Moning In Seattle!!!

Field Reports & Anecdotal Experience Women's Journals
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Made an accidental discovery today. I was trying to find the IO (surprise, surprise) in my makeup case and pulling TOGO! bottles out (of course it was the last one) and looking at the IS bottle . . . saw that it was 2x. So the gift I got with this order (I’ve since used all of that Shine) was double.

NO WONDER I GOT ALL UPSET AND CRIED! I WAS WEARING 10, TEN, DESET, SPRAYS OF SOMETHING I MAX OUT AT 3 SPRAYS! omg. :open_mouth::open_mouth::open_mouth:

I’ve just made it a point to not wear it by itself in larger than a single spray since that reaction.

Really should read the labels.

I am no longer attending alleged, fake or bogus training. Non viable being the least of it; as if yesterday’s meeting at worksource, it’s detrimental. To me and my pocket right now.

So, at approx 1:30pm I applied:

4 x IO; 1 x spray to each side of my neck; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.

Self effects: Yeah, I broke that mood; I’m smiling and happier, of course. This was purely selfish. I did this for me, that’s it.

Outside temp: 64F; 60 - 100% humidity. It’s stuffy, the water’s not heavy enough to drizzle; so it’s literally just cold water hanging in the air. We are being punished for the lush day yesterday.

I buzzed myself with IO. It’s so awesome. Though, at the time of writing; I am aware of the IS snafu. Maybe I’ll get some better hits; when I’m not partially nullifying the experiment. Remember to read the labels. I like to read. I’ll do that. Really? Then I forgot all about them and only remembered the hits in retrospect when I decided to make a journal entry; and started analysing the days’ behaviour.

I was chatty and so was everyone else. It was good, sometimes a little irritating with 2 people wanting my attention at once. But mainly, I spoke to random people on the street, gave directions and traffic info, store locations, and books. I chatted a lot and didn’t even realise it. I made a lot of noise.

@ approx 8pm I sprayed:

3 x IS/B; 1 x spray to each side of my neck; 1 x spray to my chest.

I know this dose intimidates both Dred Zak and Stephanie. That’s why I did it. I’m not in the mood for any bs. It’s bad enough I live here. And, at the time of writing; in the last 5 hours have spoken to one person in the house and not voluntarily. Rent time. Just this interchange, on here and hit my self with :

@ approx 12.30am; I spray
1 x IO; 1 x spray IO to my chest.

This was a deliberate choice with “things” to end my night. And yes, the second time is extremely similar to the first time. Yep, it’s good. The practical applications for something like Parkinsons, Huntington’s or Fibromyalgia are food for thought.

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Maybe I missed it, but why is it a “fake job”?

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The end of last week . . . :frowning:

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This is for yesterday. I had to go to a government department; I needed them to be sympatico. In the interests of me, it went like this:

@ 9.15am I sprayed:

1 1/2 x IS/B to my chest.

1 x IS to my throat.

2 x IH; 1 x spray IH to each side of my neck.

Self effect: It’s morning and I’m not a morning person and it was a short bus ride - no nap. It takes the edges off that mood.

Inside temp: It’s a government building; It’s about 60F; everyone has their jackets/hoodies done up.

There’s a help ‘kiosk’; forms to be filled in / filled out. And seats to be waited in. You all know by now, how much I love this kind of thing. Not. My turn and I’m stunned by the fact that the receptionist (don’t know what else to call her, sorry); is wearing a Russian Orthodox cross. Don’t ask me how I know. She’s delighted - no-one has ever known before. I seem to get a little extra help, with a huge grin and lots of eye contact. This is a government department, you know how unusual that is.

I sit down, take in my surroundings.

And wig out a little because there’s a security guard sitting at his own table, with paper in front of him, water and a lean that indicates he’s ready to get up at any second. He’s watching everyone in the room.

The woman next to me explains a previous, serious incident she witnessed; in which she was grateful for the guard - who isn’t just a decoration.

