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Why, why, why?

I could wait until tomorrow to pick up my check.  But NOOOOOOO....we have a mandatory meeting with corporate at 1:00.  Bastards.

I could just pretend I didn't see the notice, but everyone knows I read every scrap of paper in that place.  Hell, I tell *management* about meetings.  There's no good way out of this.

We're doing MiL duty tonight.  I find the fact that Robin and John suddenly have a book club obligation highly suspect, but a couple of hours will salve my conscience.  And I made pie, so I can give her dessert while Kent explains Survivor to her (oy).

I tinkered with my apple ginger pie and added blackberries (they were 99 cents!  How could I not?).  The color is a tad off putting, but it tastes amazing.  And I have the good vanilla ice cream to go with.  So everything should be okay.  I've gotten through the 3 worst days in November, so I can be strong for other people again.

I finally finished that damned book about wine marketing.  I honestly thought it was a memoir (it said so).  Oy.  Have any of y'all finished a book with your teeth gritted, thinking "I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN."?  Yeah, it was like that.

A couple of my more astute co-irkers seemed surprised I was still reading the same book.  They're used to me going through 2-3 a month.  This thing damn near killed me.  I'm tempted to let it loose in the wild via one of the Little Free Libraries.  Then again, I could suggest it to Kent as his next bus stop read as punishment for making me read Dhalgren.

Don't let the pigtails and flowery scrubs fool you.  I'm mean.  ;)

Looks like we're going to have to reconfigure Thanksgiving.  The original plan was to have it at Robin's, and we were going to have a huge crew.  Rob says she just can't, and I *do* get that.  So it looks like we'll have Chirp (Kent's BFF.  Let the 'shine and shenanigans commence!), Santa Pete, and Lance.  NO MIL!!!!!  *happyhappyhappydance...blush...er, that was a tad rude, huh?*

I did a grocery run yesterday (yes, this is how I relax) and got a 20 pound turkey.  And I *think* almost everything I will need.  Yes, I am cooking for five, and 15 people could show up and I will STILL have enough food.  I blame Grandma Kraysk.  I first learned to cook by her side, and we were feeding 6-9 people every night.

I'm kind of excited.  Kent's going to try to move the big dinner to Friday, so it can also be his birthday bash.  Which means I can show off in the kitchen while the guys drink and act a fool.

And they ARE good at that.  ;)

Okay,,,time to go listen to corporate yammer.  Wish me luck


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 15th, 2017 05:05 pm (UTC)
Good luck!
Nov. 15th, 2017 05:24 pm (UTC)
I loathe meetings. Such BS.
Nov. 15th, 2017 06:10 pm (UTC)
Mists of Avalon and the first Game of Thrones book both took me months to get through. I was too stubborn to give up. These days I would probably just walk away.
Nov. 15th, 2017 06:20 pm (UTC)
I hear ya on the book thing. If I get halfway through and struggle, I will grit my teeth and finish, no matter how long it takes. The fourth Game of Thrones book comes to mind.
Nov. 16th, 2017 04:31 am (UTC)
occasional staff meetings are helpful. Random poorly advertised annoyingly timed ones on your day off are the worst. I hope you get paid. And fed.
Nov. 18th, 2017 01:44 pm (UTC)
I did get paid. However, corporate did not show up as threatened, the meeting started 20 minutes late and covered NOTHING, and we had queso and chips...which I can't eat. Feh.
Nov. 18th, 2017 01:07 am (UTC)
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The fucking YARN FAIRY!

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