oh I'm so bad....I promise one day, ONE day I will write everyone back again on a semi-regular basis. I kind of miss my office job, because it made going on here so regular.
I'm home sick. I woke up feeling like a truck had run me over, but felt guilty that we'd be seriously understaffed most of the afternoon if I didn't drag my sorry ass in. So I get in, look pitiful, and beg for a replacement to cover me. The suburban mom is staying til 3:30 instead of 2, and the owner should be able to cover by herself until 6pm. I felt horriblely guilty about leaving, but my head was pounding, my ears are stuffed up, and my concentration is less then adequate for retail today.
Stopped at the bank, bought some falafel and a treat and dragged myself home.
And now I sit, kind of achey and tired, feeling guilty. (even though, for $8 an hour, that is not enough to make me stand there miserable for 8 hours)
I shouldn't beat myself up, I did stay for 3 hours, and I covered a big chunk of the lunchtime rush, input knitting needles barcodes, and restocked some yarn.
Stupid Catholic guilt...it gets me everytime.
Anyway...I've been knitting alot, when I'm not too cold or exhausted to move out from under the blankets. I'm doing a shawl for my wedding, a scarf, another shawl, and occasionally picking up projects I put down for reasons I can't quite remember. I'm teaching another beginner's class, which is kind of a pain in the ass, but it pays nicely, so I keep my complaints to a minimum.
I've been planning for our trip to Vegas. I have my two projects to knit ready to go (this is SO much more important then packing clothing.) I need to buy new glass earrings. I think I'm currently at a 2g but I need to check with the peircing place. I always mean to remember this information, but then other meaningless facts come along and push out the details I actually do need.
My tattoo is at that icky peeling stage. I use all my willpower not to pick at it. Because, different colors of skin flakes are endlessly fascinating.
I really need to think up more interesting information. I've just been so tired lately. If I'm not spending time with my boy i'm working. I'm surprised I even have time to sleep anymore.
Sigh.
I'm sick of winter.
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I still feel like poop. I think I'm going to call work when we open and tell them I'm not rolling in until 2pm. Because Wed = 10 hour work day, and I just don't think I have it in me today. Ugh
I'm home sick. I woke up feeling like a truck had run me over, but felt guilty that we'd be seriously understaffed most of the afternoon if I didn't drag my sorry ass in. So I get in, look pitiful, and beg for a replacement to cover me. The suburban mom is staying til 3:30 instead of 2, and the owner should be able to cover by herself until 6pm. I felt horriblely guilty about leaving, but my head was pounding, my ears are stuffed up, and my concentration is less then adequate for retail today.
Stopped at the bank, bought some falafel and a treat and dragged myself home.
And now I sit, kind of achey and tired, feeling guilty. (even though, for $8 an hour, that is not enough to make me stand there miserable for 8 hours)
I shouldn't beat myself up, I did stay for 3 hours, and I covered a big chunk of the lunchtime rush, input knitting needles barcodes, and restocked some yarn.
Stupid Catholic guilt...it gets me everytime.
Anyway...I've been knitting alot, when I'm not too cold or exhausted to move out from under the blankets. I'm doing a shawl for my wedding, a scarf, another shawl, and occasionally picking up projects I put down for reasons I can't quite remember. I'm teaching another beginner's class, which is kind of a pain in the ass, but it pays nicely, so I keep my complaints to a minimum.
I've been planning for our trip to Vegas. I have my two projects to knit ready to go (this is SO much more important then packing clothing.) I need to buy new glass earrings. I think I'm currently at a 2g but I need to check with the peircing place. I always mean to remember this information, but then other meaningless facts come along and push out the details I actually do need.
My tattoo is at that icky peeling stage. I use all my willpower not to pick at it. Because, different colors of skin flakes are endlessly fascinating.
I really need to think up more interesting information. I've just been so tired lately. If I'm not spending time with my boy i'm working. I'm surprised I even have time to sleep anymore.
Sigh.
I'm sick of winter.
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I still feel like poop. I think I'm going to call work when we open and tell them I'm not rolling in until 2pm. Because Wed = 10 hour work day, and I just don't think I have it in me today. Ugh
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I get tattooed tomorrow. I am excited.
I never pick at my tattoos. But when they start itchin...I slap them. No one ever said I couldnt. Heh.
Hope you feel better honey.
Peas
Meg