I haven't been here in a while, mostly because I've been busy. I start my new job tomorrow (or I guess I should say, today). I'm nervous, but mostly about the heat. I haven't had to deal with the heat in a few years, so I'm not used to it. It gives me migraines. Yay.
I haven't done much knitting lately. I think it's just too hot to knit. I think about it a lot, but never seem to get around to it.
So sick of puppies. Still have five left. Sigh.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Holy shit.
I just realized that I'm gonna have to go back to work. Probably this week. I'm just debating on when I wanna go back. My regular days off are Sunday and Monday. My appt for the re-evaluation is Wednesday. I can probably get by with going back next Tuesday (my "Monday"), but I'm not sure that I want to be thrown back into the swing of things 1) on an early weekday, and 2) when I'll have to work five straight days.
Should I go back on Friday, which is normally crazy for the first few hours, and then slacks off? Or Saturday, just to get my feet wet, which is normally calm enough that I can even get some knitting done? I'm really leaning toward Friday, not only because it will save me a day of leave, but also because I can really get back to work as it normally is, and make sure I can handle it.
I am sure I can handle it. I'm just not entirely sure I can handle it without drugs. I'll be asking for a refill on my emergency pills, just in case, but I'd really like to be able to make it through my workday without needing to self-medicate.
The only part of it that still sends me into a panic attack is the thought of the phone calls. Particularly, the phone calls from psycho relatives of inmates, who insist that I, personally, will be going to federal prison for beating their son-husband-grandson-nephew-friend-babydaddy. Or the calls from the new girlfriend or fiance of the inmate who doesn't understand why she can't bring her child to visit him, because her child is a boy, and he raped his daughter. Or a repeat of my all-time favorite phone call in which I refused (at almost friggin midnight, by the way) to give a woman information on why her "friend" was in confinement, or when he would be released from confinement, to which she replied, "Thanks for nothing, you fucking bitch!" before slamming the phone down in my ear. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.
Remind me to tell y'all sometime of some of my more memorable, hilarious phone calls, like the lady who (I swear) must have escaped from the loony bin and then called me from a payphone, or the inmate's sister who called twenty-seven times in two days (seriously, we recognized her voice and kept track, just for fun) because she was worried about her brother (who was 35 years old, and in prison for beating a pregnant woman), including when she asked my clerk if the top bunks had rails, because he was afraid of heights.
I just keep telling myself that my truck will be paid for in less than three years, and then a change in career might actually be possible. Until then, it's deal with the psycho phone calls, or the inmates themselves, and at least over the phone, their families smell better.
Should I go back on Friday, which is normally crazy for the first few hours, and then slacks off? Or Saturday, just to get my feet wet, which is normally calm enough that I can even get some knitting done? I'm really leaning toward Friday, not only because it will save me a day of leave, but also because I can really get back to work as it normally is, and make sure I can handle it.
I am sure I can handle it. I'm just not entirely sure I can handle it without drugs. I'll be asking for a refill on my emergency pills, just in case, but I'd really like to be able to make it through my workday without needing to self-medicate.
The only part of it that still sends me into a panic attack is the thought of the phone calls. Particularly, the phone calls from psycho relatives of inmates, who insist that I, personally, will be going to federal prison for beating their son-husband-grandson-nephew-friend-babydaddy. Or the calls from the new girlfriend or fiance of the inmate who doesn't understand why she can't bring her child to visit him, because her child is a boy, and he raped his daughter. Or a repeat of my all-time favorite phone call in which I refused (at almost friggin midnight, by the way) to give a woman information on why her "friend" was in confinement, or when he would be released from confinement, to which she replied, "Thanks for nothing, you fucking bitch!" before slamming the phone down in my ear. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.
Remind me to tell y'all sometime of some of my more memorable, hilarious phone calls, like the lady who (I swear) must have escaped from the loony bin and then called me from a payphone, or the inmate's sister who called twenty-seven times in two days (seriously, we recognized her voice and kept track, just for fun) because she was worried about her brother (who was 35 years old, and in prison for beating a pregnant woman), including when she asked my clerk if the top bunks had rails, because he was afraid of heights.
I just keep telling myself that my truck will be paid for in less than three years, and then a change in career might actually be possible. Until then, it's deal with the psycho phone calls, or the inmates themselves, and at least over the phone, their families smell better.
One down, ten to go!
Well, the very nice man and his two little girls came to pick up a puppy today. They took the little brown and white male. He's such a sweet baby, and I know he will make them a good dog.
The man was so nice, he even helped me track down all the bad little pups that escaped the pen when I tried to get the one they came for. And his four year old told me that she didn't like the black dogs, because they were bad! That was pretty funny. Of course, they had knocked over their water and there was mud everywhere, and the children were in white dresses. Ugh. I ended up picking up the four year old to keep the escapees off of her while he went back to his car to call his wife.
We thought he was getting two of them, but the lady (his wife's friend) that wanted one changed her mind at the last minute. Sigh. Oh well. One more down, ten to go.
The man was so nice, he even helped me track down all the bad little pups that escaped the pen when I tried to get the one they came for. And his four year old told me that she didn't like the black dogs, because they were bad! That was pretty funny. Of course, they had knocked over their water and there was mud everywhere, and the children were in white dresses. Ugh. I ended up picking up the four year old to keep the escapees off of her while he went back to his car to call his wife.
We thought he was getting two of them, but the lady (his wife's friend) that wanted one changed her mind at the last minute. Sigh. Oh well. One more down, ten to go.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
New Sweater
I've been working for a few days now on a raglan sweater. I've never made one before, and it's turning out really well. I got this yarn a while back with the intention of knitting a sweater out of it, but I hadn't decided on a pattern. It's about four inches past the armpit now, and so pretty! I've decided if I get tired of plain stockinette stitching, I can always take a break and do the neck finishing early, or work on the sleeves.
On the puppy front, we've got a guy coming out tomorrow to pick one out. I think he picked Oompa Loompa from the picture (the one in the middle who looks like she's smiling) but he wanted to see all of them before he made a decision. It would be really nice if he wanted two, but I'll just be happy to have a home for one of them.
I've had a migraine since six this morning, so I've been dealing with that all day. And the pups are inside because it's SO FRIGGIN HOT outside, so we decided that they could stay in. They've been pretty good so far, thank goodness.
Happy Mothers Day to all the moms out there!
Monday, May 4, 2009
It's really finished!
I only had to wash it once, and it turned out great! The straps are a little wider than I wanted them to be, but other than that, it's cool.
More pics
Here are a few pics of the purse, pre-felting, with a tape measure thrown in for scale. The bag itself measures 16 inches, and the straps are about 12 inches long after being attached to the bag.
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