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I had really disturbing dreams all morning, so when M called from work I was more than happy to get out of bed. Don't worry, I won't get into the dreams. That's always usually boring anyway. (I say "usually" because I have been having a series of dreams based on a cross between Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, and my husband thinks that makes me an extremely cool wife. I mean, how many of you have attacked and killed a balrog with a light sabre? I rest my case, although it was kind of disturbing when I cut up Gimli's axe (hey! we're friends! whatcha wanna attack me for, dwarf-man?) and he cried.) Anyway, I don't even remember the dreams really so even if I wanted to I wouldn't ramble on and on about them. I was just trying to smoothly segue into a discussion of my day off. Watch this entry closely; I'll probably follow-up later by gloating about having tomorrow off as well.. just a guess.
I guess the new year has been good for me.. I've spent all of it working furiously on getting things done. I cleaned off one long to-do list (multi-column, people) and I'm most of the way through another, and meanwhile, there has been Mosaic Minds and the Rook tournament on Saturday that required a good deal of planning and prepwork. AND I'm a foot into the scarf I'm knitting, which is much more progress than I have made with said knitting so far. M wouldn't let me knit in the car yesterday, or I would be even further. I would have argued the matter if I hadn't agreed with him.. doesn't seem like a good idea to play with long, sharp objects in a car with airbags. I am not feeling the knitting love in an obsessive sort of way but it's quite addicting at the moment. The scarf I'm making is shades of blue and a bit too narrow, but I am so looking forward to finishing something. That might justify the money I spent on materials, at least. "Oh," I'll say, "this old thing? I made that last winter when we hit a cold snap." I will neglect to mention that I will love this old thing fiercely and don't-you-touch-it-your-hands-are-unclean.
Since I haven't written since.. what? Thursday? I guess I should mention that Saturday's tournament went off very nicely. We ended up with only seven teams--totally family plus my cousin's friend, who got us the school's cafeteria. M and I came in second again, claiming a whopping $20 for our trouble--or, in other words, twice of the entry fee. This will approximately cover our costs if we don't count the gas it took to get there, but we had fun and the money isn't what it's about anyway, but it was still a little funny. We annoyed the crap out of my parents by coming home instead of spending the night, and we had lunch in Lexington with J and A on Sunday. We hit another productive spell in the evening, and I completely organized my filing cabinet, throwing away a LOT of stuff. We're making a serious effort to declutter our life.. so far so good. M did not sit around playing with his belly button hair, either.. the dishes got done and his desk got cleaned off and I think some other things I can't remember right now. Tonight has not been so busy busy, but I did quite a bit of stuff during the day, none of which is worth writing about.
The other part of our decluttering project is the "surround ourselves with things we love" project. Our apartment is really nice. It is. It also has about as much personality as a motel room.. neither of us have the energy or inclination to spend a bunch of time and money decorating a place that we're not interested in staying in. We're also not allowed to paint, so we have eggshell walls and doors, white ceilings and gray on gray berber carpeting. It's a little bland, you know. This week's wild hair is to give in and decorate, at least in the computer room. We might not be able to paint, but we can put up pictures and replace the curtains since the ones we have sort of fade into the wall. Don't really want to replace the curtains because I happen to like the ones we've got and oh my goodness am I really writing about my curtains?
The only bad thing about having this four-day weekend (and have I mentioned how much I am loving it?) is that the three remaining days this week are going to suck. Badly. It's kind of a complicated system to explain but the thing about this flex schedule I've got is that you take half hour lunches instead of one hour ones to make up the time, plus you work a little extra time (45 minutes) on the weeks that you have the day off, and so you work the full 37.5 x 2 hours over two weeks--not a bad trade when you get an extra day off. On weeks that you have a day off and there's a holiday, then you're really screwed, because you have to make up that extra half hour plus 45 minutes that you didn't work on the holiday, since a holiday entails 7.5 working hours, not 8.75, which brings the days up to 9.17 hours long. I really hate the 8.75 hour weeks already, which lets you know how I feel about the (rare) 9.17. Usually when there's a holiday they just suspend flex schedules. I haven't yet figured out their criteria for keeping them in place. All I know is that I have still not worked a full week since before Christmas, although I would have last week if I hadn't been sick. Today, by the way, makes eight months at this job. Feels like longer.