Anyway, my turn in a cubicle; and after sitting down and confirming details, we start to talk. She’s receptive, sympatico and extremely helpful. More so, than I thought was going to be possible. I’m grateful, and she extends even more. She seems a very sweet person - just careful about how much she cares. Is that clear?

I leave. For a visit - not an appointment - to a government department; I’m back home in 2 and a half hours. Including stopping by the store and treating myself to a victory pizza - thin crust, I’m yeast intolerant.
My morning was super quick, super slick and as pleasant, not to even mention amazing in outcome.

I love that.

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Anyway, my turn in a cubicle; and after sitting down and confirming details, we start to talk. She’s receptive, sympatico and extremely helpful. More so, than I thought was going to be possible. I’m grateful, and she extends even more. She seems a very sweet person - just careful about how much she cares. Is that clear?

She sounds like the perfect person for a job working with people- she cares but keeps her distance enough to work with many people that she cares about, Great to find a person who works for government and can still have a heart. I think that the case load and restrictions and regulations in some governemnt positions can really crush a workers ability to care in some types of jobs. They have to deny/restrict/regulate before they can help with a stuation and so need to put feelings on hold . I used to work in a independant lliving center, and to help any one, I needed government funding, Had to write out why a person was eligible for funds. My job could get assistive technology for people who were disabled. It was heartbreaking and confusing when I could’nt get someone a tool to help them navigate life.

I leave. For a visit - not an appointment - to a government department; I’m back home in 2 and a half hours. Including stopping by the store and treating myself to a victory pizza - thin crust, I’m yeast intolerant.
My morning was super quick, super slick and as pleasant, not to even mention amazing in outcome.

I love that.

I am going to try your combo!

Any how, you broke through the resistance created by the job she holds, so very happy! Victory pizza too. Loves me some pizza-covered-with-veggies-ooo. Your special mix written in my home journal:DHope that you got everything you needed. I am curious/interested: if you had the perfect job and training what would you do?

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I have a degree in Gold and Silversmithing and a diploma in Gemology. I did the training and education I wanted. The recession and outsourcing killed the luxury industry. I did what I want to do; now I just need the economy to kick over so people are wealthy enough to buy jewelry for fun, again.

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I have always wanted to try that. I have cast bronze once, and do ceramics and sculpture, but metal smithing on such a tiny scale seems hard- lost wax process? I would love to design something so small. The economy killed the jewelry induatry here too. People have closed down or are selling silver on ebay and just making ends meet.

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Smithing and casting are two different things. I do cast - don’t have the equipment; that’s something I generally used to outsource after making prototypes. Closed down or gone to China - literally. One of the largest jewelers workshops closed in 2008 and put 40 master jewelers out of jobs. :open_mouth:

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So it’s Saturday and I went to hang out with Korteney. So, being a warm and bright day:

**2 x P74; 1 x spray smeared between both my forearms; 1 x spray to my throat.

2 x IO; 1 x spray to each side of my neck.

2 x IS; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.

Self effects: **A little happy pick me up which mellowed out into too quiet for socialising. :open_mouth: I had to make an effort to be chatty; but got the hang of it in the end.

Outside temp: 71F and 52% humidity. It’s another lush day in Seattle. But I still took a hoodie and had to put it on around 7.00pm.

This was too mellow. Don’t know what happened. I had to work at the being sociable bit and K seemed to be a little off balance in the beginning. This was laid back to the point of reticence . . . ?
Got yelled at by the Stormcloud (her bf) and there’s complications there. I let it happen, said nothing and left. What do you say to someone who’s in recovery and just itching to yell at - anyone?

It’s ok, I’m ok, didn’t freak out. But a line was crossed and there’s no coming back for him. This means I won’t get to see K very much; but that’s the way it’s gotta be.

