Domestic Geek

Man, I'm glad this day is almost over. I really hate wasted days like this. I didn't accomplish squat.

The first major winter storm here in the Denver area has occurred and it was all freezing drizzle. It took me a half hour to scrape the 1/8" ice off my windows. Of course, it doesn't help that I broke my scraper in the process. Then it took me almost 90 minutes to get to work because of the totally jacked up traffic. This storm started yesterday, so you'd think that the overpasses and stuff would be well-sanded in time for rush hour. HA! Rush hour tonight was a nightmare. Then it's Halloween and I had to deliver pizza. Could any of these people that ordered bother to de-ice their front porches? No. It's bad enough that I almost killed myself more than once, but what about the poor trick-or-treaters encumbered by costumes and candy? The only good thing about the evening is that it was the first Halloween that I've driven that losers didn't give me candy instead of a tip. Sadly, though, the tips I did get were not what I'd usually get on a holiday or a poor weather night. Oh, well.

Since I got to work late, I didn't get all the dough made that I needed. I think the manager made some condescending remark about it as I was leaving tonight. Creep. So, I'd better get to bed so I can get up early and get the dough made before he gets there in the morning. I'm really starting to hate that guy.

Today is Marcus' and my 11th Anniversary of when we "officially" started seeing each other. Wow. Sometimes it's hard to believe it's been that long.

I've been a little down lately. While we were in Vegas, the dry air made all my wrinkles really stand out. For the first time, I really noticed that I was starting to look old. Then, last Friday while listening to the Rush Limbaugh Show, I found out that I'm older than Matt Drudge. That just can't be! *sigh*

Current mood: scared
My house is overrun with wasps. Marcus killed one when he got home from work that was up in our skylight. Now there are two more in the window. One is probably the b*tch that stung me earlier (I read online that wasps don't die after stinging like bees do--pity). I have a terrible feeling that they're coming in through the swamp cooler. I hope they didn't nest up there. Anyway, Marcus found some old wasp killer out in the shed and is about to try to kill them.

Update: Yay, the wasps are dead!!!

Current mood: frustrated
Can I get a redo for this day? I swear this day has been the biggest waste ever.

I got to school and the teacher reviewed for our final tomorrow for about a half hour and then let us go. We couldn't have done that Tuesday and then had the final today? Then I wouldn't have to go take it tomorrow. Oh, well. So, I had time to finish getting stuff ready to turn in for the art show that was due today. I would've done it sooner, but the show is so unorganized this year that every teacher tells you something different about how stuff is supposed to be presented. First I was told that the black paper mats they were in from class were fine. Then I was told I needed to mount them on foamcore. Well, it turned out that things were supposed to be in frames with wire hangers. Not sawtooth, not preformed hanging holes that are part of the frame--wire.

While I was home working on framing, I stepped on a wasp. It got me on the toe next to my big toe. The last time a wasp stung me, I had a really bad allergic reaction. Maybe she didn't get me good enough or my socks helped keep the sting from being worse, but I didn't have an allergic attack. It did hurt like hell, though. I swear it felt like someone had jabbed a really hot needle into my foot. Then my toe swelled up really huge. Later I started a fever and felt totally sick. I thought I was going to faint at work.

After I made dough, I was supposed to drive tonight. The stupid manager told me not to clock in--they weren't busy enough for me to drive. ARGH!!!! I only had two shifts this week anyway, and then this. This is getting so old. How about doing something to increase sales?