Domestic Geek

Today at work I swept up the stuff that fell all over the floor during the dough-making process into one of those dust pans that have the long handle and hold lots of stuff (like you see the groundskeepers at amusement parks use). I emptied it into the trash can and noticed some stuff stuck in the bottom of it. There's always stuff stuck down there because the nimrods who clean at night just leave it full when they hang it up and it has many hours to sit and congeal before someone finally empties it. Anyway, dummy me decided to be nice and scrape it out. I took a long knife and scraped at the stuff and hundreds (if not thousands) of maggots come pouring out. Eeeewwwww. Well, being the thoughtful person that I am, I took it to the manager on duty and asked her if she wanted to see something truly disgusting. I thought she was going to puke. Strange that I got some sort of weird satisfaction from that as watching her and her "boy toy" make out at work makes me want to puke as well. And the head manager wonders why we have such a bad fly problem...

I got into it this morning with this woman at work about the government. I listen to Rush Limbaugh, do you think I'm going to be sympathetic to people who are upset about possibly losing government-funded daycare? Where does this damn entitlement feeling come from? I'm so SICK and TIRED of whiny-assed people moaning about the government not giving them enough... (fill in the blank). I'm tired of hearing about greedy corporations not paying enough. Listen, people. There is no magical, unending source of funds called "The Government". The government is YOU and YOUR FRIENDS and NEIGHBORS. Corporations are essentially YOU, YOUR FRIENDS and YOUR NEIGHBORS. All you're doing when you take "government" money is stealing from your friends and neighbors who happen to make more money than you (probably through their own hard work and sacrifice). Get off your lazy asses and work for what you want instead of taking from "the government". You'll feel better about yourself. I know I will.

Dang it. Why do I need money? Not working Tuesday-Thursday was really fun, but it is really going to hurt me financially. I'm supposed to be off the whole weekend, but I offered to work tonight (one driver is still stuck in San Francisco and can't get a flight into Denver until Saturday and another older driver hurt himself shoveling snow). If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't. I even told the manager I'd go ahead and make dough. I can't afford a whole week of no money coming in. *sigh*

I made it in to make dough, yesterday. It took four hours to get my car out and Marcus and I got sunburned. The plow guy kept getting stuck and he broke his plow trying to clear the snow on our street. What a mess! I knew there would be no way I could deliver when I saw the conditions of the side streets. Fortunatley, the manager convinced the owner to stay closed for one more day. I doubt they're in much better shape today, though. Oh, well.

On a brighter note, my craft room is almost all back together. Marcus and I finally got my Christmas desk all set up. I can't wait to use it. I contacted the Dimensions company to see if I can get new instructions for my kit. I'm really anxious to get started on it. I heard on the radio yesterday that the roof of the Michaels craft store in Aurora caved yesterday. I wonder how bad the damage was.

I need to redesign my whole web site. I think I'm going to start a craft blog to keep track of progress on various projects I've got going. Most of the rest of my site is soooooo out of date and I want a new blog design. Damn, why do I need money?

Now I remember why I used to prefer making dough in the middle of the night--I was oblivious to the crap that goes on in the store between the people that work there. I've found out so much stuff this last week that I really wish I was still clueless about (all of a sudden I'm everyone's confidante). It makes my head hurt thinking about it all. Some of it also pisses me off, but there's nothing I can do about any of it. As long as the players are the same, the same dance will go on. I can honestly say that I'm lost any inkling of respect for anyone there. No wonder I've lost all motivation to do a good job. I must do well in school so that I can get away from all of those nut jobs.

I didn't get my project done before the deadline today in class, though. I guess that's what I get for blowing school off on Monday. I need to get a small portable hard drive so that I can bring my projects home to work on them. That so sucks that there is no way to do that now. I could've finished if I'd been able to work on it here. Oh, well. I'm doing so well otherwise that the points I'm going to lose won't kill my grade that much. The worst part was I found typos after I turned it in. There's no way to get an "A" with misspellings. Shit happens. I guess I've got a major case of spring fever or something, because I so just don't care about stuff right now that I should be caring about. I hate it when I get like that.

When I came home tonight (after work), I sat down here to read my email on the new ViewSonic monitor that I purchased this afternoon. Skippy was in my dark craft room whining. When I went in there, he started running back and forth between me and the front window. I looked and listened and couldn't find anything odd, so I chased him out and figured while I was up I'd go into the other room and check on the bunnies. Lo and behold, the door is open and one of the rabbits is missing. Guess where? You got it. She was in the farthest corner behind all the cabinets I've yet to get put back. What a pain it was to get her out of there. Of course, she didn't cooperate, either. I guess Marcus left one of the doors open last night when he cleaned their cage. Yay Skippy for alerting me to the problem!

Well, my body hurts, so I'm going to go to bed. I might read for a bit, though. That reminds me: We got our mid-terms back today, and my teacher marked a question wrong that said (true/false) "A bit is the same as a byte." I put false. I said, "Aren't there 8 bits in a byte? (There are.) So, they're not the same thing." He jokingly (I hope) says that I fail for showing up the teacher. Ha! He also didn't seem to find my comment amusing that I wrote in the margin about another question. It was a multiple choice that asked who provided the hardware for Apple computers. The three choices were a) Motorola, b) Dell, or c) Apple. Well, obviously it was c, but I noted that a was also partially correct as Motorola provides the processor. When I queried him later as to whether he found my comment humorous, he said the question asked about the hardware. Well, the last time I checked, a processor was hardware. It certainly isn't software. *sigh*