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[hollyslowly]

Another year, another cost-of-living/inflation "raise." I enjoy my work and my workplace, about 1000% more than the last place I worked, but I have "increased the efficiency" of so many of our processes since I was hired three years ago, and if I think about all of the late nights I have put in for what evens out to an additional 48 cents an hour, I get really dispirited. It's not my boss' fault; we have a board of directors. It's very frustrating. The only way I will make a substantive increase in the money I earn will be to get a new job. Which is in the plan, but not for another two years. Which means I have to live here for another two years.

I literally just let out a heavy sigh.

Anyway, to celebrate my "raise" (yes, the sarcastic quotation marks make me feel better), I got a giant pizza from the best pizza place in town to share with my parents, and had a very nice evening. Tomorrow I'm having lunch with Sara and Kathren, and then Sara and I have to bear down on the final details for Kathren's baby shower next Saturday. I'm getting kind of excited about the baby? Someone remind me of that in a few months.

Rachel sent me an article about Robin Williams, where his widow had released the fact he had Lewy body dementia and was not expected to live long. Morbidly, it made me feel so much better. Last year, finding out that he had committed suicide just sent me into this tailspin of thinking, "Well, he made it to 63 with depression, I guess that's the best I can hope for." Which sucked. This still sucks, but less. (Ah, eloquence.)

I'm now painting my nails, eating cookies, and watching a Viggo Mortensen movie on Netflix. Is there anything this guy doesn't look roughly handsome in?

Comments

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

Nope. There is not. (see icon).

[formanymiles.livejournal.com]

He is so gruffly sexy. It's troublesome.

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

He is the sole reason I occasionally wish I had been a part of the LotR RPS fandom.

[formanymiles.livejournal.com]

I was briefly adjacent to that fandom, but no one cared about Sean Bean as much as I did (and still do), so it didn't last long.

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

"Well, he made it to 63 with depression, I guess that's the best I can hope for."

This.

[formanymiles.livejournal.com]

That was a rough few weeks. I cried myself into a panic attack when I found out, which was - a surprising reaction, it just hit me out of nowhere, because I didn't really follow his life outside of film, so I didn't know he had depression. I just hated to think of him dying feeling the way I feel sometimes, because his movies - especially What Dreams May Come - brought me so much comfort and happiness.

Man. Still sad.

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

I knew he was bipolar, and because of that and his talent and his huge heart, I really looked up to him as a role model. And to have your role model succumb to your own demons sucks, man.