katster: (politics)
Parking on the sidewalk is illegal. Who knew?

Okay, I guess I knew. At least, I knew not to block the impediment of traffic on the sidewalk. But I didn't know that even if your wheels are just a little bit up on the sidewalk that it counts as parking on the sidewalk, at least enough to get a parking ticket for your troubles. (Thank you stupid rounded curbs that make it hard to tell from inside the car just where you are in relation to the curb...)

It's still annoying that this county can't manage to negotiate a deal with the sanitation workers until our trash hasn't been picked up for nearly three weeks, can't bother to show up to a dark parking lot when somebody is calling to report that their window is busted out -- even if they're female and alone, but yet has diligent (possibly *over-diligent*) parking enforcement. So diligent, they have time to cruise neighborhoods to make sure we're all parking correctly.

Wait. You mean parking tickets are revenue enhancing? Ah, right. That explains everything.

Seriously, Sac County, you want me to vote a percent increase in the sales tax to build a new arena downtown, but you're not exactly impressing me as of late that the money would be spent responsibly and wisely. And yes, voters are that fickle.

So I now owe the County of Sacramento $35 for having my wheels just a bit up on the curb. Yeah, it could be worse, and I know the money's useful, but it's still bloody annoying.
katster: (Default)
So I had a therapist appointment today.

I say this as if it was something new, but something interesting did happen. We were talking about my self-esteem issues, and one thing led to another. She asked me to name some of my good traits. I came up with a few. It was hard, though, because sometimes, I'm not entirely sure I *have* good traits. Which is why y'all need to occasionally remind me, y'know -- thick skull and all... :)

...anyway, one thing led to another and I found myself in a very uncomfortable position. She asked me, "Are you smart?" Well, there's only one answer to the question that's right, and the thing is, I *kept* hedging. Because I knew no was the wrong answer, but it was what I felt. And I couldn't bring myself to say yes, because that would be *lying*. Or at least, that's what it felt like in my head.

So yeah, we're gonna start fiddling with cognitive theory. Well, me and my new counselor, this one got another job. Doh, that sucks.

But the point is, I'm not sure I *believe* this cognitive theory stuff. I'm not sure how telling myself what appears to be a bunch of lies will help to make it any more truthful for my head--last I checked, I'm not a Balseraph. ;) And I guess, can somebody try to explain to me just why this works?

Because I'm not sure I see the sense in it.

That said, she said to stop waiting for parents to get their acts together and start doing what I really ought to be doing in order to get myself a job, an apartment, and a car. Because if I wait for parents to get their acts together, I'm going to be living with them when I'm forty.

Last, entirely unrelated, but I have a new icon. [livejournal.com profile] jillcaligirl found it:


Yes. B'harnee on a noose. It amuses me greatly.
katster: (awww)
nobody sleeps at proper times in my house anymore. It's really getting flipping annoying. :P

More annoyance later, after I've slept.

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