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Sep. 7th, 2017

Four days off!  FOUR DAYS!!!!!

Okay, sucks for the bank account, but I NEED it.  I couldn't get out of there fast enough yesterday.  I don't know what second or third shift is doing, but all of our diabetics seem to think they can eat whatever they want all the time.  Needless to say, "no, you can't have cereal today.  Your blood sugar is too high" is not winning first shift any friends.  I only worked two days this week, and managed to get bruises both days from people who were jonesing for their sugar fix.  A walker to the ribs is NOT FUN.


The stuff for Kent's fantasy football draft weekend sorted itself out, so I'm packing his swim trunks and a massive pan of homemade beef-a-roni and pseudo single girling it Friday through Sunday.

I was quite pleased that Stu (his ride home Sunday) was over the moon that I'm sending him with beef-a-roni.  They all bring food, and Kent usually spends waaaaay too much money on food to show off his chef skills...and it frequently doesn't get eaten (aside from last year, when they had the gumbo cookoff, and Kent was declared the King of Gumbo.  I'm glad he feels that trophy was worth the almost $100 worth of ingredients.  *sigh*).  I put my foot down this year and said "I'm making it.  You're taking it.  End of story."  All I had to do was buy hamburger.  Everything else was in the pantry.  And I have a feeling that, given the fact that he's cooking for an entire elementary school every day and still working at Noodles 2 days a week, he's kind of glad that he can skip making massive amounts of food.  (I also made one for Santa Pete's Friday supper club and a smaller one to freeze in portions for us.  That's a LOT of fucking macaroni, y'all.  And, yes, I do buy in bulk when things are on sale.  Which is why I now have five jars of pickles in the pantry.  Thank you, Harris Teeter, your "buy 2, get 3 free" deals, and double coupons)

Kent's only thing was "Well, Tinfoil Hat Boy won't eat that."  Guess what?  He can bring is own free range, organic, cruelty free, lovingly bedazzled tofu.  I ain't going into debt for his misogynistic ass.  And the other guys actually LIKE my food.

Yup.  It's football season.  My rage over these clowns is in full swing.  Okay, actually just that one clown, mostly.

And the fact that those damned Thursday games interfere with Project Runway.  Every.  Fucking.  Year.

It sounds like "Duck season!"  "Wabbit season!"  every year at this time.  "Football!"  "Project Runway!"


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 8th, 2017 03:17 am (UTC)
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY VACATIONS! i have eight days off starting tomorry! it's gonna be shiny and bright.

my mom is diabetic but can't stop drinking Frappuccinos.

Sep. 8th, 2017 09:37 am (UTC)
Ouch!! A walker to the ribs. I WORK with a diabetic like that. She loves her carbs, and she should not. At least there are EMT's next door.
Sep. 9th, 2017 12:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, man. And trying to explain to someone that carbs are bad for your blood sugar is a nightmare.
Sep. 9th, 2017 01:23 pm (UTC)
Ugh, my dad would fit right in with the eating stuff that's awful for his blood sugar. DX

I'm laughing my head off over the "free-range...cruelty-free...tofu." I might have to draw a picture of it, and be thankful that I am away from those sorts. I miss a lot of things about coastal living, but that's not one of them.

The worst things about the Thursday night games is that they are usually *terrible* games, lop-sided blowouts or two really awful teams. They barely qualify as games, and should certainly not interfere with any other viewing choices.
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The fucking YARN FAIRY!

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