It’s chilly here, but not cold, and not the torrential Storm Of The Century we’ve been promised. Seriously, the weather people here get so worked up at the sight of more than two raindrops, and the forecasts were rains of bibilcal proportions. Just some sprinkling at lunchtime.
DH was sent on a fool’s errand, err, job interview yesterday morning. At least they lived up to their promise of letting the candidates know if they were getting the job that day. Needless to say, the call at 3:30 was not favorable, so overall, it was a waste of more than ten bucks for train fare. It’s looking like we’ll either need to rob a bank, get the winning Lotto number or beg the bank for a forebearance arrangement until our tax returns come in.
I realize the month of December is only about 8% of the year, but why does it seem like so many layoffs happen in that month, putting so many people out looking for work when nobody’s hiring? It’s been four weeks, and he’s only been able to find 12 hours of work as a temp so far.
I still think he might be able to make a little profit as a snitch - he knows *things * about that moving company, ya know what I’m sayin’? Just not sure how to market that.
Oh, good. I was just going to ask how your financial situation was going, Pie. Glad it’s better, and you’re better.
Hi, gt!
Hmm. I think Mr. Lissar expects me to make popcorn to go with watching tv. I wonder if I could instruct him in the esoteric art of making popcorn? It’s really not difficult.
I need to go get the trash can in. But that means getting up…
LiLi re-iterate the ‘taking it easy’ instructions you are under and that making popcorn would be to stressful and you would feel much better with your feet up
Um, no, really it’s pretty cool. Depending on whose head it’s on, crocheted hats are a good look. Of course, I’m a guy, so sometimes burlap sacks are a good look too.
Speaking of dinner - we were speaking of dinner, right? I made tacos. And in the words of our illustrious Mom, they were yummerific!
So they told me today that I can work voluntary overtime. And tomorrow is my Friday off. I should go in, just to pay off Christmas bills, right? Time and a half is a lot of money, right? Arggh. I would rather stay home, but I would feel guilty. So I’ll go in for a few hours, and try to get this project back on schedule. <pout>
I’ve been laying a bit low the past few days; I haven’t been feeling well. I don’t know if I overindulged over the holidays or what (that is a distinct possibility, unfortunately!), but last night I really felt bad. So, I’ve been eating less, and drinking hot water with lemon and honey. No, it’s not The Cleanse! laughs It did make me feel better … that and the two aleves. I am very glad it’s almost the weekend, though.
My half day at work went well. The two women who covered my desk did an excellent job, so all of my work is caught up, instead of being three weeks behind. They seemed to downplay my absence quite a bit, so the only people who knew I was gone were the people in my immediate area. That’s nice because it limits the “OMG, how *are *you?” conversations to just a few people.
OTOH, my floofy-tailed cat was irate that I didn’t come until this evening. She gave me the third degree, and then sat in my lap and purred for half an hour. She’s usually not that affectionate. Now they’re both back in the bedroom, ignoring me. They didn’t miss me a bit, nuh-uh.
My gas and electric bill was a little bit higher than I anticipated (twice last month’s bill ), but not too bad, considering how much time I spent at home this month. I couldn’t figure out why my bank hadn’t paid it, until I looked at the amount.
And, of course, now that it’s raining, my landline phone has gone out. My DSL went down for a while, but it’s working now. I don’t understand how the phone can be dead, but DSL working. One of these days, AT&T *will *fix that phone line.
I was a good girl today and went to the gym. Now my legs feel like rubber, but at least I put in 20 minutes on the elliptical before my muscles protested enough that I was afraid if I stayed on any longer, I’d fall on my face humiliatingly when I got off. One must maintain one’s cool in the gym, right? :dubious:
Great curls, Haze! I am madly jealous; I’ve got hair like FCM’s, it’ll stick out annoyingly all by itself sometimes but the only way I can get it to curl for more than 15 minutes is with a perm. And half the time it then turns to total frizz, so I’ve given up on that idea altogether. My son has gorgeous wavy hair; why did he get it and not me?
Your post about looking up your old French teacher inspired me to go googling for my favorite old teacher, my 7th & 8th grade English teacher, who was a truly gifted teacher who judged each student according to their own ability. It took me till my last semester to get an A from him, but by golly, I earned it. Anyway, what did I find when I went googling for him? He died of brain cancer in 2003. I’m feeling very sad now. He must have been only a year or two out of college when he was my teacher, which makes him only 11 years older than me. (Of course, in those days he seemed positively ancient!) Thank you, Mr. Cushman, for being such a gifted teacher; may you live long in your former students’ memories!
I should probably go crawl in; I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning, and I need to wash my hair first, which is thick enough it takes far too long to dry but I certainly don’t want to go out with a wet head in this weather. So you guys who hang around and carry on all night, remember, room 304 is ready and waiting for you!