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I Heart Carrboro

First of all, welcome to all the new friends!  I am starting to have great hope that LJ is gonna come back in force.  :)

So, today is my last day off before the extended weekend slog.  I had Friday off, but J called me and wheedled me and...yeah.  Could have worked yesterday and today, too, but I was out when she called yesterday and decided I *need* today since I am working back to back doubles on the holiday weekend.

24 hours of holiday pay.  I've decided my belated Solstice gift to me will be covering up the unfortunate tattoo on my right hip.  I've thought long and hard about it, and finally decided on the album art from Bowie's Blackstar (since the abomination in need of covering is also blackwork, it just makes sense).  And, since I'll get paid for crazy holiday/overtime hours on the 1st, I've decided to make an appointment for January 8.  Is that over the top devotion to have it done on his birthday?  Even more importantly...do I care?

So, to celebrate my last day of freedom until who knows when (I shouldn't complain, because Kent is facing down another 13 day stretch), I decided to head out to the thrift shops in Carrboro to look for more scrubs.  I am getting SICK of washing my one set every afternoon after work.

Of course, what is a trip to Carrboro without a stop at Weaver Street Market for their most excellent cheesecake brownies?  The weather is so obscenely nice today I was able to sit outside, chat with the regulars, and watch Dancin' Bruce do his thing.  (I also ran into two of the residents from the assisted living side at work.  I keep forgetting that, unlike memory care, they can come and go as they please.  So they now know that my idea of lunch on my day off is a brownie and an IPA from a local brewery.  And that I don't wear a bra when I'm not at work).

I completely scored re: scrubs at PTA Thrift.  Two cute tops and another pair of pants.  And seven cds.  And a copy of Emeril's TV Dinners (I'm trying to decide if that's a me gift or if I want to pass it off as another holiday gift for the spousebeast).  And a three dvd set of The French Chef with Julia Child.


I've been on a real Julia Child kick lately, so this was like a gift from the Holly King himself.  I don't know when I'll have time to actually watch it, but that's the beauty of dvds.  They will be waiting patiently for me until after the first of the year.

And all that for $21.  I'm fairly certain I couldn't have even gotten the scrubs for that if I'd bought them first hand.

To celebrate that AND my first paycheck from the Stratford AND my final paycheck from McAlister's (which involved some heavy leaning on my part, and words like "unlawful withholding of wages for services rendered."  Which resulted in Manager Tightpants hand delivering it on his day off.  Have I mentioned lately that my spine seems to be solidifying?), I decided to go to Krave.  I know that makes me some sort of weird aging hipster (gag), but I'm really enjoying having a kava and just chatting with whomever happens to be at the bar.  It's a very bohemian vibe, and it does my soul good.  I think that's going to be my payday treat from now on.  All of the tension I've been carrying around is gone, and my back feels unsproinked for the first time since since Sunday when I had to break up a fight between two residents.

Yeah, THAT was fun.  However, I have learned that anything said in the right tone of voice will calm Frances right the fuck down.  I talked to one of my coworkers yesterday, and they said she has quit trying to be the tattletale boss of the unit.

Okay, so is it kosher to threaten to call the police and have her arrested for assault?  Not really.  (Although, frankly, it would have been a legitimate call)  However, I am learning the "if it works and nobody gets hurt, it works" school of thought when it comes to being a personal care aide.  And when I told her that in a loud enough voice that everyone in the common area could hear it...well, let's just say that it was noticed that "the nice one" DOES have limits and may snap.

That being said, I'm actually looking forward to working Christmas.  I don't have my grandparents on this plane any more, so what could be better than taking care of grandparents who don't have anyone?  And we're getting a visit from Santa, which should be wonderful and weird.

Besides, Kent had the "opportunity" to cover shifts in the kitchen for the two kids (sorry.  If you're under 30, you're a kid in my book) who wanted to be with their families...and I pulled the "if *I* have to work, YOU have to work" card.  Then I hit him with what time and a half combined for both of us pays per hour and, well, he got over the "But I'll miss football!" thing.

Yes, I am ruthless.  But I am LOVING  building our savings up again after that unfortunate IRS incident.  And not having a $40 budget when I go to the grocery store.

I think that's the biggest thing for me.  We had some rough times when I was a kid, so food is kind of a nervous issue for me.  To be able to walk in to Harris Teeter and say "Oh, I think I'd like to make beef stew this week.  And I've been craving ginger snaps" is luxury of the highest order in my book.

(Speaking of, after I'm done here, I should go buy ginger snaps)

Kent teased me gently earlier this week when I made the Walgreens run (we managed to run out of razors for him, toilet paper, toothpaste, and shower gel all at the same time. Impressive, in an irritating sort of way).  "Oh, ain't YOU fancy, buying the expensive bodywash?"  Yup...shelled out $4 instead of the usual $2.  ;)

To quote Ms. Reba, Fancy is my name.

Damn, that kava is hitting me hard.  I am just running off at the damn mouth.  And I am typing more Southern, if that makes sense.  I get the slightest bit impaired, and my accent is magnified 100%  Guess that happens with writing, too.

Okay, time to get off of here, apologize to the cute redhaired librarian about my overdue book (Jenny Lawson's Furiously Happy.  Can't recommed it enough), buy some gingersnaps, and see if I can fix that **&^%%& computer now that I've downloaded the scrubbing tool.

Blessed Solstice, y'all!


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 21st, 2016 08:02 pm (UTC)
Yay solidifying spine!

What's the kava like, as you had it here? I've used it as a tincture nonrecreationally.
Dec. 21st, 2016 08:18 pm (UTC)
Yay for a Bowie tattoo!
Dec. 21st, 2016 08:58 pm (UTC)
As one Bowie fan to another: doing it on his birthday is perfect.
Dec. 21st, 2016 11:58 pm (UTC)
Nice to see familiar faces as I wanted back to LJ-land. :)

Love the idea for the cover up tattoo. The date isn't over the top at all. :) As for scrubs, I'm so glad my husband is now in surgery and they provide the scrubs. When he was on the floor? Oi.
Dec. 22nd, 2016 02:59 am (UTC)
Thank you for posting this. I've missed reading you. Love you, my friend. ♥ Blessed solstice back atcha.
Dec. 22nd, 2016 03:01 am (UTC)
And of course I mean "I've missed reading you (because I haven't been here to read anyone)." ♥
Dec. 22nd, 2016 03:31 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to...read you so happy. :)
Dec. 22nd, 2016 03:54 am (UTC)
I am on a Julia kick too!
Dec. 22nd, 2016 05:38 am (UTC)
A Bowie tattoo sounds like a fabulous idea to me!

A+ thrift store trip! That's why thrift stores are the best.
Dec. 22nd, 2016 03:05 pm (UTC)
Ohhhh, ginger snaps <3 I need to go shopping.
Dec. 22nd, 2016 07:01 pm (UTC)
What scores for you at the thrift shop!
Dec. 30th, 2016 04:04 am (UTC)
omg. I have this weird food anxiety thing, too. A shortage of food makes me freak out internally.
I'm thoroughly enjoying your posts again, now that I'm back. Feels like the good ole days. ;)
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