I don’t know how y’all’s weather goes in February, but down here in Virginia (well, the south-western bit of Virginia because NoVa is…like a whole other universe), it’s that time of year where Spring attempts to show itself and we get cold, hot, snow, rain, sleet, hot weather, etc. Sometimes in one day, sometimes over the course of two or three days. We’ve got birds chirping, the roses are attempting to show buds, trees have various buds on them, and I’ve seen cornflowers in the backyard.
Yep, we’re in that strange weather time where people are bitching about how it’s “too cold” or “too wet” and right before everyone starts complaining that “it’s too hot.”
I’ve been meaning to do even a small update for here the past few days, and here I am. So, let’s see::
I have finished typing up the last bit of the last story for the book and have begun the beginning stages of formatting. Since I haven’t really set myself up for a deadline, I’m not focusing as much on it as I should. Right now, I’m messing around with font to see what seems to be the best for it (serif vs sans-serif) and Jamie’s pointed out that I should just look up what is the preferred font and size for e-books and I am tempted to do that. But, I also want to make sure that I don’t give the issue that I run into, which is wind up with black font on a black page (I have my kindle set up as a black background because it’s easier for me to read). It doesn’t happen often, but every so often I do come across a book that does it.
And, I’m afraid that everything will turn into just one large wall-of-text. So, I figure that I can play around with everything before I make it available.
So, of course, while I want to work on this, the story that I’ve dubbed “Weird Grandpa” has decided it wants me to pay attention to it. I’ve started working on it again and have redone one of the small scenes in the beginning, so at least there’s some success.
+ Fiber arts:
I am working on a blue scarf for a friend of mine. She’d asked for one months ago and I told her if she bought the yarn that she wanted, I’d make it for her because at the point I didn’t have any light blue at the time. The longer I work on it (it’s about 2ft long right now, so I’m approximately 1/4-1/3 of the way done), the more I keep thinking it needs gold stars because the colour makes me think of the Golgafrinchen jogging towels that are mentioned in one of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy stories and it cracks me up.
I’ve had a friend ask if I’d make a Ravenclaw-coloured scarf for him because he wants one for a neighbor (because he’s a sweet guy), and I told him how much it’d be because I don’t have the colours. He said he’d get back to me about it. I also had Coworker Cheese ask for a Hufflepuff coloured scarf and I told him he’d have to pay me.
This is because he got all…miffed because I had given Ajax a Gryffindor coloured scarf as a late gift and I’m at the point where I’m just going to tell people “pay me” any time they ask if I can make them something. I’ve had two people at work tell Jamie that they want me to make them something but won’t come talk to me about it, I’ve had a couple people come to me and say they want me to make them something and I’ve told them to buy me the supplies and I’ll make it for them and they have yet to procure the items (and hey, $10-15 in yarn is going to be a lot cheaper than me looking at them and going “$30 unless you want it more detailed, longer, etc.”)
I’m fine with this because this means that I can go off and work on what I want to work on instead of making stuff for other people. But, this also means that I can go off and work on what I want and add it to the tote-o-stuff that I’ve finished.
I want a vacation from work, but I know that as soon as I go on vacation, stuff won’t get done.
Coworker K and I are in agreement that we will work closing shifts in order to get some of the nightshift gone. It’s become apparent that some of our regular customers have stopped coming because someone on nightshift has: actively ridiculed them, been rude to them, made them cry, said some highly offensive stuff, etc. Coworker Timid has looked at me and gone “working here lately has made me want to drink.” And this kid doesn’t drink (the worst he does is slam down a Monster energy drink)
Night shift is…night shift. I told Coworker Derp that I think The Queen didn’t believe us when we voiced our complaints about nightshift until the other day when she had witnessed some of the bullshit going on. The Queen got to witness one of the nightshift straight up ignore customers, ignore the hot case, and go off to do something that they’re not supposed to do at all before complaining that they don’t want to cook because then they’ll “go home smelling like the deep fryer.”
You work in the deli. There is a deep fryer in the deli.
I came back from lunch that day and had to listen to the same person complain that they got stuck cooking because I went to lunch (like: “omg, I had to cook for an hour!”) while Coworker Timid got stuck on the cold side helping customers. This same person decided they were going to ignore everyone as soon as The Queen left the department, do stuff in the back, and then get bent out of shape when we pointed out they needed to go to lunch so Timid could go to lunch. Y’know, nope. I am not dealing with that. You don’t want to go to lunch, I’ll make sure everyone else goes ahead of you.
One coworker is pissed because they didn’t get a department manager position (because you refuse to work the last ten minutes of your shift and sit on the trash bins? maybe?) and one coworker has put in for Loss Prevention. One coworker got the department manager position and I’m happy for them (I need to figure out a good nickname for them) and I looked at them the other day and went “Come to the dark side. We have madness.” And I realized that is the best way to describe my department.
Jamie told me I should be proud of him. He was looking through Craigslist (for free wood for various projects) and found where someone was trying to find a new home for two sphinx kittens. He wants a Sphinx really bad and they’re fairly rare here (although way more common than finding a Dogo Argentino, which has happened). But no, no more live animals for a while.
He texted me yesterday saying that Cricket doesn’t like carrots and thinks they’re toys, so she’s really confused as to why Hobbes keeps eating her toys. And I was like “our dog is defective.” We have a defective border collie. She’s a good dog though.
Hobbes has decided that the dirty laundry tote is his new hangout, refused to let me take his pink blanket, and spent a lot of time in his crate–I think to get away from Cricket and her crazy because she’s extra hyper right now due to the weather. Bug has…something on her, but I’m really not surprised because she is a white dog and our yard is muddy. She’s supposed to be a white dog, but most of the time she’s brown or green or, one memorable occasion: red from food colouring.