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Two days off!  A whole weekend!  Just like a "normal" person!

Yeah, this whole 12 days on, two days off bullshit has GOT to stop.  I am tempted to walk in to the ED's office Monday and tell her that, as long as the applicant doesn't having any open murder investigations, just HIRE some first shift people, for fuck's sake.  This is ridiculous.

I put in for my vacation days for the first week of May, and I had damn well better get them.  At the very least, I'd better get Beltane, or they are going to find out what a bitch this witch can be (or should that be vice versa?  Whatever).  Pagans have religious rights too, after all.  And I cover all of the mainstream religious holidays (and church homecomings.  And retreats.  And 3rd cousin's grandchild's baptism. And...y'all get the picture).  I have no problem raising a stink over this.

Besides, I need that time to look for another job.  They don't need to know that, though.

Okay.  Enough with the cranky.  Last night was fun.  The Tift Merritt concert was good.  Not great, but I think I'm just getting used to smaller venues and she would have been much better suited playing Cat's Cradle or The Arts Center.  But I got to go out with my guy.  :)  We had one of the best food truck meals I've had yet (Oak City Fish and Chips.  I would kill to know the recipe for the breading they use.  And they messed up our order--I got the fish; Kent got the shrimp and calamari--so we got to keep the extra order of shrimp they gave me instead of my fish.  I was too stuffed to even *think* about my promised gelato from Sugarland).  And the night was fair and cool, so we walked home hand in hand, stopping to kiss and take swigs of the pomegranate vodka he had so thoughtfully procured earlier in the day and carried in the flask I got him for Solstice.

At almost 45, I am a juvenile delinquent.  Finally!

I walked to Carrboro and back today.  Sounds counterintuitive considering I've been working my ass into the ground, but it felt *so good*.  And what's not to love about 70F weather, a little spare cash in your pocket, and hitting the thrift stores? 

PTA Thrift had a whole rack of jeans for $1 a pair.  I got a pair of vintage 70s Calvins that fit like they were made for me (and make my ass look AMAZING).  I also found a shirt that reads "Live by the sun.  Love by the moon."  I actually wore them out of the store because the outfit just felt so right for the day, and got a ton of compliments.

I almost got a pair of gold ballet flats, but they were just a skosh too narrow for my wide ass feet.  *pout*  At least I'm learning to not do the whole "oh, they'll stretch" thing.  But it did serve to reinforce that I really need some ballet flats for spring. 

I also picked up another soup mug for my collection (my Granma had the full set of ones with soup recipes printed on them.  I regretted never getting them before the house was levelled, so I'm getting them whenever I find them) and a couple of weird little owl figurines with hot pink rhinestones for eyes which needed to come home with me and will probably make Kent question why he married me.

I'd post pictures, but my camera finally gave up the ghost.  I guess after 17 years, it shouldn't be a surprise.  But, damnit, I'm going to the Meg Wolitzer reading/signing tomorrow, and I was hoping to get a picture of us together.  Maybe this is the Universe thwapping me upside the head to live in the moment a bit more and not feel like I need to document every living thing.  (Besides, I'm bringing books for her to sign, so I'm good.  And maybe I can convince Bookstore Boyfriend to get a photo on his phone and send it to me.  Yes, I am shameless that way)

I need to replace it.  If nothing else, with all these extra hours I've been working, I can afford/justify a cheap one.  I'm no modern day Ansel Adams, so I don't need the ones with all the bells and whistles I've been drooling over.  But the Hello Kitty one for under $20 on Walmart's website?  Okay, so it's meant for children, but but but...Hello Kitty!

(That would also pretty much guarantee Kent wouldn't take it on his fantasy football weekend and I'd have to scroll through 3 billion pics of sweaty, hairy guys doing stupid shit while drinking.  Again.  There are some things I just don't need to see, and can't un-see them after I do)

I am just so...relaxed.  I honestly never realize how tightly wound I get until I'm not, if that makes sense.  I have nothing on my "have to" list for tomorrow aside from making breakfasts for me for next week.  Kent bought me this cool mug with a vented lid (have I mentioned recently how much I love this job he has?  Between the discount and the free stuff in the break room, I feel like the most pampered wench on the planet), so I've been taking oatmeal with dried fruit and, wow...it makes such a difference in how I feel.  It's substantial and yummy and comforting...and a damn sight better than the stale, offbrand Froot Loops I've been eating off the breakfast cart at work.  I'm going to experiment tomorrow by adding shelled wheat and barley to the steel cut oats.  If it works, I'll probably try adding buckwheat groats next.

