Jeans and Sneakers

It’s so awful when he falls ill.  He’s just like a sad, sick little kid.  I wish I could do more to make him feel better.  :[

The week is almost over!  YAY!  I wish I could be more excited about it. . .knowing I might have to work this weekend, even if it is something cool like screen printing, kind of puts a damper on things.  I hate waking up to an alarm clock.

I was on Etsy.com today, and saw they have an office in Brooklyn, and they’re hiring Billing Service Reps.  It didn’t say how much they were paying, and treking into BK would probably lose it’s glamour really fast, but hey, it couldn’t hurt applying.  I emailed my resume.

Against my better judgement, I bought stuff to try a home curl perm.  Ha-ha.  That’s something I’ve never done to my hair thus far, and eff-it, hair grows back.  I’ve been craving nice curls for awhile, and I don’t have the patience to curl it every morning, or try and sleep with curlers in.  I’ll probably try this out tomorrow night.

My Iron-on came in the mail today!  YAY!  Now I just have to find a shirt to put it on. . .it’s so dope.

Amazon.com said my tools are in the mail, I should get them on Monday.  Now I’m just waiting on my car alarm, and my carb rebuild kit.

I know I say this just about every weekend, but I really am going to try to get glasses.  I really need them, I’ve only got 4 pairs of contacts left, and I don’t even think they’re the correct prescription anymore.

Today my boss was out, so I got to talk to my coworkers some about me leaving.  Apparrently he did tell them I’m going, though not when.  And he made it sound like he offered me the world and I refused, and he’s just boggled.  Oh well.  Some people just can’t understand that other people don’t have an active interest in talking about plumbing and heating for the rest of their lives.  Sorry.

My second spinning wheel lesson is tomorrow, and I’m pretty excited.  I haven’t exactly done any homework, but I have a thing or two to tell the teacher about the differences between my wheel and theirs, so at least that’s something.  I just have to remember to bring my bag to work with me.

So we ran out of Star Trek: TNG.  It took us a while, and there were some gaps in there when Rob didn’t feel like sending the netflix back in right away, (during which, I managed to re-read all seven of the Dark Tower books) but it’s over, done, kaput.

I came home from work yesterday and didn’t know what to do with myself.  There was nothing to watch. . .nothing to read.  I even beat Zelda recently, so there was nothing really to play.  Eternal Darkness sometimes gets me quickly frustrated, and I didn’t want to play that.

So I went looking through my bookshelf for something really good to read.  I came upon The Regulators and Desperation, two SK books I haven’t read since I first bought them I think.  Well, I started out this time with The Regulators, and it did the trick.  Not only was I completely engrossed in the story until well past my bedtime last night, I also succeeded in scaring the B. Jeezus out of myself, hence this post’s title.

I was going to post about it last night, when I had scared myself particularly well just by being in the kitchen by myself to make tea for Rob and I.  But once I got back into the relative safety of the room, and the lighted corners, the urge to write down my ridiculous terror dissapated.

It really is pretty funny how it happens though.  I become almost entirely overcome with irrational fear, and it affects my actions.  I had it written out in my head so prettily, but I can’t remember how I was going to put it.  So I’ll just laugh at myself, now that the book is done, and wait until I scare myself again with something else.

In other news, I called Amy, the lady with the screenprinting shop, yesterday.  I didn’t really know what to say, and she was a lot more blunt than I had imagined.  She sounded almost like (forgive me Amy, I don’t know you yet) a gruff old bar wench offering some silly-headed fair maid her first job waitressing. Or something.  She was just kind of like “Well I might need help this weekend if you’re looking for work.”

