Please!

I want a new job. On Monday I was ready to back-door it the whole day. The morning baker pisses me off, the job itself pisses me off, and the uncleanliness/lack of space/bad management pisses me off.

I'm good now. I'll be able to work there for another couple of months before I need to rant again.

I was commissioned to knit four little bunnies for a lady I used to work with. It took forever because I'm a selfish knitter. I finally finished them three days before my two-week deadline. She loved them and that's what really counts. But from now on, I'm only knitting things I want to knit.

Like a shawl, and a summer tank top for me.

I still haven't taken a picture of that green sweater I finished almost a month ago. Maybe I'll do that tonight.

Nothing Exciting Happens Anymore

Except maybe a trip downtown Toronto with my friend from band! We had our yarn crawl. We hit six LYS and I favourited three of them. The ultimate, though, had to be Romni Wools. Holy mackerel. Yarn packed to the rafters. I'm still recovering and it's been a week!

I've had a few FOs in the last couple of weeks, too. There's that lacy blue scarf:




A reversible cable scarf (Palindrome):


A Yoshi dishcloth:


A Calorimetry headband:

And also that green sweater I couldn't finish back in March. I finally got more yarn for it. I should really take a picture of it.

Ho-hum

Nothing new. No new jobs. But I still have mine, so that's a bonus, right? Right. Another bonus: free lunch everyday. Yum.

I had a weird dream last night. I don't recall having them last year, but I may have and just don't remember. I was dreaming about someone special being abandoned at a restaurant for two days. Why anyone would ever abandon her is beyond me, cos she's the best. Was the best. I'm recording this in case I have another. They'll probably stop near the end of April.

I started a lace scarf. I know, I know. I have too many WIPs already. But it's lace. And it's blue. I'll post pictures next time.

I'm Back

Ravelry has taken over my computer time. Sorry about that. Dad's still jobless, but that may change sometime soon. I certainly hope so ... I have plans to move out someday!

I'm starting to settle with the "local coffee shop", even though some days it seems like I'll get fired for absolutely nothing. I don't want this to be my final career choice. I'm a secretary.

Quick update knitting-wise:

Corona is finished

My mittens are done

I started a scarf (and some socks, and a sweater)

Here's the sweater I started (last Thursday! I ran out of yarn ...)

My alpaca capelet is hibernating cos I got bored of it

I'm still not buying yarn, but there are plans in the future for a day of yarn-hopping (? I think that was the term my friend used) so I'm saving up.

Laziness

I just received an e-mail from a job I applied to last week. They're asking me for my contact telephone number. So I checked the resume I had attached to this e-mail and saw that, yes, my phone number is on my resume. Obviously these people are too lazy to even read an entire resume (if they read it at all). Needless to say, I no longer desire to work for these people.

Last week's band competition went well, musically. We didn't get invited to MusicFest, which was our goal. I expect a lecture tomorrow night. I may lecture people myself. Our conducter insists on playing music beyond the band's capabilities.

My dad has an interview today. Let's hope this is it!

I'm knitting mittens. Why? Cos I lost mine. I'm knitting Bella's Mittens, not because I'm a fan of whatever they're from, but because they look really, really warm. I should probably take a picture of the one I finished.

I did finish that Counterpoint Scarf. Now to shock and amaze my friends at band.

I also cast on for this capelet pattern I found at Michael's on Friday. I wasn't going to buy yarn, but then Dad wanted something so I splurged and got four balls of Bernat Alpaca. Yummy.

Then, of course, there was my trip to Paris yesterday for SEX. I wasn't going to buy yarn there, either. My mom needed some for her February Lady Sweater, so we went to Mary Maxim's. Needless to say, I ended up with a couple hanks of this baby alpaca, some Cascade 220, and a small ball of cotton. So much for not buying any yarn.

Side story: When I asked my sister if she wanted to pet the baby alpaca, she actually looked around for an animal.

Wow, What A Week

Hmm, Wednesday was my last post. I got food poisoning on Wednesday. I woke up feeling ill, and I couldn't figure out why. Then my mom called saying she wouldn't be there for the interview because she was sick. It clicked and we blame the cake from Monday night's birthday party.

No one else got sick, though. In fact, my stepdad is still eating it a week later with no side effects.

I managed just about 2 hours at work before I gave in and went home. I did the interview, but barely. I didn't eat all day and actually had to ask my dad to drive me and my car buddy to band (it's an hour away).

I got a call after the interview from another company asking me if I could do an interview Thursday at 10am. I accepted, but in retrospect it was a waste of my time. The original job post was data entry, but they told me during the interview that it was temporarily data entry and the actual job was sales. I don't do sales. Good thing they didn't call me back, because I was going to give them heck for misrepresenting themselves.

I think I've recovered. I can think of most foods without feeling sick and my appetite's back to normal. Took a while, though. I cleaned out the refrigerator.

I finished my mom's replacement wristwarmers and frogged my friend's scarf because I haven't seen her in months. She can buy one cheaper off the internet.

I started Corona and a Counterpoint Scarf. I haven't decided if I'll participate in the ravelympics yet. We shall see.

Wish us luck, there's a band competition tomorrow night!

I'm Falling

I have a job interview today. I got a call at work yesterday from a place I applied to over the weekend and they asked me if I could come in today at 2pm. I said I would call back because I wasn't sure (I work from 11am to 7pm).

I hung up the phone and said, "Oh, crap, 2pm? How's that going to work?" My manager, Sarah, was in earshot and asked if I had a doctor's appointment or something. I looked at her. You know, I wish I could've seen my own face during those few moments of indecision.

"Nope, job interview."

Well, she was okay with that. She did ask me if I was planning on leaving them, which I thought was rather dumb (probably small talk).

So, we'll see! I do feel rather ill, though.