*sniffsniff*
I smell like grease. This should not come as a great surprise to me, as I just got out of work, but still... I smell like grease. All over.
This means, of course, that at some point before I go to sleep I will need to take a shower. Well, it's not absolutely imperative, but it's something I'd rather like to do, as I don't want the bed to stink of Burger King. Though, I suppose now that I have quarters and can do the laundry again it's not such a big deal.
That's right. I haven't done laundry in a week. Why, you ask? I was out of quarters, you see. And I was too lazy to get more. The result is a milkshake/grease-stained BK uniform, sheets and pillow cases that most definitely smell like us, and me nearly out of clean boxers. I must remember to put a load in the washer when I wake up. Must must must.
You'll all be happy to know that Jack is feeling well-enough to go back to work. This makes me happy for various reasons, not the least of which is the damned little voice in the back of my head going "Yay paycheck!" My first check is going to be small and doesn't come until the first week of October, so I'm sweating bills a bit. Not a lot, cos I have money to spare in the bank, but a bit. Today I sat down and tried to work up a new budget with my pay in mind, but I completely brainfarted. That is, I have /no/ idea how much we spend on food in a month. I really don't. I also forget exactly how much he makes a month, so that makes it harder to figure out how much we can set aside for more "oh shit we're sick, aren't we" days.
I'm sure you care about my finances sooooo much. You also care about my masochistic request for hours on Sundays. I'm sure you do. Why in hell I would voluntarily give up my day off is beyond me, but I think it's that "omg paycheck" voice again. It has this habit of taking over my mouth and making me do silly things... Ah well. Can't go back on it now. And the extra forty-odd bucks a week wouldn't hurt. We'll see, I suppose. It's not like they need me then, considering they're hiring a metric fuckton of new people. Doesn't hurt to let them know I'd be willing to be their burgerbitch.
Speaking of which, on Thursday I get to go take the class for my food handler's permit. Go me, I suppose. It's ten bucks, lasts for a couple years, and will be useful even if I decide to leave Burger King and go someplace else that has food involved. Jack said he'll come along with me, but I suspect he'll be sitting outside and reading while I'm learning how not to pick my nose while making food, and how to wash my hands. The up side? Afterwards we're going to Ivana Cone and mebbe Yia Yia's for ice cream and mebbe pizza. Since we'll be downtown, I'm willing to bet a trip to the Indian grocery will be in order. We've been out of roti for over a week now, and we're about due for another pot of okra and tomatoes. It's soooooo good. <3<3<3 If anyone's at all interested I can scrounge up the recipe and post it, for the lishness must be shared.
On a humorous and completely unrelated side note, today while I was sweeping up behind the counter I caught a heavy whiff of naked man. I don't know why I was smelling naked man, but I was. Perhaps it was just because I was horny out of my mind, who knows? I didn't feel horny out of my mind, but I don't think I've ever been that way before, so maybe I was and just didn't notice.
Another side note: there was much rejoicing last night when the otters and lemur joined us in bed. Hee snugglies. I swear we're not twelve, really.
And now I'm off to de-funk. Catch you later!
This means, of course, that at some point before I go to sleep I will need to take a shower. Well, it's not absolutely imperative, but it's something I'd rather like to do, as I don't want the bed to stink of Burger King. Though, I suppose now that I have quarters and can do the laundry again it's not such a big deal.
That's right. I haven't done laundry in a week. Why, you ask? I was out of quarters, you see. And I was too lazy to get more. The result is a milkshake/grease-stained BK uniform, sheets and pillow cases that most definitely smell like us, and me nearly out of clean boxers. I must remember to put a load in the washer when I wake up. Must must must.
You'll all be happy to know that Jack is feeling well-enough to go back to work. This makes me happy for various reasons, not the least of which is the damned little voice in the back of my head going "Yay paycheck!" My first check is going to be small and doesn't come until the first week of October, so I'm sweating bills a bit. Not a lot, cos I have money to spare in the bank, but a bit. Today I sat down and tried to work up a new budget with my pay in mind, but I completely brainfarted. That is, I have /no/ idea how much we spend on food in a month. I really don't. I also forget exactly how much he makes a month, so that makes it harder to figure out how much we can set aside for more "oh shit we're sick, aren't we" days.
I'm sure you care about my finances sooooo much. You also care about my masochistic request for hours on Sundays. I'm sure you do. Why in hell I would voluntarily give up my day off is beyond me, but I think it's that "omg paycheck" voice again. It has this habit of taking over my mouth and making me do silly things... Ah well. Can't go back on it now. And the extra forty-odd bucks a week wouldn't hurt. We'll see, I suppose. It's not like they need me then, considering they're hiring a metric fuckton of new people. Doesn't hurt to let them know I'd be willing to be their burgerbitch.
Speaking of which, on Thursday I get to go take the class for my food handler's permit. Go me, I suppose. It's ten bucks, lasts for a couple years, and will be useful even if I decide to leave Burger King and go someplace else that has food involved. Jack said he'll come along with me, but I suspect he'll be sitting outside and reading while I'm learning how not to pick my nose while making food, and how to wash my hands. The up side? Afterwards we're going to Ivana Cone and mebbe Yia Yia's for ice cream and mebbe pizza. Since we'll be downtown, I'm willing to bet a trip to the Indian grocery will be in order. We've been out of roti for over a week now, and we're about due for another pot of okra and tomatoes. It's soooooo good. <3<3<3 If anyone's at all interested I can scrounge up the recipe and post it, for the lishness must be shared.
On a humorous and completely unrelated side note, today while I was sweeping up behind the counter I caught a heavy whiff of naked man. I don't know why I was smelling naked man, but I was. Perhaps it was just because I was horny out of my mind, who knows? I didn't feel horny out of my mind, but I don't think I've ever been that way before, so maybe I was and just didn't notice.
Another side note: there was much rejoicing last night when the otters and lemur joined us in bed. Hee snugglies. I swear we're not twelve, really.
And now I'm off to de-funk. Catch you later!