Domestic Geek

ARGH....I'm between pants sizes. The ones I'm wearing now keep falling down, but the next size down is still too tight. I'm annoying myself by constantly fixing my pants. *sigh* I hope I can get into that next size down soon.

The art director went home sick today. I was there all by myself all afternoon. Of course, a couple of things came up that I had no clue how to deal with. I hope he feels better tomorrow. He's recently quit smoking. I wonder if that's why he felt so ill.

I bought myself some celery to take for lunch today. Man, it was the nastiest most bitter celery I think I've ever had. I ate what I could and tossed the rest. It gave me the worst heartburn. Ugh.

Well, I'm going to have some soup, finish watching Medium and head to bed.

I was commenting to Marcus last night about how quickly time seems to go at the new job, yet it drags at the pizza job. Since I've never ever had a job that I enjoyed much, the concept of time flying at work is a totally foreign concept. I like it. Now if only the fates would see fit to get me out of the pizza job sooner. I hate getting up at 2:30 in the morning.

Ah, the sun has made an appearance today. It was out briefly on Saturday, but hasn't been seen since. How I have missed ye.

I like mornings where I don't have to go do pizza dough--where I get a full night's sleep and can take my time getting ready for work. I actually feel like a normal person today.

Why do some gas pumps have a "pay here credit" and "pay here debit" buttons and then when you push the "pay here credit" button and put your card in, it asks you again if it is a debit card? I told you it was credit already, dammit! If you have a debit card and cannot push the appropriate button in the first place, then tough--you lose 'cause you're stupid. Just a small something that annoys me on a regular basis.

When I was at the Cherry Creek mall last Friday for the Tiger Premiere, I wandered down to the Build-A-Bear store. There was a party going on there and the kids were singing the Chicken Dance. I didn't know that song had lyrics. The part I had stuck in my head was:

I don't wanna be a chicken,
I don't wanna be a duck,
so I shake my tail

I found a cute little catalog when we were going through the files at work yesterday looking for clues as to where our company's web site is hosted. It's for a company called Computer Gear that sells goofy gifts for the geeky. I ordered the new catalog because paper catalogs are easier to browse than an Internet site and I like having catalogs in the bathroom. Does that make me weird? Anyway, I think I've found a source for Christmas gifts. lol

Well, I'd better get moving. Everybody have a great day!

Your Birthdate: September 11

Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too. You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world. You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer.

Hmmm...Yep, that about sums me up.

Yep, the drains had backed up. Moron. The note he left said he was there until 3:30 a.m. He was probably looking for some sort of sympathy. Is it wrong that I was glad that the loser manager probably only got about 4 hours sleep before he had to be back at 9 to write the schedule? Everytime something like this happens, I usually say, "Good, now maybe he's learned his lesson and will do some preventive maintenance once in a while." I've since realized that he thrives on these dramas. He likes playing the martyr. Well, I'm no longer playing his game. The only word spoken to him today was hello when he walked in the door. I didn't ask him about the backup, I didn't tell him that his stupidity wasted my time, I didn't say a word. Jerk. Won't miss him one little bit when I'm gone. In fact, won't miss anybody there one little bit.