Karma, or my life, or the Fates, or God, or SOMETHING is trying to piss me off again. Well (ha!) it's not going to work. So ... there.
WORK: I was supposed to work 2 weeks at another store and earn more money and get 40 hours a week and all that jazz. And then my eye got sick. So I went in to MY store today to see what next week's schedule looks like, and, yeah. I've got 8 hours on the schedule. 8. Eight. Ocho. In Turkish, Sekkiz. (I can count to 10 now). WTF? It's like, "Hey Kat, you're the greatest person we have on the Inventory staff right now, but we're only going to let you work 8 hours and those will be for a different department, mkay?" *breathe* Reference my New Year's Resolution: SCREW YOU BOOKSTORE! I have all of 5 weeks left before I quit, and I can dog sit and have savings and I'll make it. It pisses me off, but I'll make it!
EYE: Is better. I saw the opthomologist for the umpteenth time this morning, and the infection is finally gone for good. Now, I have to take steriod drops to reduce the scar tissue -- it's really not as gross as it sounds on paper -- in my eye. Ha! My eye is on steroids. It can kick your ass. But it still can't see worth a damn.
SOCIAL: Horseback riding with
timba Saturday afternoon followed by movies and martinis with the Kentucky-crew that night. Hanging with
100wordspermin at some time (??? - we need to figure this out) on Sunday. Next weekend is consumed with helping my bestest friend move into her NEW HOUSE!!!! and the Plumb concert in Rome one of those nights. (BTW - Plumb's new album, Chaotic Resolve, is amazing!)
HORSE: I've been to the barn ... today will make three days this week. Tuesday was a makeup for something. Yesterday got rained out after I got down there. Today is a make up for something else. I'm going to ride twice next week too. w00t! Also, show coming up at the end of May: the 27th, I believe. Whatever the Saturday before Memorial Day is. Day before Jon & Kristina's wedding.
RANDOM: I'm dog sitting for the next couple of days, so if I have to be home by 7, it's not because something will turn into a pumpkin, but because a cute little dog needs a shot. Staying up until 3 in the morning makes getting up at 9 very hard ... sorry again,
timba. It's very hard to buy boots in the middle of summer.
Ciao!