The final stage of our moving project is almost complete. Down to packing the boxes full of things that weren't important enough to be packed the first, second, or third time around. All the stuff I know I'll be throwing away later rather than unpacking. It's a real bitch to have insight without initiative. I know what I'm doing, I can see what I'm gonna do, but I'm not stopping any of it. Oh well.
In the meantime I'm studying like mad for an assessment of my skills as a Rorscacher (It's a psych word ^_^). The whole thing is very tightly scripted for the person administering the Rorschach--and yes, it is still used and is fairly widely accepted within the psychological community. I think the Wikipedia article is a little harsh on the Exner comprehensive system of scoring and interpretation. Actually, I think the scoring is kinda fun. It's like a puzzle. A puzzle that directly impacts the potential access and use of services for another human being. *swims in the power*
31 July 2008
Moving at the speed of...
23 July 2008
An invasion of space
I had always counted myself fortunate that I'd never really suffered any kind of theft. Sure, I had a purse stolen from a gym once, but the whole thing (minus my cucumber melon hand sanitizer--go fig) had been returned. Then Sunday night I came out to find my car's window had been completely smashed. My stereo faceplate and GPS were gone, along with other less valuable items (i.e. cell phone charging cord). I was...immensely perturbed. Someone broke into my space and grabbed my stuff. Now, I'm the first to admit that I had a tumultuous relationship with my GPS, calling her many derogatory nicknames, including Maggie the snaggle-toothed crack whore, but she was MY snaggle-toothed crack whore! Of course insurance is only as helpful as they can see profit in doing so. They'll replace the window, but I hafta eat the stereo faceplate and GPS. (For the record, they said the GPS was not covered because it's a home or personal item--and all this time I thought it was for use in my car. I guess it would've been very useful when I was completely snockered, trying to drive my couch around the living room)
Concerning the faceplate - my insurance company said I'd need to replace the whole stereo (they were not volunteering to pay for this, of course) because the faceplates are "specially coded" to work only with the stereo they came with. Uhhh....can I get a bullshit on this one? It's heartening to remember that this bit of wisdom came from the guy in the CAR AUDIO department of the insurance company. I'm buried under the avalanche of incompetence.
In happier news, after days of epic battle, my glass is currently being replaced. In just a few short hours, I will have a new and improved little Baja. And a security alarm. And motion sensors. And a gun.