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The magical DMV mix? - noted :smiley:

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Really heartbreaking , skills like that being put out of business. Hope it does not become a lost art. I wish people better appreciated the fine arts/crafts and understood how important they are to a nation. Lots of the fine arts/crafts are suffering- people still have exhibitions but are not selling as many things.
I made my own casts, but never on a very small scale, and only single lost wax molds. I used the equiptment at the local college and paid for classes, and I rented a local studio, but now thats done! I will need to get a masters to use them again if/when I have enough money and I stopped renting the ceramics/sculpture studio when my husband lost his job a few months ago. He is back to work out of state. You have made me curious about smithing, I am going to google more about it. Sorry again about the loss of jobs, I hope for a turn around there for you and the other metal smiths.

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So, yesterday, I had to go and look at a room. I really need to move out of where I am. I’d like to stay in my current area, but that may not be possible. So today I wore:

2 x IS; 1 x spray to each wrist.

2 x IS/B; 2 x sprays to my chest.

3 x IH; 3 x sprays to the back of my neck.

4 x IO; 1 x spray to each side of my neck; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.

Self effects: Since I discovered after spraying, not only was I lost; I was lost in the wrong part of this suburb! Kinda cranky to start with; but phoned, got instructions and started smiling and laughing. I’m lost - what else is new?

Outside temp: Hi was supposed to be 71F; but I left the house in long sleeves and took a hoodie. 62% humidity. Didn’t feel like it.

I got lost twice. In the same suburb. But realised in the end, that the Metro Trip Planner had let me down - again.

When I get there, this is not a situation I want to be in. Not really enough room for my things. People a little on the odd side; an undisciplined dog that’s supposed to be a herder and so doesn’t stop running and marking.
Very interesting. One just kept bugging me with his version of Steve Irwin and wouldn’t stop even when asked multiple times. But I bounced from those cranky moments instantaneously. That strain lasted until nearly the end; when I asked how bored did he think I was after listening to the same thing for 7 years? Really bored, really over it.
Anyway, those 2 guys loved me. To the point of talking through any reservations I had about moving in. Like where would my things go? The stuff I don’t like to sleep in the same small room as: my tools and peripherals, like polishes, waxes, polish for wax, all those good smells.
:open_mouth:
So, both of these guys then mentally and verbally described the moving of stuff they would do to accommodate my stuff. Nice. Had me mentally backing up, tho’.
I was there for more than a couple of hours :open_mouth: and shocked by it. When both of them walked me to the bus stop, it was found out that 1 had just gone ten minutes prior and an hourly schedule.
I went back to the house to harvest lettuce with them, It was a bonding experience. :open_mouth:
Just as the bus gets downtown, D calls from the lettuce house and spends five minutes telling me how great I was, how he thinks I’m perfect for the house, M was the only question mark b4 I got there - because he’s “odd” (!??!) wtf? look who’s talking! And that was his only concern - that M and I got along. Everything else was perfect and I should realise that.
OMG :open_mouth::open_mouth::open_mouth: I thanked him for the generous compliment and reiterated that I’d let him know tomorrow. I’ve never lived in this part of town, and without a car it’s gonna be harder than what it is now to get around :angry:. But I’m being cornered with a lease. I don’t want to sign it. I don’t trust what I’m being told. I think I’m gonna have to speak to the landlord. And so that house is definitely being considered.
I sprayed

@ approx 11.00pm, 3 x IS/B; 1 x spray to my chest; 1 x spray to each side of my neck.

I’ve mentioned once before; at least 2 roommates are intimidated by IS/B in general - let alone 3 sprays. That’s why nothing happened and Dred Zak texted me from the living room about the bloody lease.

I so want my own place. :frowning:

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Today I had to go see another room. Ugh! I hate this shit. I just want my own space. So after some emails; this is one of those people that kill technology. The person who holds your phone too long, and it won’t work anymore. The phone isn’t working and we have to email. They sign their name Pat, and off I go.