It caught me off guard.  I wasn’t expecting to be offered working time, I thought we’d talk, set up a get together so she could show me what she did and what she needed help with.  Not this straight-forward, I’ll save your number and call you if I need a worker, business.  I told her to call me if she needed someone.  Regardless of how I feel from one brief phone call, after next week I’ll be unemployed, and I’ll need something, even if it’s some part time work doing something I don’t like, to keep me afloat.  But I don’t like feeling like some mexican (pardon my racism, but it’s so true around here) waiting on the side of a highway with 30 other mexicans trying to catch the attention of some white guy who just drove up in a truck saying he’s only got room for 3.  :[

I spent a little money foolishly today, but not really foolishly.  It feels foolish because I know my funds are limited until I do something, but this might actually help remedy that, paired with other stuffs.  I bought business cards.  It was only 100 of them, and it was something like $25 shipped.  I think they’re fantastic, and I can’t wait until they get here, but I can’t really bring myself to feel bad about buying them.  It’s for Twice on Tuesday, and that was supposed to be my whole plan.  Quit my job — work for myself.  I could make business cards, but I don’t have the printer to make them look like these will.  I’ll take pictures when they get here.

Tomorrow’s Thursday already, and I haven’t really practiced my treadling (spinning wheel lessons on Friday, I had homework!!!).  I did sit down to it for about 5 minutes the other day, long enough to examine the scotch tensioning (and enough to read the paper that came with it to confirm what I thought, you don’t need scotch tensioning if you’re using the double drive band), and to find out that controlling my wheel is a lot easier than controlling the one at the shop.  I really think that the wheel I was using there was unbalanced.  I don’t know if I should tell them or what, they’ll probably think that I’m an over-ambitious beginner, trying to impress them.  Whatever, my wheel is better.  I haven’t tried any actual spinning, because the woman who’s teaching me (I don’t know her name yet, and I feel horrible!!) told me that it’s better to not try to go ahead on my own, and I can dig that.

Only a week and two days left at the job, and I’m sort of excited, but I feel like I really can’t celebrate yet.  I’m also kind of not happy about the prospect of working this weekend (10-4 Saturday AND Sunday) since I want to try and rebuild my carbureator (or howevertf you spell it) to get my car running so that I can DRIVE it!!  But I should relax, the carb rebuild kit hasn’t even come in the mail yet.  :/

That pretty much describes the last 5 hours or so.  I was going to take out my carburator today, to prep it for the rebuild, but the rain that they’d been promising since last week finally came through, and it was all humid and muggy all day.  Plus, this weekend has been somewhat of a busy one, so I decided to be lazy.  I even slept in this morning.

I spent a little bit of money, I ordered a tool set, because I’m going to need one, and since the last order for my car alarm got cancelled for unknown reasons, I reordered one from someplace else.  It feels more legit this time, I got more than one order confirmation (I ordered from an Amazon.com Merchant).

I cleaned the room a little bit, it was getting gross and bothering me.

I still haven’t heard from the lady who bought a doll in LA. . .I emailed her on Friday, and I’m hoping she’s just busy and it’s not that she’s totally unhappy that she paid for him.  Just to be safe I put up a thing on the FAQ page saying I don’t take returns because that’s materials and time that I can’t reuse/have back.  Art is art man, you’re taking a chance buying it!!!

We got an AC for the room, so it’s nice and cool and dry in here.  Too dry though, I think.  My eyes have been burning all day.  I keep saying I’m going to get some glasses but I haven’t actually done it yet.  Maybe this week.

I also have to call that lady about seeing if she wants to hire me for the screenprinting stuffs.  We’ll see.

Well everything went well at the DMV yesterday.  If my post formatting looked funny, it’s because I was posting via email from my sidekick.

Today was supposed to be my last day at work.  While I’m glad for the more money I’ll be getting, I’m not glad at all about still having the weight of this stupid job on my shoulders.   They’d rather have me wading up to my knees through boxes of files that are in no discernable order than ask around to see if people know where specific files are.  :[  At least we got out early today.  And no work on Monday.  I better get paid for that.  Lol.

