Domestic Geek

Bah, it snowed alot again yesterday. I am so sick of this stupid snow. I'm tired of ice and wet feet and chapped lips. I hate wearing a heavy coat and scraping my car windows. The only good thing I can say about all of this is I'm glad I don't work in Larkspur or live in Byers anymore.

I slept over 10 hours last night (Friday into Saturday). After Marcus and I went out and ran a few errands, we came home and napped at least three more. Needless to say, I'm wide awake now. I'll jot down a few things I've been meaning to blog about:

To answer my friend Chrissy's query: Yes, I do like my new job (so far). I'm not going to get too excited about it (I'm being cautiously optimistic), but I think I might be there for awhile. Marcus said he noticed early on into the job I had at this time last year that I really hated it. I am a creative person, but I hated the work I was doing. I hated the personality clashes. I hated that I didn't respect my "boss." I hated the drive (especially in the snow). I hated the deadline stress. I definitely work with a nicer group of people now. I also don't have to deal directly with customers. The only thing that kind of sucks is I don't have Internet access while I'm working. Oh, well. Small price to pay for more money than I was making last year, less stress, shorter drive and full paid benefits around the beginning of April. Plus, I get to see glimpses of Marcus as he runs around the place doing what it is he does.

I'm going to need to find a creative outlet, though. The type of work I do (and will do in the future when they teach me more) is not creative at all. Once I get a routine established, I need to start designing graphics or blog templates or something. I don't want to lose my Photoshop/Illustrator design skills. One of my new coworkers embroiders and is willing to teach me all that she knows. I just need to get a machine. I definitely need more cash coming in from somewhere.

Marcus and I were at CompUsa on Saturday and they were playing this fascinating DVD called Animusic. It was computer animated music videos. I'd love to get that.

It's really yucky coming home to a house with no dog. I've found myself dawdling at craft stores and such after work so that I don't have to go home to an empty house for long (Marcus usually gets home 3-4 hours after I do). It's oddly lonely and unsettling.

OK, I need to try to sleep at least or I'll never get to sleep tomorrow night.

Wow, I've got a lot on my plate today! I finally broke out of my depression a bit last night and started taking down my Christmas tree. Yes, it is still up. Not a smart move with a real tree. I need to finish that today. I need to try to get some of the stains out of the carpet. I'm going to make myself pack up Skippy's things. I glanced at them the other day, noticed they were empty and had to stop myself from filling them up.

Marcus' boss and her husband have some business they need to attend to in our area, so we're going to meet them for brunch later. I need to get off of this computer and get ready so we can leave when they call that they are done.

It's so freaking cold! It was 0°F yesterday morning when I went to work and had warmed to a mere 4°F as I was driving back home. It's below zero right now (different sites are giving me different readings) and will remain this cold for a few days. Yuck!

I need to develop a plan to get more money coming in now. I want to be out of the stupid mobile home park.

OK, I need to get moving. Much to do. Have a great Saturday everybody!

Hey all — sorry about my absence of late. First off, I jacked up my hand somehow on New Year's Eve. That or I've developed carpel tunnel. Either way, my right hand has been killing me. It hurt so bad on New Year's that I couldn't even sleep. I also couldn't take any pain killers since I'd been drinking over at Dave's get together. Typing and mousing has been excruciating. I was bummed about the Bronco loss on Sunday, but that was quickly overshadowed by the news that Darrent Williams had been murdered. All of that in conjunction with losing Skippy, I've been in a depressed fog all week. I'm also having insomnia again. No matter when I go to bed, I can't sleep. I haven't allowed myself to resort to NyQuil or anything to help me sleep this time, but I'm really dragging.

I had a breakdown yesterday when the vet that we took him to sent us a condolence card. That in itself wasn't so bad, it was very thoughtful. What really tore me up was a paper with The Rainbow Bridge story on it and Skippy's paw prints. I totally broke down crying. I miss him so badly. It is so weird coming into a dogless house.

I do have a big of good news, though. I finally got full time at work. Good thing with the lack of PPP money I've got coming in the next few weeks. I also probably got $1/hr raise, but the owner of the company has to approve it first. The HR lady told me he would more than likely approve it, but it all depended on the mood he is in when it crosses his desk. He has seemed to be upbeat, so keeping my fingers crossed on that one. Now I'm eligible for paid holidays. In 90 days, I get full paid benefits. I've never had a job with benefits before. I think I actually get paid vacation in a year, too. I'll have to look at the handbook.

I had other things to say, but can't remember right now and my hand is hurting. I guess that's it for now.

Today is Marcus' birthday. I'd tell you how old he is, but he'd get mad. He seems to think he's ancient. *sigh* I thought it was only women who worried about being old. lol

He, my dad and I went to the Old Spaghetti Factory downtown to celebrate. He wanted to get spaghetti with Mizithra cheese. I really wanted to get the staff to sing for him, but he wouldn't let me. He's weird that way. It was strange that the guy sitting at the very next table was also celebrating his birthday today.