Man, I had a horrible night. Loud neighbors arguing outside my window at 11:30 pm. Dog panting all night. Itchy skin and stuffy nose from mosquito bites. Getting up at 4 am to let the dog out. Horrible nightmares. I woke up more tired than when I went to bed.
There are two dreams that I remember clearly. The first one had Marcus and I driving east on Jewell approaching Peoria. We saw a scared Malamute standing in the road and I pulled over. While the dog had no collar, we knew he lived in the condo that he was standing in front of. The gate was cracked open, so Marcus entered to go knock on the door. It was also open and a black lab came tearing out of the place. We called the police and it turned out the owner of the two dogs had been murdered. I woke up at that, terribly freaked out. That was unnerving. The second one involved me not being able to find another job and crawling back to my old place of employment. The owner's brilliant solution to the long drive was to put a bed in every already overcrowded office and we were to sleep in shifts and not drive home. I said this was crap, I tried to leave, but I couldn't. I was a prisoner. *shudder* Fortunatley, Marcus' alarm went off and got me out of that one.
I've much to do today. I have the shower is our master bath all disassembled. I've been slacking at cleaning it and the combination of hard water and soap scum has been a nightmare to get off. I found a great cleaner at Home Depot, but the fumes are attrocious and I can't be around them for extended period of time. I'm also trying to put the track back on the door that keeps the water from going under the door. It fell off a long time ago and I've yet to put it back on. At some point I'm going to have to redo the caulk on the bottom, but not this time. We've been using the shower in the back bathroom. Marcus says it feels like using a hotel shower back there. LOL
Sending more resumes out today. I will find a job this week. I am not crawling back to my old job...ever. I'm going to swing by Platt and find out what's up with the placement department. I'd like to think that the next person can't be worse than the old one, but he/she very well could be (if they even have a replacement yet at all).
I'm having lunch with Marcus today. Once I find that new job, I won't be able to go have lunch with him anymore (unless it is in the same neighborhood).
There's a new Woody Allen movie out called Scoop. I just saw a preview. I don't understand Woody Allen at all. In that I think Bob Dillon can't sing, Woody Allen can't act. His movie themes are dumb.
OK, back to that shower.
There are two dreams that I remember clearly. The first one had Marcus and I driving east on Jewell approaching Peoria. We saw a scared Malamute standing in the road and I pulled over. While the dog had no collar, we knew he lived in the condo that he was standing in front of. The gate was cracked open, so Marcus entered to go knock on the door. It was also open and a black lab came tearing out of the place. We called the police and it turned out the owner of the two dogs had been murdered. I woke up at that, terribly freaked out. That was unnerving. The second one involved me not being able to find another job and crawling back to my old place of employment. The owner's brilliant solution to the long drive was to put a bed in every already overcrowded office and we were to sleep in shifts and not drive home. I said this was crap, I tried to leave, but I couldn't. I was a prisoner. *shudder* Fortunatley, Marcus' alarm went off and got me out of that one.
I've much to do today. I have the shower is our master bath all disassembled. I've been slacking at cleaning it and the combination of hard water and soap scum has been a nightmare to get off. I found a great cleaner at Home Depot, but the fumes are attrocious and I can't be around them for extended period of time. I'm also trying to put the track back on the door that keeps the water from going under the door. It fell off a long time ago and I've yet to put it back on. At some point I'm going to have to redo the caulk on the bottom, but not this time. We've been using the shower in the back bathroom. Marcus says it feels like using a hotel shower back there. LOL
Sending more resumes out today. I will find a job this week. I am not crawling back to my old job...ever. I'm going to swing by Platt and find out what's up with the placement department. I'd like to think that the next person can't be worse than the old one, but he/she very well could be (if they even have a replacement yet at all).
I'm having lunch with Marcus today. Once I find that new job, I won't be able to go have lunch with him anymore (unless it is in the same neighborhood).
There's a new Woody Allen movie out called Scoop. I just saw a preview. I don't understand Woody Allen at all. In that I think Bob Dillon can't sing, Woody Allen can't act. His movie themes are dumb.
OK, back to that shower.
Name: LaDonna