The day was ruined yesterday, because after I came home from the DMV and put the door panel back on my car, changed out the washer pump and put on the door mirror, I tried to drive her around the block, and I got stuck and had to have Rob drive her back to the house.  At first I thought it was just my lack of manual transmission skills, but Rob was having a hard time too, and we’re probably going to have to rebuild my carb.  *sigh*  Welcome to the world of Rotary engines, meena, enjoy your stay.

My first spinning wheel class is tonight, so we’ll see how that goes.  Hopefully well.  I’ve got to leave for it in about two hours.  I’m driving Rob’s Jeep around since my nissan is no longer street legal and my 7 is . . .bitchy.

The dmv has to be one of the best places to people watch. Its such an
undiscriminating place, it doesn’t matter how cool, or gay, or ghetto,
or whatever you are, everybody has to go to the same place.
I left work early today so that I could come to the dmv and reg my hot
new car. I was going to do it next week in my overabundance of free
time, but today my boss asked to talk to me ans asked me to stay another
two weeks until the new girl can start. He’s going to be out the end of
next week and also all of the following week. I immediately said yes,
so that I have more money, but forgot about my dmv plans. So here I am,
and probably before I’m ready to drive her around.
But I’ll never get good at driving manual looking at my car. Yesterday
we changed her belts and alternator, and now she purrs. My mirrors came
in the mail too, so technically She’s ready to drive. Just waiting for
the alarm.
All in all I’m pretty excited, though I’ll have to tolerate work for
another two weeks, at least I’ll have more money.
Well, my number’s almost up…
–meenuh

Well.  I went back to work today.  Everybody seems to be disconnecting from me.  That’s kind of funny.  My boss called me into a meeting and said that he thinks it would be better for my last day to be this Friday instead of next Friday.  I said fine.  We both know I don’t want to be there.

I hung out with my dad and his gf this weekend, and he made mention of his best friend’s daughter, who runs her own business doing silk screening.  He said she’s always looking for someone dependable to work with her, and that he wants to introduce us.  I’m all for it.  I’ll have to bug him to get that going.

I’ll have considerably less money now that I’ve got one less week of actual paycheck coming to me. . .things’ll be tight but I think I can manage AND get my car regged and everything.  Plus once I get my car on the road I can sell my other one.  Things are happening quickly.

And I’m pretty not stressed.  This weekend we worked on my car a little bit and I beat Zelda.  We also watched some effed up movie called Closer, which is a testament to the reason I’m so glad that Rob found me.

The weather’s getting nice again, after a cold and partially rainy week end and weekend. . .it’s nice to see the sun again.

I’m off to watch The Magnificent Seven and knit my mom’s socks some.

So. . .How could I not bring her home? I got this totally awesome 1980 RX-7 for under $2k. Dream car #1, bought and paid for.

She needs a little work, nothing major, the engine is great, we drove her home (and by we I mean Rob, because I can’t trust myself to drive stick on an interstate, yet) from CT yesterday. But she’s older than I am, and SHE has plastic parts that are brittle. But after a few replacements, and some very minor work including a good wash and wax, I couldn’t want more. :]

I haven’t been feeling well these past two days. Staying home from work blows, especially when the work just piles up when you’re not there, but whatever. I don’t feel well.

I’ve done no knitting worth mentioning. I’m supposed to have this doll done already, but with the meet on Saturday, and then Mother’s Day on Sunday, and then work on Monday, and trying to get this car. . .I haven’t had the time. He’s mostly done, and I fully plan on finishing him today and mailing him out tomorrow. Probably some kind of priority mail.

Speaking of which, I should get to work. I just wanted to show off my new car. :]

Edit:  I was right btw, I agree with myself again that leaving my job is the right thing to do.  Even despite the fact that I just bought this car.  Weird, eh? 

So 24 hours ago I was absolutely convinced that quitting my job was the right thing to do, that I’d be nothing but miserable there, and I pretty much thought that my boss would try to convince me to stay again, and not accept my letter of resignation.

Well we had a little chat today, and he was more than reasonable, and he said that he understands how I feel  (though I kind of wonder about that with some of the questions he was asking) and that he respects my wishes, and that he’s going to start interviewing people next week.

