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Feb. 7th, 2013 10:36 pmI've got a minute for a quick "This Week in the Real World" post. :)
Sunday: We got the bottom half of the house sparklingly clean, stew, biscuits, wings and mac n cheese got made, people did come, and in the end, the game was decided when a bunch of beefy men in forty pounds of pads kicked an oblong made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory for the East Coast indeed. The only down side to Sunday was slicing my thumb along with the onions, so I've been contending with what feels like the world's worst hangnail all week. :P
Monday-Wednesday: I started my new work schedule. Still debating whether sliding my start time up an hour was a mistake or not; my answers depend largely on what time it is. It is definitely a mistake between 6:30 and 7:30, when I'm first struggling to get out of bed, then get myself together and then out to the bus; but getting home at 4:30 is such a glorious thing, and no doubt getting home by 3:30 on Fridays will be even MORE glorious still. What sucks, however are Wednesdays, which are now the longest days on earth as I work 7:45-5:15, get on the bus, go to bells, and then don't make it home until 6:45, by which time I seriously want to die from tired. well, we'll give it until Easter, and then we'll see if I've either gotten used to it or hate it so much I want to tear my hair out. I do like that I have the option of sliding things around as needed though, and this way I get out of work while there is still a bit of afternoon light to be had, which is nice, though in the almost two months I've worked there so far I've had 5:15 gradually lighten to the point where I don't quite have to put the strobe light app on my iPod on to flag down the bus because the bus stop out front of the office isn't lit and it's dark as all hell, and when you're a black girl in a black coat on a dark road, aint no way in hell a bus driver going 50 is going to see your spooky ass and stop. :P
This particular Wednesday's early morning woes were compounded by a rough start - over slept, missed BOTH busses that would have gotten me to work on time, and had a coffee cup lid failure which resulted in me dribbling coffee all down the front of my coat while waiting for the next bus. But I was immediately cheered from my grumpy late stupid by our mail clerk's chihuahua in for a visit, so it wasn't all bad, and the day did get better after that, it was just long as all get out.
Today: Everyone is all LAWD JESUS IT'S A SNOWSTORM. Or as put into local dialect by this picture![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ioldenach posted to facebook yesterday:
I don't think it will ever matter how long I live in New England, the accent that happens East of the Quabbin will never not be amusing/wonderful/fascinating to me. I've also spent enough time aroundcell23 folks that it gets me in the same ways West Indian accents do. I will probably never pahk the cahr in Hahvahd Yahd myself, * but I think I've gotten to the point where a dropped or a barely aspirated R and flat As feel like home.**
I digress though - we're apparently getting a wee bit of snow tomorrow. Even if you don't watch the news or know how to find weather online you can always tell how bad they're saying it's going to be by how crowded Aldi is - I usually love shopping there because there are maybe four people in there total on any given evening, but the nights before major storms HOO LAWDY there are PEOPLE. What this means for me is a possible either entire snow day or some of one; Fridays are my early day anyway so no big to me either way, though if it turns out that they're closing the office tomorrow I will not complain. Slightly more of a big deal is that this is no longer a kid weekend, seeing as hauling there and back again over an icy mountain road in tiny car in OMG blizzard conditions aint going to happen, so we get them next week. Honestly a wee bit bummed about that, but better safe than sorry. But we got supplies/groceries and the all important beer, so I thinkcell23 and I are well stocked, lol. Plus this time we got Bass Ale, which is one of those exceptions to the Andee Doesn't Do Beer rule, but I have good associations with it, so every so often I'll have one.
Community started back up tonight. Jury's out on whether it did indeed survive the Great Showrunner Firing. Parks & Recreation, however, has turned into an astoundingly funny show over the past four seasons.
I guess TL;DR: reasonably uneventful week, though when I write it all down it always seems like I was much busier than it ever seems that I am at the time.
This weekend I mostly just plan to hunker down and watch the snow. Other things I'd like to get down are to yarn up my hair and bead like a fiend, maybe get upstairs as clean as downstairs still mostly remains after last weekend's scouring. We'll see, we'll see.
Ooof. Ever have bad news just... drop on you suddenly? That just happened. Not my news to share, so I won't, but... strongly considering another beer. Balls. Here, I'll leave you with this surprisingly fascinating youtube about recreating the hairstyle of the Vestal Virgin:
* nor will anyone else, you can't even drive onto Harvard Yard, let alone park on it.
** also I find it kinda cute when it falls out of Drew's mouth when he's not paying attention. Meanwhile he gets frightened when I slide into West Ind-yon because it generally means he's in trouble, lol.