Didn’t get lost, just spaced and overshot the stop by 2 blocks. The last one while I was watching and realised I needed to get off. Daydreaming. Used to get big shit for that when I was a kid. So, for Pat, I didn’t want to overdo the IS/B thing. This is how it went:

2 x IS; 1 x spray to the back of each hand.

2 x IS/B; 1 x spray to each side of my neck.

3 x IH; 3 x sprays to my crown.

4 x IO; 1 x spray to each wrist; 2 x sprays to the roots of my bangs.

Self effects: Again, looking to make good on directions, so distracted and forgetting to note how I feel.

Outside temp: 70F; Humidity 75%. I left the house in long sleeves. The alleged temp did NOT feel like 70, the moisture factor just chilled the breeze. Overcast. Again being punished for the beauty of yesterday.

Not lost, just looking around. Find where I need to be without backtracking. I’ve only worn 2 sprays of IS/B because I’m not wanting to intimidate her.

Get to the house and an older guy answers. Rick not Ricia. Fuck.

Anyway, he let’s me in, we sit about 8’ apart and in 5 mins you really know I’ve put on 4 x IO. Omg. The conversation digresses into bizarre tangents over and over. I end up getting sucked in to all sorts of silly discussions. This is not good. Caught offside with a male - when I presumed female; in the most smilingly passive/aggressive circular, disconnected conversations I’ve had in a long while.
And not enjoyable.

He’s either literally a member of the “Powers Behind the Throne” or completely delusional. And a musician.

Another couple of hours I’m not gonna get back. Pity, the house was cool, but I can’t take him and his delusions. I have no other word for them. If one fifth of what he told me is true; he’s lived an obscenely fun and interesting life with all the icons of his generation as his personal acquaintances. He knew Jimi Hendrix before he was a star. Jimi was a pedestrian guitarist; Elvis Costello stole his style from this guy; one of his uncles is some Arlo Guthrie or someone. Don’t know who that is personally. He’s done music management and personally handled ALL the big Oz bands (yeah, right).

But he wouldn’t stop talking; he made it seem rude to take my leave and go and DAMMIT ! I was glad to get out of there.

Now, I have to accept the offer of the Oddballs House aka Lettuce House.

I’m gonna IO and “things” and watch some Lexx. A deflating day.

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Hey Astrea… having some trouble finding a place… sorry to hear that!

I’d say, with the IO and IH, you’ve been able to see the kind of people these potential roommates will be without hiding too much behind masks of cordiality…

Turn on the spigot to their internal thought processes from the getgo… so you know, if you’d like it there, tolerate it, or flat out just GET OUT!!! :slight_smile:

Wish you well in your search for the bad ass bunny pad!!!

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Sweetie, that guy (from your July 11th post) was just a nut. Period. I mean, what a weird way to treat someone you’ve just met. Or anyone at all…

Did you have any responses from other people that day, on the IO and IH? Just curious.

But yeah. No amount of mones was going to turn that loon into a person who would appropriately respond to anything…at least that’s the way it sounds. (shrug) Whew, you poor thing.

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And as far as it goes, he is by far, the least dangerous individual in my life right now - because I don’t have to go back.

And as far as whack jobs go, his is all on Planet Pat. I thank him and appreciate him for not making it a public event attached to a psychosis.

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How goes the hunt for a new home, Astrea?

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Gonna have to be the Lettuce House.

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Is this a house full of vegans, or people who f**k like rabbits?

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OMG!!! LOLOLOL When I first saw this I had a mouthful of coffee and choked! No, no vegans - couldn’t live with that. My shoes are leather and I’m not gonna wear plastic ones.
They’re way too odd to be f**king like rabbits - more like virtual / imaginary copulations.

I DEFINITELY WON’T BE WEARING COPS IN THIS HOUSE!!! :open_mouth::open_mouth::open_mouth:

good one ScienceStudent :smiley: like an arrow to my humor!