I left the meeting with a good feeling, because even if he doesn’t understand why I felt it necessary to leave, he’s not pissed off at me, and I’m more than certain he’ll be a great reference.  But now, about two hours later, as I’m thinking about how probably by the end of the month, unless something spectacular happens, I’ll have no steady source of income.

I mean, that was supposed to be the whole plan right?

I know.  I’m supposed to take myself seriously, try and find a part time job at least, but seriously try to get out there and sell these dolls I make.  But holy crap!  Just sitting here thinking about the prospect has me shaking in my chair.  I got home and started thinking ‘well maybe I’m just retarded and the job isn’t really that bad, maybe I could email my boss and tell him I’ve changed my mind!! I really do want that car, and. . .’ But I know that’s just the Friday in me talking.  Just because right now it’s the beginning of the weekend and for a whole two days I don’t have to even think about waking up early and spending 9 hours in a cold office with people who make it hard to conversate.

Come Monday, I’ll probably be ecstatic.  And maybe I can actually do this.  But from my current Friday point of view, it’s terrifying.

In other news, all knitting endeavors have gone on hiatus while I try to get this damned doll done.  Of course it’s the damned doll at the moment because I’m worried it’s not going to be good enough, but we’ll see how the thing turns out.   I’m not even done with the shaping yet and I’ve still got the painting to do, and I wanted to mail it out tomorrow.  I should stop blogging and get cracking.

So.  ever since paying off my debt in February, I’ve been considering quitting my job.  Thoughts of non steady income trying to work for myself and thoughts of endless days behind a desk in a cold room with chodes for coworkers battled ceaselessly.  At two different points, I met with my boss, first with a written and signed letter of resignation, and then later, to re-evaluate the situation.   It ended with him saying we’d talk again in a week or so.

That was over two weeks ago.  He hasn’t tried to talk about it, and continues to act like I never tried to resign.  For the past two weeks, it seems like my job has been trying everything within it’s power to make me quit.  And today, it wins.

I still retained some iota of courtesy, since I did not pull an old me and walk out, never to be seen again.  But I was somewhat cowardly in that I did not confront my boss face to face as of yet.  I had kind of planned on it, but he left work way early today and made that impossible.  So I put my updated resignation letter in an envelope with a note saying that I was going to try to talk to him about it today, and put it on his desk.  He’ll get it before I even get into the office tomorrow.  And have a whole hour before seeing me to think about it.  And this time, if he doesn’t take me seriously, then perhaps courtesy will go out the window, and a little bit of old me will resurface.

I sent my resume to a person looking for a person to do basic stuff on their own 1 or 2 days a week.  Hopefully I’ll hear back from them.  Just to have SOMETHING coming in.  I gave my last day as June 1st, with some flexibility, if they hire someone and they’re not good enough or whatever.  But most likely June 1st.

I started the woman’s doll and it’s going good.  I’m using a bake-as-you-go technique that lets me perfect things in pieces and prevents me from effing up parts that I’d previously perfected while working on a differnent part.  It’s working out well.  I plan on mailing him this weekend, which means tomorrow night will be entirely doll time.

I was going to do more today, but planned parenthood killed my evening by making me wait for around 1-1/2 hrs. to see the dr. for my annual girlie visit.  The good news is I’m gonna try some low dosage bc that might not leave me all depressed.

And on the knitting front, things have been going slow.  I turned the heel on my mom’s second sock, and I have to finish it by Sunday.  A couple of attempts at the lace panel on Honorine have been ripped out, since I kept messing up the pattern, and then I totally messed up the join part. . .I’ll have to take my time with it, after the doll and socks are done.

Other than that, there’s an rx-7 meet this weekend, and I was looking forward to scouting for a 1st gen, but now that I’m really, really quitting, I shouldn’t be looking into getting a new car.  Bleh.

I feel better.

As you were.