Sunday: We got the bottom half of the house sparklingly clean, stew, biscuits, wings and mac n cheese got made, people did come, and in the end, the game was decided when a bunch of beefy men in forty pounds of pads kicked an oblong made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory for the East Coast indeed. The only down side to Sunday was slicing my thumb along with the onions, so I've been contending with what feels like the world's worst hangnail all week. :P
Monday-Wednesday: I started my new work schedule. Still debating whether sliding my start time up an hour was a mistake or not; my answers depend largely on what time it is. It is definitely a mistake between 6:30 and 7:30, when I'm first struggling to get out of bed, then get myself together and then out to the bus; but getting home at 4:30 is such a glorious thing, and no doubt getting home by 3:30 on Fridays will be even MORE glorious still. What sucks, however are Wednesdays, which are now the longest days on earth as I work 7:45-5:15, get on the bus, go to bells, and then don't make it home until 6:45, by which time I seriously want to die from tired. well, we'll give it until Easter, and then we'll see if I've either gotten used to it or hate it so much I want to tear my hair out. I do like that I have the option of sliding things around as needed though, and this way I get out of work while there is still a bit of afternoon light to be had, which is nice, though in the almost two months I've worked there so far I've had 5:15 gradually lighten to the point where I don't quite have to put the strobe light app on my iPod on to flag down the bus because the bus stop out front of the office isn't lit and it's dark as all hell, and when you're a black girl in a black coat on a dark road, aint no way in hell a bus driver going 50 is going to see your spooky ass and stop. :P
This particular Wednesday's early morning woes were compounded by a rough start - over slept, missed BOTH busses that would have gotten me to work on time, and had a coffee cup lid failure which resulted in me dribbling coffee all down the front of my coat while waiting for the next bus. But I was immediately cheered from my grumpy late stupid by our mail clerk's chihuahua in for a visit, so it wasn't all bad, and the day did get better after that, it was just long as all get out.
Today: Everyone is all LAWD JESUS IT'S A SNOWSTORM. Or as put into local dialect by this picture
ioldenach posted to facebook yesterday:I don't think it will ever matter how long I live in New England, the accent that happens East of the Quabbin will never not be amusing/wonderful/fascinating to me. I've also spent enough time around
cell23 folks that it gets me in the same ways West Indian accents do. I will probably never pahk the cahr in Hahvahd Yahd myself, * but I think I've gotten to the point where a dropped or a barely aspirated R and flat As feel like home.**I digress though - we're apparently getting a wee bit of snow tomorrow. Even if you don't watch the news or know how to find weather online you can always tell how bad they're saying it's going to be by how crowded Aldi is - I usually love shopping there because there are maybe four people in there total on any given evening, but the nights before major storms HOO LAWDY there are PEOPLE. What this means for me is a possible either entire snow day or some of one; Fridays are my early day anyway so no big to me either way, though if it turns out that they're closing the office tomorrow I will not complain. Slightly more of a big deal is that this is no longer a kid weekend, seeing as hauling there and back again over an icy mountain road in tiny car in OMG blizzard conditions aint going to happen, so we get them next week. Honestly a wee bit bummed about that, but better safe than sorry. But we got supplies/groceries and the all important beer, so I think
cell23 and I are well stocked, lol. Plus this time we got Bass Ale, which is one of those exceptions to the Andee Doesn't Do Beer rule, but I have good associations with it, so every so often I'll have one. Community started back up tonight. Jury's out on whether it did indeed survive the Great Showrunner Firing. Parks & Recreation, however, has turned into an astoundingly funny show over the past four seasons.
I guess TL;DR: reasonably uneventful week, though when I write it all down it always seems like I was much busier than it ever seems that I am at the time.
This weekend I mostly just plan to hunker down and watch the snow. Other things I'd like to get down are to yarn up my hair and bead like a fiend, maybe get upstairs as clean as downstairs still mostly remains after last weekend's scouring. We'll see, we'll see.
Ooof. Ever have bad news just... drop on you suddenly? That just happened. Not my news to share, so I won't, but... strongly considering another beer. Balls. Here, I'll leave you with this surprisingly fascinating youtube about recreating the hairstyle of the Vestal Virgin:
* nor will anyone else, you can't even drive onto Harvard Yard, let alone park on it.
** also I find it kinda cute when it falls out of Drew's mouth when he's not paying attention. Meanwhile he gets frightened when I slide into West Ind-yon because it generally means he's in trouble, lol.