The bulk grains section at Med Deli Market is my friend.  I got the ingredients for about 10 days' worth of breakfast for--I kid you not--$4.20.  And the cashier and I had a little giggle over the total. 

I need to figure out something easy and portable for lunches.  Woman cannot live by yogurt and/or carrots with southwest ranch dip alone.

And on a related note, I am so fucking sick of people assuming I'm on a diet based on what I eat.  This has happened at every non-restaurant job I've ever had.  And I'm getting the "oh, whatever you're doing...it's really working!  You've lost some weight!"

Why is this even okay any more?  I'm losing weight because I am working circles around your asses, walk everywhere, and am frequently too tired to eat when I get home.  And the whole hot flashes thing ensures there are at least 3-5 days a month where I can't hold food down.  Yeah, THAT'S healthy.

I like what the spousebeast calls "weird ass hippie food."  I was born in southern California in the 70s!  There is a constant war in my veins for dominance: kefir or chardonnay.  My first science fair project was how to grow your own sprouts (which I sold after.  And donated the money to the nuns who taught at my school).  I learned how to forage for wild greens from my great grandma Kraysyk and 3 million recipes you can make from a cup of dried beans and some ingenuity from my great grandma Etheridge.   This is not a diet;  it's in my fucking DNA.

Oy.  Guess I'm still a touch cranky.

'Sokay, though.  While I wait for Kent to come home from work (poor guy closes tonight and somehow got roped into opening tomorrow.  Why can't either one of us say "no" when it's work related?), I have yarn to play with.  I've been wanting to make myself a granny square shawl forever and finally found a Youtube tutorial that makes sense to my brain.  AND I found the perfect yarn (Red Heart Super Saver Stripes in Fruity Stripe.  Hate all you want, but i LOOOOOVE me some Red Heart).  Now I just have to figure out where one of my three million g hooks wandered off to.

Does anyone else have a problem with wandering g hooks?  And does that sound dirty, or is it just my brain?

Or possibly the last of that vodka.  Ya never know.

Comments

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xxmadsenxx
Apr. 22nd, 2018 06:05 am (UTC)

Oh man, 12 days without a break would be terrible!


A juvenile delinquent at almost 45? You should elaborate on that haha.

lynn82md
Apr. 22nd, 2018 09:52 am (UTC)
Twelve days in a row? Damn! I hope you get the time off that you put in for. You certainly deserve some time off, especially for Beltaine!

Glad to hear you had a great night last night :)

communitybee
Apr. 22nd, 2018 10:39 am (UTC)
Where do you thrift shop? I never see stuff like that here.

As a hiring person, I find I am having trouble hiring people. Does your place of employment just not hire people, or is the book hard to draw from?
nucleosides
Apr. 22nd, 2018 02:25 pm (UTC)

Yay for weekends!

dimity_blue
Apr. 22nd, 2018 03:46 pm (UTC)
"I got a pair of vintage 70s Calvins that fit like they were made for me (and make my ass look AMAZING). I also found a shirt that reads "Live by the sun. Love by the moon." I actually wore them out of the store because the outfit just felt so right for the day, and got a ton of compliments."

That sounds like a great outfit.

I hope you get time off soon.
xjenavivex
Apr. 22nd, 2018 06:23 pm (UTC)

Hugs

adoptedwriter
Apr. 23rd, 2018 06:46 pm (UTC)
12 days in a row is insane.
promiseoftin
Apr. 23rd, 2018 09:04 pm (UTC)
Getting vintage Calvin Kline jeans for a $1 is a miracle! You lucked out!
weebleswobble
Apr. 24th, 2018 12:46 am (UTC)
no way in hell could I handle 12 days in a row.
love awesome thrift store finds!
interesting idea, shelled wheat and barley added to steel cut oats. i'd love to hear how that goes.
opakele
Apr. 24th, 2018 12:57 am (UTC)
If Red Heart was good enough for my grandma, it's good enough for me.

You can wash it and it is indestructible...

*nods*
belleweather
Apr. 25th, 2018 07:33 pm (UTC)
No lie, when I was in law school and we were super, super poor and it was cold as hell and I needed a hat, I bought a skein of Red Heart, because it was far, far, cheaper at 50% off than a hat and mittens. I still have -- and WEAR -- that hat, 15 years later. It's been washed, dropped in puddles, run over by the car, left in a snow bank and I don't even know what-all. (It's also still cute, which is an even bigger miracle.)
imagine_peace
Apr. 28th, 2018 08:59 am (UTC)
Wow, that's an insane amount of time to work.
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