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I've been staying up super late all week. I try to get all my work done during the day, but I like to do laundry and run errands while people are at work because it's easier. It was also slow, and what happens then is that if we run out of work in the queue at any point, we can email and say we ran out of work and we're off the hook for the day. I usually check back a few times and do some work at night, because I don't want to keep saying there's nothing for me to do because other people are doing it. Unfortunately, I kept getting to the point where I was just about to run out and then stuff would start coming in, and I didn't feel comfortable saying I ran out when they might check and say "There's a whole bunch of stuff in here" and I'd get in trouble. So I would be working until 2:30 or so, and then since I was all wired and needed to wind down I wasn't going to sleep until about 4:30 at least. I was surprised to see a few of my coworkers on almost as late--they're "normal" people with kids so I expect them to go to bed much earlier. We're starting to get a lot of stuff coming in now, which is stressful in the sense that we have to keep our turnaround time at 2-3 days for most clients, but it's good because I can just work whenever and there will be work to do.
I'm not complaining, though. I actually really like my job. Even when it's difficult and I'm getting frustrated, I enjoy the challenge.
I went to do laundry the other morning, and both washers were already full. This is extremely odd because no one's ever down there that early, which is why I do my laundry then. It was this tiny girl I've never seen before, and I'm hoping it's not a new person that I'm going to have to compete with every time I want to do laundry, because that will suck. The next place I move to will have its own washer and dryer. Out of the seven places I've lived on my own (not counting college), only two have had their own machines. It would be so nice to be able to do my laundry in the middle of the night, which is when I prefer to do stuff!
We went shopping the other night, and got a bunch of stuff because Don had an appointment with a nutritionist and is trying to eat healthier. I usually make all our food from scratch, and make it low-fat for my digestion and low-sodium for his blood pressure anyway. Then I put a bunch of pepper (and kimchi) in his for flavor and it makes me feel like the Duchess. However, he wanted to have something on hand for when he just wants to heat up something quick, so we got a bunch of Weight Watchers frozen dinnards. They were on sale and he wanted to buy more, but I pointed out that we would barely have room in our freezer as it is. Don said "What are you talking about? We have the biggest freezer there is. We'll just put everything outside!" That actually would work...we're in subzero windchills already. I'll put everything in a box out on the balcony :P
I've been generating a ridiculous amount of static electricity lately. You can hear me crackling and the other day my hair was moving around independently of my head. If only we could figure out how to harness it, I could probably power the building. I think I just solved the energy crisis. I'll build a power plant where the power source will be rubbing balloons on cats. I'ma see what T. Boone Pickens thinks.
I'm not complaining, though. I actually really like my job. Even when it's difficult and I'm getting frustrated, I enjoy the challenge.
I went to do laundry the other morning, and both washers were already full. This is extremely odd because no one's ever down there that early, which is why I do my laundry then. It was this tiny girl I've never seen before, and I'm hoping it's not a new person that I'm going to have to compete with every time I want to do laundry, because that will suck. The next place I move to will have its own washer and dryer. Out of the seven places I've lived on my own (not counting college), only two have had their own machines. It would be so nice to be able to do my laundry in the middle of the night, which is when I prefer to do stuff!
We went shopping the other night, and got a bunch of stuff because Don had an appointment with a nutritionist and is trying to eat healthier. I usually make all our food from scratch, and make it low-fat for my digestion and low-sodium for his blood pressure anyway. Then I put a bunch of pepper (and kimchi) in his for flavor and it makes me feel like the Duchess. However, he wanted to have something on hand for when he just wants to heat up something quick, so we got a bunch of Weight Watchers frozen dinnards. They were on sale and he wanted to buy more, but I pointed out that we would barely have room in our freezer as it is. Don said "What are you talking about? We have the biggest freezer there is. We'll just put everything outside!" That actually would work...we're in subzero windchills already. I'll put everything in a box out on the balcony :P
I've been generating a ridiculous amount of static electricity lately. You can hear me crackling and the other day my hair was moving around independently of my head. If only we could figure out how to harness it, I could probably power the building. I think I just solved the energy crisis. I'll build a power plant where the power source will be rubbing balloons on cats. I'ma see what T. Boone Pickens thinks.