had a pretty positive day of job hunting today. nothing certain, but it's looking very likely that i'll be working at a golf course this summer.
that means one very important thing: FREE GOLF.
maybe i'll actually get good at it now =p
that means one very important thing: FREE GOLF.
maybe i'll actually get good at it now =p
i made a discovery today! unburnable liquid butter substitute (aka. butter-it) really, really, REALLY hurts.
here be the scenario:
- i put butter-it in pan and put it on the heat.
- i stick veggies into boiling water to get them soft.
- i wander away to finish up other stuff
- i come back and remove butter-it pan from heat.
- i remove the now waterlogged veggies from the water.
- i dump veggies into pan.
- waterlogged veggies burst into flames.
- butter-it spatters onto my hand and arm.
- burning veggies ignite the butter-it in the pan and make 5 foot flames that didn't want to go away.
so yeah.. i'm wondering what the boiling point of this butter-it is, because it wasn't boiling, but it was hot enough to make waterlogged green and yellow beans spontaneously burst into flames.
here be the scenario:
- i put butter-it in pan and put it on the heat.
- i stick veggies into boiling water to get them soft.
- i wander away to finish up other stuff
- i come back and remove butter-it pan from heat.
- i remove the now waterlogged veggies from the water.
- i dump veggies into pan.
- waterlogged veggies burst into flames.
- butter-it spatters onto my hand and arm.
- burning veggies ignite the butter-it in the pan and make 5 foot flames that didn't want to go away.
so yeah.. i'm wondering what the boiling point of this butter-it is, because it wasn't boiling, but it was hot enough to make waterlogged green and yellow beans spontaneously burst into flames.
why can't just one thing go wrong at a time? why do so many things have to happen all at once.
sunday, someone gouged a hole out of one of my tires while i was parked on the driveway at my dad's place. not slashed, no, that would be too easy, no, there is a 1" x 2" hole where the rubber is just gone. so, buying tires is gonna set me back.
i get to work yesterday, check next week's schedule and go about my day. today, i get in to work to find that my next tuesday shift has been changed from 9 - 5 to 1 - 9. 1st, they are required by law to give one week WRITTEN notice of any schedule changes. 2nd, no one bothered to tell me that my schedule was being changed, or explaine why. 3rd, i have a prior commitment tuesday night, and am not available to work.
my son is lying more and more, and getting more and more disobediant. tonight, he actually pushed me far enough that i wanted to just smack him. the thought of it is making me sick right now.
i get home tonight and find that in february, i spent $500 more than i made. even in december and january when i had xmas bills to contend with, i earned more than i spent; i dunno what the hell happened in feb. but i do know that march is going to be worse. my credit card has $100 more on it than it did last month, and i'm still going to have to buy some tires.
end result of my financial difficulties is that my goal of buying a house this summer is slipping farther and farther out of reach... check that, it's not "slipping" out of reach.. more like it got on a jet and is trying to get as far away from me as possible.
my only high note for today is the cute girl at the video store was shooting cute looks at me for the hour i spent walking up and down the aisles checking ever title in the store. of course, to burst my bubble, i have this overwhelming gut feeling that she's still in high school which would make me a pedophile =( and even if she isn't underage, and is interested in me, a girlfriend is the last thing i need right now considering my financial situation.
right when it looked like everything was FINALLY falling into place, today had to happen.
sunday, someone gouged a hole out of one of my tires while i was parked on the driveway at my dad's place. not slashed, no, that would be too easy, no, there is a 1" x 2" hole where the rubber is just gone. so, buying tires is gonna set me back.
i get to work yesterday, check next week's schedule and go about my day. today, i get in to work to find that my next tuesday shift has been changed from 9 - 5 to 1 - 9. 1st, they are required by law to give one week WRITTEN notice of any schedule changes. 2nd, no one bothered to tell me that my schedule was being changed, or explaine why. 3rd, i have a prior commitment tuesday night, and am not available to work.
my son is lying more and more, and getting more and more disobediant. tonight, he actually pushed me far enough that i wanted to just smack him. the thought of it is making me sick right now.
i get home tonight and find that in february, i spent $500 more than i made. even in december and january when i had xmas bills to contend with, i earned more than i spent; i dunno what the hell happened in feb. but i do know that march is going to be worse. my credit card has $100 more on it than it did last month, and i'm still going to have to buy some tires.
end result of my financial difficulties is that my goal of buying a house this summer is slipping farther and farther out of reach... check that, it's not "slipping" out of reach.. more like it got on a jet and is trying to get as far away from me as possible.
my only high note for today is the cute girl at the video store was shooting cute looks at me for the hour i spent walking up and down the aisles checking ever title in the store. of course, to burst my bubble, i have this overwhelming gut feeling that she's still in high school which would make me a pedophile =( and even if she isn't underage, and is interested in me, a girlfriend is the last thing i need right now considering my financial situation.
right when it looked like everything was FINALLY falling into place, today had to happen.
we have 3 iraqis in the kitchen. and i got to work with all 3 of them today. it feels kinda weird, they jibber away in arabic all day long, and i'm left to wonder if they're plotting to go jihad all over my ass...
