- When I get home today I will be attempting to make a soup my mother used to make, and my Dad has recently mastered. I am looking forward to it, but I am not looking forward to carrying a sack of potatoes. Is it possible to buy like… two potatoes? I don’t need a whole bag. It probably is. Can you tell I’m new at this?I keep getting messages from teh boyfrien’ notifying me that he’s sick. “I’m sick,” “I think I’m sick,” “Hey, I want to go home, because I’m sick,” “Did I tell you that I’m sick?” “I could KILL for soup…” So, in order to make him feel better when I see him tomorrow, I’m going to make him some awesome home made stuff. Now, let’s hope it turns out, otherwise I’m buying cans before I head to his place tomorrow afternoon.
- There are a couple of people currently having a very odd Neitzsche conversation on one of my Facebook status’…
- RANT: I can not stand it when a cashier slides me my change on top of the counter when I’m already blatently holding out my hand to receive said change… in my hand. I think it’s rude. I have decided that I am going to start sliding my stupid cash over to the cashiers that I frequent during the week that do this to me. See how they like it.
- I have a love/hate relationship with this day of the week, Friday. Reason being because it truly is the easiest day of the week to drag myself out of bed in the mornings. I get to wear jeans! Who can’t be excited about casual day Fridays? It’s the only day of the week that I feel truly comfortable at work and start to wind down. But, as soon as I walk in… and I know it’s about to happen… I am bombarded with the most ridiculous jobs in the universe, along with a pile of crap digital dictation that usually results in my wrists hurting quite a bit and an urge to jab pens into my thighs out of frustration every single time a new one arrives or an e-mail arrives regarding a heads up about more dictation that will be on its way shortly. I take many deep breaths and the oxygen levels rise in my brain forcing me to feel a bit happier and I remember… it’s Friday! As of 4pm this afternoon (depending on what happens and I don’t have to stay late) I am a free woman for two and a half full days! It’s the exact same feeling you get in grade school.
Thank F*ck, it’s Friday.
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