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I am actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow night - I can go in, sit down & do the audit. All by myself. Not looking over someone's shoulder, not worrying about if someone else remembered to do everything necessary, not having to watch the clock because I know I'm running on time... it's gonna be a nice switch, not minding going to work. I can't believe how much stress the whole training thing put me under. It was a constant headache the entire time.
Next weekend is ye olde Ren Faire. Dunno if we'll actually go or not this year. After being on all these antibiotics, I burn in milliseconds. This past Sunday we ran around looking at laptops, buying mice, just tcb, & just in the transition times between getting out of the car & going into the stores & getting back out of the store & back into the car left me pretty pink. That & it's my only day off. The only thing we do out there is spend $$$ anyway. Can't even partake of the Mead tent because of the drugs. Last year the only person we ran into was Angel & her pack of adoring fans. Rob's got his jester hat, tho, so I don't know. I'm still debating. I guess it's gonna depend mostly on how much of my paycheck we have left.
Last night Rob went to work out in NLV, up by the food processing plants. He hates the smell, but o well. What I can't understand is this: he's watching a housing tract under construction. Million dollar homes. Downwind from all those processing plants. At best, the whole area smells sort of malty/yeasty. At worst, in the same area, you get food processing/rendering smells combined with the county landfill ordure. Lovely combo - and if the wind's just right, there's the pig farm. I was worried about being alone in the house with all its peculiar noises, but within minutes of my head hitting the pillows, I was asleep. I didn't even hear Rob come in this morning til he made kissy noises at me from the hallway. I had to get up anyway, coming in here early & all.
So Jeff & I email each other stupid stuff - he nails me w/songs that are huge & take forever to download. Last one was "Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda". It's gotten weirder between us. It's ok, it'll never go anywhere. Too many kids, not enough time. We have fun. Sometimes it's nice to just flirt w/no intentions of doing anything.
Next weekend is ye olde Ren Faire. Dunno if we'll actually go or not this year. After being on all these antibiotics, I burn in milliseconds. This past Sunday we ran around looking at laptops, buying mice, just tcb, & just in the transition times between getting out of the car & going into the stores & getting back out of the store & back into the car left me pretty pink. That & it's my only day off. The only thing we do out there is spend $$$ anyway. Can't even partake of the Mead tent because of the drugs. Last year the only person we ran into was Angel & her pack of adoring fans. Rob's got his jester hat, tho, so I don't know. I'm still debating. I guess it's gonna depend mostly on how much of my paycheck we have left.
Last night Rob went to work out in NLV, up by the food processing plants. He hates the smell, but o well. What I can't understand is this: he's watching a housing tract under construction. Million dollar homes. Downwind from all those processing plants. At best, the whole area smells sort of malty/yeasty. At worst, in the same area, you get food processing/rendering smells combined with the county landfill ordure. Lovely combo - and if the wind's just right, there's the pig farm. I was worried about being alone in the house with all its peculiar noises, but within minutes of my head hitting the pillows, I was asleep. I didn't even hear Rob come in this morning til he made kissy noises at me from the hallway. I had to get up anyway, coming in here early & all.
So Jeff & I email each other stupid stuff - he nails me w/songs that are huge & take forever to download. Last one was "Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda". It's gotten weirder between us. It's ok, it'll never go anywhere. Too many kids, not enough time. We have fun. Sometimes it's nice to just flirt w/no intentions of doing anything.
