I am about to head out. We are headed to Old Navy to exchange 2 pairs of pants for mac and then to a consignment store that I hope is open, I have 2 suits, 2 dresses, a skirt and 2 blouses to see if they will take. I hope to build a relationship with them I have another haul I can take them of spring/summer things closer to the season. And to get some cash for this mid-range stuff would be good and easier than ebay. fingers crossed.
mac is currently OVER me, because I dared to make him get showered and dressed.
and also updated my Jamaican food set: [link] with pictures over the past year or two.
I am glad I never comment on pictures because the JERK picture makes me want to comment with BITCH. And people might not think it is as funny as I do.
Does anyone know why I am craving potato chips? In the absence of a msbelle, that might be what gets me dressed and out of the house even briefly today.
So first I click to open a new "correspondence". Then I have to type in the date it happened. Then I have to click on the "performed by" box. Which opens a new box. Where I have to click to enter a new line. Then click on the "last name" field to open a list of names, then find my name on that list of name (I'm on the third page) and click on it. Then click OK that yes I meant that name. Then Click on another box for the "Topic" (and click for a new topic, and for a list of topics, and then on the list of topics, which one you want). Then cut and paste the body of the email into the "comments" section. EACH AND EVERY EMAIL. It's insane.
That is very similar to my "work" of last Thurs/Fri. (Although mine isn't quite that bad.) Good fucking times.
Laura, when you finally get your Nook, email me so I can we can lend each other LendMe books!
That goes for anyone, btw. I am realfirstnamereallastname@hotmail.com on Nook.
Lee -- salt.
msbelle, hee. I sympathize. "But I showered two days ago and these jeans LOOK clean!" "Why do I have to brush my hair? I LIKE the way it looks unbrushed!"
Yeah, sucks to be you, kid.
One of the problems of me being out of work is people recount insane work stories like the above, and I think, "damn, work is insane! Why would I want to do that?" And then I never get a job. (I mean also, there are very few jobs in my field in my city, but seriously, why do things have to be so crazy?)
Money. I do it for the money. And have to remind myself that it really is important and I really would run out, if they stopped paying me...
(Also, why does money suddenly look so weird? Like it's not spelled that way?? Am I insane?)
Laura, when you finally get your Nook, email me so I can we can lend each other LendMe books!
Sure. I am anxious because I haven't played with one so I am unsure what to expect. I do have about a billion books on my computer that theoretically I can put on the Nook, but until I get it I don't know how that actually works.
I am at work. Ok, I'm at lunch at the moment. Dunno when I can leave.
But I did just buy a new winter hat. Recycled cashmere. Exciting!
Eta: I asked the store greeter for stocking caps. She didn't know what I was talking about. Is stocking cap an old fogeyism?
Call or e-me if you have any Nook questions, Laura. Just, um, not today. Because I sound like Gollum's more evil cousin.
