This weekend
I worked, which I hate doing. Hate with a passion. I've been at this job three years, eleven months, and five days, and this makes twice I've come in on the weekend. This is becoming one of those jobs where my occupation is my identity rather than the thing I do 40 hours a week to pay for the things I like to do. I stay late to finish things. I check email from home. I work full days on holidays. I took a call from work on a sick day once. Hate it.
At any rate, worked a half day on Saturday. Then went craft shopping with Connie. 'Twas glorious because we're the only people we know who can go to Hurst to spend hours in Hancock Fabrics and Joann Crafts and come out pleased about it. We chatted Twilight and the Southern Vampire series and HP and Star Trek and got iced green tea from Starbucks, and it was generally grand. Then went back to the house to chill with Connie and Emily and Dr. Bill and squicked Emily out by talking about vampire sex. Awesome hamburgers were had. Played with one of the dogs, who would bark at me and then I'd bark back and then she'd take off running and come back and we'd do it again. Thinking back on it, I suppose I was supposed to chase her.
Today, another half day. Then a visit to my dad's office, during which I got a call from my mom, who did in fact notice that I inadvertently stole the remote control to her tower fan, which I kind of didn't think she would. (Incidentally, my brother told her he handed it to me, and that was the last time he saw it, when in actuality, I picked it up off the table at my godmother's house and asked that he put it in his car so it would at least be with the fan, and he heaved this gigantic sigh and went on about how much stuff was already in his car that he couldn't possibly fit this remote control that can't be any larger than 5" by 3" by .75" so I just dropped it in my purse.) Then grocery shopping. Then spending hours teaching my father how to cut and paste and make a border around a cell in Excel ("Oh, Alex popped her gum. Let's hold her back a grade or make her explain email to senior citizens."), which sucked. A lot. Then washed my hair, which was gross and contributing to my face breaking out I'm pretty sure. All-in-all, accomplished what I meant to, I suppose. Highlight of my day -- trip to Starbucks in the middle of shift w/ two work peeps listening to wizard rock. Good times.
My testing starts tomorrow. I have four shows, but I'm going to try to get the accuracy done by the end of the day so I can be done with the whole process for now, as failure is pretty much a foregone conclusion.
At any rate, worked a half day on Saturday. Then went craft shopping with Connie. 'Twas glorious because we're the only people we know who can go to Hurst to spend hours in Hancock Fabrics and Joann Crafts and come out pleased about it. We chatted Twilight and the Southern Vampire series and HP and Star Trek and got iced green tea from Starbucks, and it was generally grand. Then went back to the house to chill with Connie and Emily and Dr. Bill and squicked Emily out by talking about vampire sex. Awesome hamburgers were had. Played with one of the dogs, who would bark at me and then I'd bark back and then she'd take off running and come back and we'd do it again. Thinking back on it, I suppose I was supposed to chase her.
Today, another half day. Then a visit to my dad's office, during which I got a call from my mom, who did in fact notice that I inadvertently stole the remote control to her tower fan, which I kind of didn't think she would. (Incidentally, my brother told her he handed it to me, and that was the last time he saw it, when in actuality, I picked it up off the table at my godmother's house and asked that he put it in his car so it would at least be with the fan, and he heaved this gigantic sigh and went on about how much stuff was already in his car that he couldn't possibly fit this remote control that can't be any larger than 5" by 3" by .75" so I just dropped it in my purse.) Then grocery shopping. Then spending hours teaching my father how to cut and paste and make a border around a cell in Excel ("Oh, Alex popped her gum. Let's hold her back a grade or make her explain email to senior citizens."), which sucked. A lot. Then washed my hair, which was gross and contributing to my face breaking out I'm pretty sure. All-in-all, accomplished what I meant to, I suppose. Highlight of my day -- trip to Starbucks in the middle of shift w/ two work peeps listening to wizard rock. Good times.
My testing starts tomorrow. I have four shows, but I'm going to try to get the accuracy done by the end of the day so I can be done with the whole process for now, as failure is pretty much a foregone conclusion.