Domestic Geek

Oh, man...the front desk here always has a stocked big bowl of candy. They've filled it with that Toosie Roll assorment. I really, really love Vanilla Tootsie Rolls. I wish the company would just sell those by themselves. It seems those assortment bags are only plentiful around Halloween. I still don't know where to buy them, though. Of course, I haven't been in a position to pass out Halloween candy in a long time and the last thing I need around my house is a lot of candy (not because I'll eat it--it'll probably get stale and yucky). I'm fortunate that I don't often crave sweets. Salty snacks is where I get into trouble. I found a site called CandyFavorites.com which claims they sort through the assortments and will sell you only vanilla Tootsie Rolls I'm not paying $30 plus shipping for 5 lbs. of candy. I don't care how bad I want them. Hm, think I need to take a little stroll down the hall.

Melly posted an Orange Cranberry Sauce Recipe that sounds yummy. I'm tempted to give that a try for this year's Thanksgiving meal. I'm being optimistic that I will be employed soon and will have much for which to be thankful.

I'm hanging out at Marcus' workplace today. I'm going to help him with something in a few hours, but he and another guy are busy working on something else right at the moment. We didn't want to waste the money for both of us driving over here, so I brought a movie, a book and my cross-stitch to keep me occupied. In addition to the old Internet here, I'll have plenty to do.

I'm watching The Breakup right now. Why in the hell do women get a guy and then try to change them? Stupid. Listen up, women. Take a good look at what your man is like. That is what you get. If you don't like it, look for someone else. Also, take a look in the mirror. We woman aren't perfect either. In fact, we pretty much suck. I'm really surprised there are actually any men in the world willing to live with us. Also, a guy either pays half or more for the home you live in. If he wants a pool table, deal with it. If he wants to keep his action figures on a shelf next to your figurines, so be it. He puts up with your stupid pillows and cross stitch pictures on the wall. It's all about compromise. I hate women who keep men in basements or garages and then complain that they never spend any time in the house. They feel comfortable there because that's the only space you let them decorate. Remember Marcus' tech tree from last year because I didn't feel like decorating? Some women were appalled that I would "let" him do that. I thought it was cool. It's like those women that won't let men show their collections in the house. Why? Just because you don't like them doesn't mean the collection doesn't have value. Women complain that men never help around the house, yet they ignore lawn mowing, repairs, etc. They bitch that men are inconsiderate and yet they're totally inconsiderate of their men's feelings and needs. Quit demanding equality in your relationship. There is no such thing. It's push and pull. Give and take. Also, stop bitching to your friends and family about how men suck. You create your own reality. Maybe if you looked for and appreciated the good in your partner, the bad wouldn't be so overwhelming.

I'm reminded of when I worked as an insider at my old pizza job. All of the women there would commiserate about how bad their men were. They were highly annoyed that I wouldn't join in. I wish they could've heard themselves. I told them once that maybe the reason their relationships sucked was because of their attitudes about them. I mean, I'd be pissed if I knew Marcus was complaining to others about every little annoying thing about me.

Anyway, that's just my two cents.

I'm really hating to have to travel anywhere in the Denver Metro area. Between traffic congestion and road construction, there is no good time to be out on the road. I went to have lunch with Marcus (in exchange for getting his paycheck to put it in the bank before 3pm). I left home around 12:30ish. First, it took 45 minutes just to drive the 18-20 miles away to his workplace. There was a minor accident on I-25. Big whoop. After we got past the accident, would people accelerate up to the speed limit? Oh, hell no! Then, when I got there, they had the street in front of his workplace all torn up and I couldn't even get into his parking lot. After we ate, it took forever to get back to his work because of this jacked up construction that's been going on for over a year at Evans/Broadway. I had three small errands to run on the way back: 1) put his check in the bank; 2) make my car payment; and 3) stop and buy toilet paper. That's all. It took and hour and a half to make my way back across town doing those errands before I finally got home. Grrrr. It's no wonder road range is rampant. I was so frazzled when I got home, it wasn't even funny. What's stupid is, the height of rush hour didn't even used to start until 4pm when I was younger. Now, it doesn't matter. You can have a total traffic snarl at 3 in the morning. It's totally out of control.

So, the situation is getting dire. I emailed the placement lady this morning to see if she has any leads and to let her know that I'm starting to panic because of absolutely no income. She tells me not to panic, this process takes time. I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB SINCE MARCH AND I'VE BEEN UNEMPLOYED SINCE JULY--HOW MUCH MORE TIME DO YOU THINK I HAVE??!!!! I know she's trying to be helpful, but it wasn't. I had a small glimmer of hope that I'll still find my true calling. I watched a video of the Fly Lady being interviewed. She didn't start that program until she was 40 and look at how successful she is now. Oh, universe...please show me what I'm supposed to be doing. In the meantime, help me find a job so that I can continue to pay my bills. Thanks.