Domestic Geek

Current mood: creative
I never realized how much I lay my arm across my forehead when I sleep until last night. I'd keep touching that bump and waking myself up.

My newest ebay prize is a June 1999 issue of The Cross Stitcher magazine that features a chart called "Angel of Cross Stitch" and uses 361 DMC colors. It was designed to commemorate the 100th anniversary of DMC floss. There used to be clubs all over the Internet of women who were stitching this piece. Most of them have gone away (people gave up/lost interest?), but this one site still exists. It doesn't appear to be active, but at least it has a couple of the errors in the chart and a floss shopping list. After I finish this module at school, I will begin this project. I haven't done any cross-stitching since my Vegas trip and I'm really looking forward to doing some. The best part about this is I can easily resell the magazine for what I paid. It appears to be one of the most sought-after cross stitch magazines out there. THe one I got is in mint condition, too. The subscription cards were even still there. EBAY ROCKS!

Isn't it funny how when you're unable to eat something, that's what you crave? I'm craving nachos. I know there is no way I could enjoy them with the raw state my poor throat is in, but I'm craving them just the same. In fact, I've been craving them since last Wednesday. *sigh* Maybe by this weekend my throat will be up to having some.

Tomorrow they're supposed to reveal the identity of the Salem Stalker on Days of Our Lives. Finally! I am so sick of this story line. It's been going on for months and they're dragging it out even more the closer they get to the end. Argh! That's one of the things I hate about soap operas. It takes forever to get to the point, to move on, to resolve anything. Maybe that's one of the reasons I hate my job so much. It really is a real-life soap opera there. I was told yesterday that the manager was crying when he left work Saturday night because he is so sure the store is going to fall apart while he's gone. How pathetic. I should get moving and get to work, I just don't want to go there. I've got so much stuff I want/need to get done around the house. It sucks that I lost so much time being sick. *sigh* Ok, I'm off.

Current mood: sore
Man, I was feeling pretty good this afternoon. Work started to wear me out, though. So much so that I couldn't hold on to a dough tray that I was putting on top of the stack. BAM! Right on my poor forehead. I've got quite a lump going there.

Current mood: barely alive
I got the pudding down last night. Yay, food! Today I actually swallowed once without pain. I made it through work (man, was I exhausted when I got home). I tried some macaroni & cheese for lunch and got that into my tummy. Then I had a nice afternoon nap. I'm on the road to recovery! Ok, except for the tiny yeast infection I've acquired as a result of the antibiotics. Damn, I usually remember to buy the cream at the same time as any antibiotic perscription, just in case. I guess I was too out of it on Wednesday. Oh, well.

So, I needed to go to Guiry's today to get paper to mat my portfolio pieces. I woke up at 3 pm and figured I had plenty of time to get over there. Then it started snowing. According to 9News, it wasn't supposed to snow today. I crept back across town to get to CompUsa to get printer paper before they closed, made it home, then the snow lets up. It's a conspiracy, I tell you!

Marcus is making a roast chicken tonight in his Baby George that I got him for his b-day. It's smelling really good. (UPDATE: was really good!)

Current mood: frustrated
Dumb-ass manager calls me this afternoon and wakes me up from a sound sleep. Wants to know if I'm coming in to do dough tomorrow or if he has to do it before his plane takes off for his vacation. I ask him (through painfully swollen tongue) who is opening the next morning (perhaps this person could do it?). I knew Sunday's opener was scheduled the week before. He never answered. I told him I'd find a way to come in. Why can't he allow anyone else to take on part of this? I just don't get him. The worst of it was when I told him I was really sorry that I got so sick and he says, "I'm sure it wasn't a malicious act." Jerk. He doesn't use words like that, so I knew he had to be thinking it beforehand or somebody planted that word. Yeah, I've spent five days in bed and countless hours in pain barely able to swallow my own spit and not consuming anything except hot tea and NyQuil just to make your life a little more difficult. I used to pity the guy and not too long ago I would've felt really guilty about him having to do my dough. Not anymore. I can't wait to see how badly my schedule next week is screwed.

On a brighter note, Marcus just left for the store and he's going to bring me back some pudding! Mmmmmmm.

Damn, I tire easily. I need to lie down.

Current mood: sick
Well, my constant feverish state broke sometime last night. It felt good to lay in bed and actually throw the covers off instead of all curled-up cold with teeth chattering. My tongue is still huge, as well as my tonsils, but I can feel stuff draining out of them and it doesn't hurt as much to drink as yesterday. Maybe by this evening or tomorrow I can actually eat something. I'M STARVING! I had a craving for vanilla pudding last night (thanks to the JELL-O pudding commercial) and I figured that I might be able to get that down. Of course, there is no pudding mix in the house anywhere. I've got like 20 boxes of Jell-0 mix, no pudding. *sigh*

This led me to pondering something last night. I usually don't actually just sit and watch tv. I've ususally got it on in the background while I surf or read. It's disgusting how much food advertising is on television and how it probably subconsciously makes me want to eat. Almost every other commercial I've seen in the last five days has been for something edible. No wonder Americans are fat when we're sitting on our butts watching television that's telling us we're hungry. Arby's commercial comes on and all of a sudden I'm craving roast beef and cheddar. Applebee's commercial and then I want steak. Rather eye-opening, it was.

I'm trying to decide if I should stay home from work another day or try to tough it out and go in. Marcus votes that I stay home, since I can barely talk (damned swollen tongue). Marcus called my manager on Wednesday (since I couldn't talk) and told him I'd be out indefinitely. The manager leaves me a voice mail yesterday asking when I'll be back because he can't do his job and mine all by himself and he kind of insinuated that I was faking being sick and the overall tone kind of pissed me off. Asshole. You know, we've been so slow lately that when I get there to make dough, the entire staff is sitting on their butts. Making dough is not rocket science. I'm sure a trained monkey could do it. He and I are not the only people in that store that have ever made dough. If he was half the manager he pretends to be, he would've delegated dough-making to several people and all would have been well. I hate his passive aggressive, "I'm a martyr, nothing in this store can be done right except me" attitude that he has. I can hardly wait to see what he gives me for hours next week to get back at me for getting sick. I must get well and get away from that sick, twisted environment.

I missed the image contest deadline yesterday that I wanted to enter. Oh, well, that's what I get for putting things off until the last minute. I hadn't bought paper to prnt on or a frame and the ink didn't show up for my printer until yesterday. I guess it just wasn't meant to be this year. It just means I'll have a whole year to get entried ready for next year's contest. Damn, I really could've used $500 if I had won, though. *sigh*

Bob Keeshan, aka Captain Kangaroo, died yesterday. I used to watch that show every day, along with Blinky's Fun Club, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood and Sesame Street. The Grandfather Clock was the coolest thing. I loved the storybooks that came from there. He will be missed.

My dad is the coolest. He drove over here yesterday just to bring me Coke and NyQuil. How cool is that? Then he pet Skippy and fed my bunnies. Thanks, Dad!

OK, in just the short time I've been sitting here I feel like total crap again. Guess that answers the work dilemma today. I'm going back to bed.