M just said, with a straight face, that he thought it was very unlikely of me to post a bunch of random crap. He should be on the stage.
I guess the new year has been good for me.. I've spent all of it working furiously on getting things done. I cleaned off one long to-do list (multi-column, people) and I'm most of the way through another, and meanwhile, there has been Mosaic Minds and the Rook tournament on Saturday that required a good deal of planning and prepwork. AND I'm a foot into the scarf I'm knitting, which is much more progress than I have made with said knitting so far. M wouldn't let me knit in the car yesterday, or I would be even further. I would have argued the matter if I hadn't agreed with him.. doesn't seem like a good idea to play with long, sharp objects in a car with airbags. I am not feeling the knitting love in an obsessive sort of way but it's quite addicting at the moment. The scarf I'm making is shades of blue and a bit too narrow, but I am so looking forward to finishing something. That might justify the money I spent on materials, at least. "Oh," I'll say, "this old thing? I made that last winter when we hit a cold snap." I will neglect to mention that I will love this old thing fiercely and don't-you-touch-it-your-hands-are-unclean.
Since I haven't written since.. what? Thursday? I guess I should mention that Saturday's tournament went off very nicely. We ended up with only seven teams--totally family plus my cousin's friend, who got us the school's cafeteria. M and I came in second again, claiming a whopping $20 for our trouble--or, in other words, twice of the entry fee. This will approximately cover our costs if we don't count the gas it took to get there, but we had fun and the money isn't what it's about anyway, but it was still a little funny. We annoyed the crap out of my parents by coming home instead of spending the night, and we had lunch in Lexington with J and A on Sunday. We hit another productive spell in the evening, and I completely organized my filing cabinet, throwing away a LOT of stuff. We're making a serious effort to declutter our life.. so far so good. M did not sit around playing with his belly button hair, either.. the dishes got done and his desk got cleaned off and I think some other things I can't remember right now. Tonight has not been so busy busy, but I did quite a bit of stuff during the day, none of which is worth writing about.
The other part of our decluttering project is the "surround ourselves with things we love" project. Our apartment is really nice. It is. It also has about as much personality as a motel room.. neither of us have the energy or inclination to spend a bunch of time and money decorating a place that we're not interested in staying in. We're also not allowed to paint, so we have eggshell walls and doors, white ceilings and gray on gray berber carpeting. It's a little bland, you know. This week's wild hair is to give in and decorate, at least in the computer room. We might not be able to paint, but we can put up pictures and replace the curtains since the ones we have sort of fade into the wall. Don't really want to replace the curtains because I happen to like the ones we've got and oh my goodness am I really writing about my curtains?
The only bad thing about having this four-day weekend (and have I mentioned how much I am loving it?) is that the three remaining days this week are going to suck. Badly. It's kind of a complicated system to explain but the thing about this flex schedule I've got is that you take half hour lunches instead of one hour ones to make up the time, plus you work a little extra time (45 minutes) on the weeks that you have the day off, and so you work the full 37.5 x 2 hours over two weeks--not a bad trade when you get an extra day off. On weeks that you have a day off and there's a holiday, then you're really screwed, because you have to make up that extra half hour plus 45 minutes that you didn't work on the holiday, since a holiday entails 7.5 working hours, not 8.75, which brings the days up to 9.17 hours long. I really hate the 8.75 hour weeks already, which lets you know how I feel about the (rare) 9.17. Usually when there's a holiday they just suspend flex schedules. I haven't yet figured out their criteria for keeping them in place. All I know is that I have still not worked a full week since before Christmas, although I would have last week if I hadn't been sick. Today, by the way, makes eight months at this job. Feels like longer.
M just said, with a straight face, that he thought it was very unlikely of me to post a bunch of random crap. He should be on the stage.
