Back to work.

Dum de dum te dum. I'm pretty much done with working for a while, so I thought I'd try to get a journal entry done before lunch to make my totte happy. I was going to work up some cabbage for display, but was unable to lug it from the cooler. Cabbage is purchased in 50 pounds, and I'm feeling particularly puny today. I guess I'm still weak from my strange sickness, plus my back is hurting for mysterious female reasons. Anyway, seemed as good of a reason as any to wait until after lunch to work on the cabbage.

It's been pretty nice this week. I worked two days (Thursday and Friday) and was off for two days. I worked one day and then was off two days. Now I'm going to work two days and be off three.. with any luck. Monday is Labor Day and I'm really quite hoping that we'll be closed. I guess we're not going to go anywhere fun and exciting on Saturday. Except maybe Lexington.. I have some shopping I'd like to do. I can't really remember what it was I wanted to buy right at the moment, but hopefully it'll come back to me. :)

I'm so pissed off at my tatting projects at the moment. I have my doily and a cross bookmark going at the moment. I was working on the cross night before last, trying to get the last bit finished.. and suddenly the thread breaks. I don't think I've ever actually had my thread just spontaneously break, although some of the other tatters complain about it, especially with old thread. Naturally, it broke at an extremely inconvenient place.. in the middle of an extremely long chain. The current round on my doily is a ring followed by a chain, but each ring joins to a different spot than the two before it. I have, naturally, messed this up four times already, and the rings are so small that they're impossible to open without breaking. So I've been getting mad at it and throwing it down quite a lot lately, which doesn't actually accomplish anything but it makes me feel slightly better, at least.

You know that song, Pictures? Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow, I believe? Near the beginning, there's a line that says, "I've been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey." Our local radio station actually beeps out "cocaine" like it's a four-letter word. I can't believe it. It's the most ridiculous thing I've heard from them, and they're a fairly ridiculous radio station. They're the only non-country music channel in the area. During football, basketball and baseball seasons (ie, all year except summer) they play live game coverage nearly half the time. High school and college both. It's crazy. Who in tarnation (to use a phrase that the locals like) wants to HEAR that crap? It's awful.

Just a half hour or so until I leave for lunch, so I might as well end this now while I might still be able to write more this afternoon. I'm expecting quite a boring day.

I'm such a moron.

I just printed a layout, was within half an inch of the bottom of the page.. and I unplugged the freaking router. This made the job go poof (the router is set up to be a print server.) so now I have to start over with the darned thing, wasting more ink. Naturally, I was unplugging the router in hopes of bringing our internet connection back. It worked, but at actual monetary cost. (Ink.) Stupid stupid computers.

I have now uploaded all of my completed layouts to my photo gallery. See them here, including the one from yesterday and one from tonight. I'm adding them in reverse chronological order.. it's kind of gratifying to see progress. I'm not quite motivated enough to add dates, though. :)

One more thing, then I'm off to bed. A couple came into the store today, and the man was such a shocking person that my mother actually went to fetch my cousin from the back room to come look at him. He was quite heavy, first of all, and was not wearing a shirt. He had on a pair of denim overalls, with one side hanging down. He did not appear to be working underwear. He had a long scraggly beard, and hair rather like Gimli's, only in a strawberry blonde color. As he approached the register, I had to really fight to keep myself from laughing. He was funny enough as it was, but the real clincher was when I noticed that he was wearing socks with sandals. It just completely did not fit, but it did give me a bit of humor in my afternoon. :)