I want to be the back-up person. The one behind the curtain, behind the scenes. The assistant, the gopher, the grunt.

In school, I'd rather be working the lights or the scenery or the curtain or, because of a lack of anyone else TO do it, the stage manager for the talent show. I was the production manager for the newspaper - I preferred it to writing, although I was the news editor, as well. The PM role was created for me by the adviser - I was just that good at getting the paper ready for bed, and I followed up on everyone else getting their work done on time.

At work now, I far prefer to be working in the background of the websites to being expected to perform on the UI. You wouldn't think that, given how much I use my journals, but it's true. You all are my friends, and they are...strangers.

I think that's why, although my time is far more limited these days (jenab, you're on my list for today!) I like being the beta. Being in the background to help that author or vidder shine in their own light. I get a real kick out of that, knowing I helped.

I'm a background person. But I don't think I'm a wallflower. I don't like being in charge of everything, but I'll take direction on what needs to be done and direct others from there if necessary.

I don't think I'll advance beyond my current job, despite what my boss says. She's got it too together, carrying so much in her head and being cool and collected at the same time (she has her moments, lol). She knows the right way to say things and also WHAT to say. Me, I'd stumble and fall with the weight of all she's carrying - it's why she has two assistants now, me being one of them. But you know, I don't WANT her job. I want someone who can do it WELL to do it, and that someone isn't me.

(No, people who know who I'm talking about, she's not planning on leaving (that I'm aware of), I'm just sayin'...)

I'm nearly forty-one years old. I'm older than John Lennon was when he was murdered. I know myself. I know what my limitations are, my shortcomings, what I can work on and what I just accept as true. Sometimes something new comes along and I have to analyze how I feel about it, what I should be doing with it.

Gods, I think I've hit that middle-age....but I still feel no more than thirty, if that. And how many folks can truly say that when they're older in actual years, eh?

Santa on a bicycle. Real beard, Santa hat, riding his bike to the train station, I think...I waved but he didn't see me. *wah*

Behind a truck with Washington DC plates. Made me think of VA and MD this past summer. Had the 1/20/09 END OF AN ERROR bumper sticker, a Scottish flag sticker, and some pretty green and white one that said "leave it as it is" or something to that effect - I think it was promoting not messing with the ocean. Maybe oil rigs? Not sure.

Then I had a grand time at the gym on my treadmill, watching a LOM-UK episode on my Palm. Gods, I love my Palm. Watching a tv show is such a great distraction for me.

When I was done, I pulled my cell phone from the locker to find a voice mail and four missed calls. Argh. On Wednesdays Katie goes in late so the teachers all have their weekly "academic seminar" which is meant for basically a team meeting and training on a weekly basis. All our schools do this on Wednesdays (my younger two come home early rather than going in late.)

So when I left for the gym I reminded Katie to leave on time.

Well, she didn't.

She tried to call me but I didn't have pockets to hide my phone in and they don't like phones in there at all, because of the idiots who WILL take pictures of the naked people in the locker rooms, sigh. My phone was in the locker and I never got the call.

She called Grandma, who wasn't there. Then she called Daddy, who thought she could wait for me. Good thing she didn't, I wasn't even LEAVING the gym until 20 minutes past the time school started. She thought she'd take her bike instead, and so it appears she did. She had to dig it out from the garage - her bike was furthest back of all theirs - but I hope she got to school on time. She had fifteen minutes to ride a mile+.

Ah, school just called at my request - she did get there safely, but was tardy. Well, that's her problem, a little lesson for her to pay attention to the clock more, lol. She got in school suspension a couple of weeks ago - what a rough start to middle school, but I think these are good lessons for her. Not everything is easy.

At any rate, I realized I didn't have the school number in my phone (about to fix that!) but I did have the elementary school, so called them and asked if they could transfer me over, and they did, and I asked if they could check on her, please. Whew.

Now to eat something and take a shower and get to work.

What a day already. It's only 10am!

oh, it's 1994 at kink.fm. Which means...I've heard TWO Dave Matthews Band songs already! :D

raina_at! It's still the 10th here for me, lol.

And also early (for me!) Happy Birthday to inyadreems, from whom I received a card just the other day. Thank you dear!

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Katie has reached another milestone: Contact Lenses. Hoo, boy. She can get them IN, but has a hard time getting them OUT. Guess I'll be wearing mine more often now as I help her along.

Also turns out she walked to school today because she didn't know we had a regular garage door remote in the drawer in the kitchen. We've had it as long as she's been around this world, so I"m not convinced of that, but time fades memories so she just didn't remember. She was fifteen minutes late to school and got a tardy slip. Still, when she called Daddy for help she was honest and said, "I was reading and lost track of time." She's learning, she's learning. And I showed her the remote and where it was. We don't have access to the garage from inside the house; we have to do it all through the big door, or the side door if we fight the key and the crap stacked up against it.

Time for dinner.

Vidder: Laura McEwan
Music: The Killers
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Notes: For the Starsky & Hutch 2008 Advent Calendar: Dec 10 window. Feedback welcome!

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