DON'T WORK THERE ANY MORE STOP SENDING MAIL TO MY FUCKING HOUSE! *pant**pant**pant*
5. I've reached the point of so overwhelmed with stuff to do that I freeze and don't do any of it. Maybe I'll just go play video games until Axel gets home.

*ponders*

Maybe I should move that last one over onto the "good" list.

good things
1. Hung out with bcholmes last night. Fun times were had. Got some shit off my chest.
2. A job has come up at work that I really want and think I would be really really good at - it would get me off the phones, make more use of the stuff I'm proficient at, would put less emphasis on the stuff I'm um, less good at and it would be a bit more money. I've gotten the go-ahead to do some job-shadowing so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they think I'm a good fit. I can usually convince people I'm brilliant if I get to interact with them in person, it's on paper that I can't string two sentences together.
3. I discovered last night that Dominion carries quinoa and sorghum flour, and rice flour spaghetti & fettuccine and a bunch of other stuff that I didn't know about. This might not be so bad after all.
4. The local Price Choppers has toss-in-the-microwave pappadums, which are made with rice and lentil flour. Score. I bought two boxes.
5. None of the people I called today about very important things I have to do called me back. Guess that means I can't do them today. Terrible news. No really. All very sad. This is me over here being sad.

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I did that career match thing that is all over LJ. Number one was Biological Tech. Ha. Not bitter.

Esthetician and Hairstylist were also right up there, which made me scratch my head. Obviously these people have never seen me.

Addictions Counselor made me laugh. There were also a lot of careers listed that fall into some of the subsidiary fields around health care - either counseling or operating the machines that do sophisticated diagnostics. I actually considered doing something like that when I was thinking about how best to move out of the blood bank. There were also quite a few trades.

Humanitarian Aid Worker would be ultra cool. But probably subject to the same level of burnout as health care.

Way down on the list was Clergy and Gunsmith. I leave those uncommented.

i got the poison, i got the remedy

This is me stressing about my meat stuffs again, so hit the downspace key right now if you're tired of it.

One of the instructions that seems to be pretty much universal for dealing with my acid reflux issue is to eat more frequent and much smaller meals. Which I've been trying to do, while working around the fact that the breaks at work aren't really long enough to do much more than grab a coffee and skate back up to my desk.

The problem with this is that to deal with my teeth issue I have to spend 10 minutes cleaning up my mouth every single time I eat or drink anything other than water, no exceptions. This has resulted me having oh, at minimum about an extra hour a day devoted specifically to the task of how I feed myself.

Add that to the fact that I'm trying to avoid grains this week as part of my "figure out how to make at least one of my physical problems just go the fuck away and stop pestering me" strategy and yesterday I didn't eat breakfast at all. I honestly just could not come up with one single thing that I wanted to eat badly enough to have to deal with doing all that scrubbing and flossing and rinsing afterwards.

As you could probably have predicted, physical issues are turning into enough of a resource hog that they are starting to leak heavily over into the realm of mental issues. This whole situation is twigging my eating disorder Stuff like you would Not. Fucking. Believe. And I'm not kidding, my main defense? My full-blown anorexia was in 1985-86, so I keep visualizing going back there by picturing myself in leg-warmers and headbands and teased bangs.

So what I am essentially communicating to you all is that the knowledge that a 45 year-old women would look like a complete 'tard in leg-warmers is the only thing that stands between me and bugfuck crazy.

This is one of those situations where I'm honestly not sure which is worse, the disease or the cure.