Domestic Geek

I must change the template tomorrow. Halloween was over a week ago, for Pete's sake.

Current mood: exhausted
Ten straight hours of prep today to make up for the stuff that couldn't get made yesterday. 24 batches in all plus vegetables and sauce. Oh boy! My feet hurt. The same ass last week that hung his jacket on the can opener while I was making sauce tried to wash the stuff I was using to make dough while I was still using them. Does he have to work hard to be that much of an idiot or does it just come naturally? The head manager at one of the stores brought in the birthday cake his mother made him for us all to eat. I swear, it was the absolute worst cake I have ever had. I tried to be polite and finish it, but I just couldn't. It was really greasy and had a disgusting aftertaste. I had to bury it in the bottom of the trash can. On top of the fact it tasted like crap, it gave me heartburn on the drive home. Ick!

I didn't mention it earlier, but South Park Wednesday night cracked me up. I was wondering if Trey & Matt were going to poke fun at the way this country is handling this whole 911 attack/terrorist issue. I'm going to have to tape that when it is on again on Sunday. Too funny.

I guess I had better get to bed. More prep tomorrow plus some friends are coming over for a BBQ. I wish I had the energy to clean the house better. Oh, well. Life goes on.

850 KOA's The Sports Zoo cracked me up on the way home. They're talking about the way women think. Scott started this out by relating how his wife had decided she wanted a new comforter for the bed. After bringing home a new comforter, it didn't match the existing furniture, wallpaper, drapes, etc. and she wanted to change everything. A man called in and told how his wife put up a wallpaper border in the bathroom and then got the matching towels. When he went to take a shower, she told him not to use the "new towels." What was the logic of that? Susie ageed with the wife because the new towels were "show towels." This reminded me of Marcus' mom. One summer day when she called to chat she was telling Marcus about how the fleas in the basement were biting everyone and they were miserable. Marcus asked why they were in the basement. Watching television. Why were they down there and not watching it in the living room? They just go a new sofa. So why can't you sit on the new sofa. It's a show sofa. They also didn't spray to get rid of the fleas because it cost too much money. Wha???

Current mood: frustrated
Our whole unix class is ready to pop a blood vessel in the brain. We're doing this lab today and nothing is working right. We're supposed to configure a pop3 mail server and we don't have a clue what we're doing. We're also supposed to be a dhcp server, but the teacher has us configuring something wrong and the daemon won't even start. I'm so lost. I'll have to do some studying this weekend and start fresh on Monday. The only good news is the dns server on my machine is working. Yippee.

I drove all the way to work this morning for nothing. I get there and there is a note for the Shamrock food delivery guy that one of the walk-ins is broken and he has to put all the food in the dough cooler. I can't make dough because there is nowhere to put it. You know, a phone call would've been nice. When the owner got there he says, I couldn't call you because I don't have your phone number. I informed him that both my home and cell numbers are on the phone list at the other store if he had bothered to call over there. Then he says, well, it was 11 p.m. and I knew you'd be asleep. Fine, so leave a message on my machine and on my cell and then I would have gotten the message when I got up. Then I could've stayed home and done something productive or else gone back to sleep and gotten some much-needed rest instead of being so angry at the insensitivity and thoughtlessness of the jerk I work for. I also would not have had to drive on the dark, snowy interstate. It's not like there are places I can go to hang out before my class at six in the morning. ARGH! I also mentioned to the owner that since there was no food in that walk-in, now would be a great time to scrub everything down and make it nice and clean. He replies, "Well, it's not really that bad in here." I work with pigs (oink, oink).

Well, I found out why the package wasn't delivered yesterday. When Marcus got home from work, he called the delivery company and they said the sender had requested the package back. Turns out Marcus had called the game company and asked why they shipped it without a complete address and why it wasn't sent regular mail to our PO box. The guy said he'd look into it and call him back. Since he didn't get that call, he figured the guy had blown him off. Instead, the company had the shipper return the one that would've been delivered yesterday, I didn't get to go to bed early like I wanted, and Marcus is still waiting for his game. Whoohoo. Man, I hope it's in the mail when I get home or Marcus is going to pop a vessel.

Ok, I'm going home now.

Stupid delivery guy never showed up. I'm so glad I wasted all this precious sleeping time waiting.