'Twas a busy week.
Spent a couple days working on the house, including cleaning for the arrival of my in-laws. The 4 garbage bags of fur collected have already been carded, I expect to get to spinning it after Easter, upon finishing the war on Easter and having brunch. (I expect the black and white hair of Diva Kitteh will make a fine, soft weave, akin to cashmere, while the coarser, vacuum destroying fur of Punkboy will make a near indestructible kevlar vest.) The really big prep is for the carpentry next week, and then moving downstairs Easter weekend - I have beer and brats for volunteers willing to do what I tell them while I drink beer and have brats, real brats, from Wisconsin, not any of the eldritch abominations Minnesotans call brats, and who the fuck puts catsup on a brat anyways, I mean, goddammit, I bought a package of Minnesota made 'sausage', garlic shambling mound flavoured, the other day and it had an instant coupon on it for 'Real California Cheese',
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no one knows what that it because California cheese resides in an even more netherworld than Minnesota sausage and I live in bizarroworld I keep expecting to turn on the TV AND FIND WE HAD A WACKJOBBIER-THAN-ME-CONSPIRACY-THEORIST-FUCKING-WRESTLER-AS-GOV
-"PALEO!"
Just a momentum, poor favor.
-Yes Sweetie?
-"murmurmurmurwhisperyoudumbbastardmumble"
-No shit? grumblepoopdammitlooklikeabloodyidiot
Ummm, I also spent some time applying for a job, internally, big step up, and the first time I've ever had to do a professional resume, as much as a CV as anything, my boss, who is helping me with this, thought it turned out all right. Just to 'splain - although I have, and make no bones about having, certain ambitions regarding responsibilities, taking a little control over my own job, certainly a little more cash wouldn't hurt, my primary ambition is banker's hours. I want to come home, have dinner with my Sweetie, have the national holidays off, have a dog, as opposed to working every other weekend and if enough preventive maintenance is happening, every weekend. I think I've earned a bit. Wish me luck, just getting an interview might be tough but if I can get that, I'm pretty confident in my ability to make an impression.
Srsly.
-Sweetie, quit laughing.
Anyhow, I appreciate wishes of luck, and if you are a particularly unlucky sort, I'll accept Scotch.
Ta!
Spent a couple days working on the house, including cleaning for the arrival of my in-laws. The 4 garbage bags of fur collected have already been carded, I expect to get to spinning it after Easter, upon finishing the war on Easter and having brunch. (I expect the black and white hair of Diva Kitteh will make a fine, soft weave, akin to cashmere, while the coarser, vacuum destroying fur of Punkboy will make a near indestructible kevlar vest.) The really big prep is for the carpentry next week, and then moving downstairs Easter weekend - I have beer and brats for volunteers willing to do what I tell them while I drink beer and have brats, real brats, from Wisconsin, not any of the eldritch abominations Minnesotans call brats, and who the fuck puts catsup on a brat anyways, I mean, goddammit, I bought a package of Minnesota made 'sausage', garlic shambling mound flavoured, the other day and it had an instant coupon on it for 'Real California Cheese',
no one knows what that it because California cheese resides in an even more netherworld than Minnesota sausage and I live in bizarroworld I keep expecting to turn on the TV AND FIND WE HAD A WACKJOBBIER-THAN-ME-CONSPIRACY-THEORIST-FUCKING-WRESTLER-AS-GOV
-"PALEO!"
Just a momentum, poor favor.
-Yes Sweetie?
-"murmurmurmurwhisperyoudumbbastardmumble"
-No shit? grumblepoopdammitlooklikeabloodyidiot
Ummm, I also spent some time applying for a job, internally, big step up, and the first time I've ever had to do a professional resume, as much as a CV as anything, my boss, who is helping me with this, thought it turned out all right. Just to 'splain - although I have, and make no bones about having, certain ambitions regarding responsibilities, taking a little control over my own job, certainly a little more cash wouldn't hurt, my primary ambition is banker's hours. I want to come home, have dinner with my Sweetie, have the national holidays off, have a dog, as opposed to working every other weekend and if enough preventive maintenance is happening, every weekend. I think I've earned a bit. Wish me luck, just getting an interview might be tough but if I can get that, I'm pretty confident in my ability to make an impression.
Srsly.
-Sweetie, quit laughing.
Anyhow, I appreciate wishes of luck, and if you are a particularly unlucky sort, I'll accept Scotch.
Ta!