I must remember that my job as a Dispatcher does *not* define me. The drama of the Callers, the Management, the childish behavior, these things can only really get me stressed or change my outlook if I allow them to. It's not right to leave that building feeling moody or irritable, I don't want to work there forever but it's paying my bills and thats all that really matters. It seems increasingly difficult for many of us to remember that this is JUST a job, a paycheck, and a place to maybe gain a couple extra life skills. It is merely a way to make money. It would be stellar if it were an enjoyable & pleasant place...but if it isn't always enjoyable & pleasant, oh well then. I can't always have the best of everything. I get paid very well here, and I can (and need to) find motivation to be positive from the upcoming events in my life that require this kind of income. This is a rough challenge...there's so much bullshit in there right now. Deep Breaths and Focus will be required; the last thing I need is to become another jaded, unhappy, apathetic biotch who takes herself far too seriously and has nothing more complex to complain about in her life than 911 callers & Police radio traffic.

Wedding planning is both exciting and stressful. Can't I just plan everything and forget that it's going to cost MONEY? We're trying to do this very inexpensively, cutting corners on mostly everything...I mean, the only reason we're even HAVING an actual wedding instead of moseying on down to the courthouse is for our families. Neither of us had grandeur dreams of perfect weddings and frilly fancy things. I wasn't one of those girls.

I need a large tax return & good luck with overtime/saving over the next 5-6 months. Or a magical incident in which it rains money, preferrably large bills. Now accepting donations!!

Oh yeah, Wedding date is decidedly September 5th. It's the best date all-around, we're finding. Halloween would never work, as many people in our field of work would either find it impossible to get the day off, or have to go to extraordinary lengths to get the time off. Too hard for too many people. All the other good Radio Codes are either on weekdays or on Sundays, neither of which seem to be acceptable in the world of weddings....Saturdays only. Lame.

I have refreshed my love for Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in the last 24 hours by busting out my CDs. Wish Nick Cave wasn't such a vigorous shovel-face, cuz he certainly has a fantabulous voice.

Oh yeah.....Ally, I owe you monies. We never did get to a functioning ATM Monday night. I haven't spent money on ALCOHOL at Death Guild in ages. Fucking DNA Lounge. I miss Danny!!

There was a segment on the Radio News this morning about Tuna Sashimi (Raw Tuna), and the high levels of mercury contained in it. At first, a few months ago, the study only conclusively pinpointed CANNED-Tuna with the extremely high levels, but now it's being reported in the raw tuna Bay Area fisherman are selling to Sushi restaurants.

Let me tell you something, dear....Raw tuna is my favorite. I could eat it every day for the rest of my life. And here comes Mr. Hanson of the KCBS News Station, crushing my happiness and telling me that If I don't stop eating it, I will no doubt turn up with Mercury poisoning and have a slew of unfortunate symptoms including fatigue, body aches, headaches, trouble thinking, and stomach cramping. Mother Fucker!

My tuna-shaped heart is broken!

So I've decided to venture out of my Livejournal safety-zone, and post my blogs onto Tribe as well. I'm sure you're all thoroughly excited by this, try to contain yourselves as best as possible.
See you when I have something of interest to write!