My Enemy? My Friend?

I am publishing a fuzzy logic post this am. Partly because I have been sleeping on the couch, to try to help my cat Alex, not feel lonely. I guess that's what he feels when I use my nice comfortable bed.

I close the door, and that doesn't please him. It's to keep him off me. (he weighs almost 20 pounds, and still thinks he can climb on top of me like he's a kitten, I guess). But I like to breathe, and sleep at night!

Anyway, for a long time, he has has taken to pounding on the door when he has had enough of me being in the room with him shut out. And you would be surprised how loud he can pound! All efforts to stop the pounding (yelling, spraying with a spray bottle, etc.) have failed. So, I'm on the couch, which isn't too bad. I used to sleep on it a lot, because I liked to watch TV to fall asleep.

If anyone is still reading along with me, I promise to get to "it" now.

I mean the "other" fuzziness of this post. Yes, it's a double fuzzy!

I work in a woodshop, for 4 hours at night. It's not all I do, but it's the current fuzzy. The woodshop supervisor is named Bob. Which happens to be the name he "took" from me! Don't even ask how that happened, since he is 15 years older than I am!

It's fuzzy, remember?

After the Christmas Holidays, things got tricky between me (the original and true Bob) and that other Bob. He thinks the office computer is his. Has double password protection on it. Was giving me the passwords. Long story this, about how I was using the computer for my "own" things, such as internet surfing, etc. Not totally cool on a state school computer. Even though it isn't all that much of a problem.

I was subbing for him for a couple of days, and I needed to use the computer for a big assignment the real boss gave me. I forgot about that double password. So I mistakenly thought the computer was having a problem, and I called our tech people.

I won't go any further into this issue here, except to say that I no longer "am allowed" to use that computer. "Bob" will not let me. Now he has cleaning and various tasks for me to do instead.

This was not something I was totally happy about. It is not exactly his computer. But the admin upstairs said that it is his section. So I was sort of stuck.

And I might have forgotten to mention that a certain someone does not allow cellphones, ipods, radios, basically anything down in the woodshop. All these things came together in my head and created my fuzzy issue.

If you have read any of the preceding posts, you will see that some things happened to me from inside - not all bad.

I now have an mp3 player and a cellphone. And I wrote myself a mobi website. And a major catalyst of all of this was that other Bob Guy. So how do I relate to him? I had to get through some resentment. But now I feel like a new person in several ways. I not only have the new robertterrell.mobi website. I also got the artinfosite.info website up and running.

Some of the changes were already in the works, but he certainly played his part! A higher logic is in play here. Logic is not quite the word. Not from my perspective down here. It's fuzzy for me.

I was thinking yesterday that I know I have big plans for some things in my life. Or I know that there "are" big plans still to come. Only I don't quite know what they are. Perhaps I need to go "bug" Woodshop Bob so he will lay some of his unfriendly vibes on me! I perceived them as unfriendly, but my reaction to them - the overall net result for me - has been quite, unexpectedly positive.

I need more "enemies" like that! haha