Working here at the Small Town Hospital, like many other hospitals, the staff have to take these little quizzes to make sure we remember and know about things like airborne or bloodborne icky goo stuff, how to handle fires (electrical and chemical), and a handful of other things. Since I am not part of the licensed/Doctorly/patient-take-carey staff, my quizzes consist of only a handful.
It’s lucrative business. I’m not sure how the whole thing works, or even how well it actually gauges knowledge of anything, but it’s really rather silly. Each employee has to take them yearly.
I can honestly say that I don’t even think they change any of the questions. You have to pass each quiz (which is anywhere between 5 and 8 questions) with an 80% or higher to move onto the next one. At the end of each quiz it tells you which answers you got correct and which you got incorrect. Jot these down, cause you’ll use them later. Now comes the tricky part. Take the quiz again and change the wrong answers (usually they’re True/False questions) and resubmit.
Again I say, I don’t know how accurate it is at actually gauging anyone’s knowledge or understanding of the material. I personally don’t even believe that the questions change over the years.
There is one question, though, that I get wrong every time. Not because I’m an idiot, but because it is genuinely wrong. Taking into consideration that the quizzes and the questions were created many many years ago. And the questions have been slightly modified to reflect the current standards of the healthcare world, some need to be updated.
The question is a True/False. It simply says: The customer is always right. I answer false. False. False. False. Every time. False. The answer to get 100% on the quiz is True. But alas, that is not, realistically, the correct answer.
Working in retail and food service, I remember this mantra being pounded into my head from long ago. As time passed and lawsuits increased, this mentality has changed. The customer is NOT always right. A lot of times they’re not even close to being right. They’re in the “wrong” ballpark and they’re batting a 1000.
All of my schooling has taught me a lot because the field of Psychology is ever changing. It’s so hard to point your finger and say “yes” and be absolutely positive that that is the answer. There’s this grey area. Especially because the majority of Psychology involves the ever-flawed human. Things change within a person and their thought processes daily, hourly, etc. Let alone attempting to take into consideration the vast differences between each of us. We can find like-minded people to befriend, but there is no other person who thinks and feels exactly the same as I do. Or you.
So the “customer is always right” is inherently flawed in it’s very nature.
Consider each person’s level of knowledge. We can all have gone to the same schools, got the same grades and been taught all of the same information, but each of us will remember and retain different bits and parts. Nothing wrong with that. Until it comes down to who is “right” and who is “wrong”. Especially if those are the ONLY two choices. When you put something as black and white as right and wrong into the mix, you throw the proverbial monkey wrench into the mix.
Customer is complaining that they were treated unfairly by staff. Okay. That is their perception. If looking at exactly what Staff Person did, and how they talked and treated the Customer nothing on paper is wrong, does that mean that Customer was truly wronged? Yes, but only in that it is their perception and who are we to judge and decide how a person thinks and feels outside of ourselves. If, however, Customer said, “Staff Person called me an asshole” is Customer then right? If legitimately Staff Person did not call Customer an asshole, this mantra and belief that ‘the customer is always right’ puts Staff Person at fault 100% of the time. Without question. Without investigation. Without fail.
Let’s say for arguments sake that Staff Person did call Customer an asshole. Does it immediately put Staff Person at fault and should then be punished? No. There is always a story. There are also always 2 sides to a story such as this one. What if Customer called Staff Person’s mom a whore? What if Customer threw something at Staff Person’s head while they were trying to walk away from the otherwise heated situation? What if Staff Person had just had enough with Customer’s bad attitude and it was just bad timing? What if Staff Person has now worked two doubles (being on the floor doing patient care for a total of 24-hours) and snapped at a normally regular situation? Staff Person is still human, after all.
As human’s we’re expected to act professional at all times, especially in a service industry such as medical care. The problem is, the customer is not always right. Over the years I have had to curb and tone down my initial instinct to fly off the handle, declare unfailing stupidity, and scream my fool head off. I still have little to no patience for stupidity, but I also have to keep myself in check with regard to these declarations.
And when I am the customer wanting my wrong to be righted, I will gladly accept that I am not entirely right and often working on limited knowledge of what I’m wanting fixed. This does not make me infallible. Nor does it make any of you.Filed under it's called life! | Comments (4)
About a year ago, I was first informed about sock clubs. Being the avid “must have everything” person that I am, I applied to get in on The Loopy Ewe sock club lottery. I was not picked and was desperately looking for one to join. I went on plurk and asked my knitting friends if they knew of any sock clubs that were still open, or were willing to take late adds. Lalaranel was the first to point me in the right direction.
I emailed Jennifer over at Woolgirl.com and she was very kind to take me into her sock club at the very last minute. I paid my dues and waited with anticipation for the first shipment to arrive. I think there have been 4 shipments already received (the October one should be coming soon), and they’ve all been lovely. They have all had the best things for goodies and the yarn has been lovely. I’ve been a lazy bum and have not actually knit a single pair of socks, but lemme tell you, there’ll be a day when I will, and I will enjoy the hell out of it.
** Note: There are these groups on Ravelry where you can sell kits that you didn’t love to someone who didn’t get a chance to join the club, etc. For some reason, this idea has not occurred to me. In any way.
In the last kit I received (The Ladybug kit) I also got a Fibersphere ball. Now, in the past I picked up a Yarntainer on sale from Joann‘s. I loved the idea. I really did. Until I went to use it for an actual project. Then I was frustrated and annoyed with the fact that I either had to finish my project or cut the yarn to get the ball out and use it for another project.
I love the Fibersphere ball. I really do. Except I wish it were just a little bit flat at the bottom so that it wouldn’t roll around when placed on a table. Otherwise… It’s pretty damn awesome and I’m glad Jennifer included it in one of the kits.
In other news, the sweater is coming along (finally!!).Filed under crafting | Comment (0)
No really. I mean. I’m all about things that are challenging and a learning experience. When I worked on the Girasole I knew it was going to be difficult for me. Not only was I working in the round (on something other than socks) but that it was a lace piece, and something so massively big that it was going to be about the most challenging thing imaginable. And it was. I frogged the damn thing a handful of times. I was such a noob with regard to understanding the lace and the increases and decreases and wtf is going on right now with stitching moving and dropping and “Ah fuck, now I have to start all over again.” I sure wish someone had told me what a lifeline was with regard to knitting. It probably would have spared me a lot of time and energy.
See, I was this way with crochet too. I made one simple thing to get the gist of understanding patterns and then I jumped right into making my own stuff and hard things like making amigurumi dolls and the like. I like the challenge. I like forcing myself to learn things that I didn’t otherwise know. It’s good for me and good for my craft.
This sweater, however, is testing my patience. The different between this pattern and the Girasole pattern was simply a matter of knowledge. I didn’t know a lot of the terminology so it was lost on me. The pattern was clear and once I learned my lesson, it all came together quite nicely (there is still not a photo of this item on the net. Mostly because I’m lazy and can’t be bothered with that camera nonsense… or I’m just lazy).
I’m having issues with the sweater pattern. There are decreases with no explanation on how to do lace decreases. Hell, there’s no explanation to the fact that the repeat lace part, each time you do decrease, your starting stitch moves one. And you lose that permanently. So when you do the lace pattern, it’s now altered. Each time. Over and over again. Oh no, you have to learn this the hard way, because knitter’s are all born with this knowledge innately, and since I’m technically a crocheter, I didn’t get this mental memo.
So then, though I’ve worked with doing lace on the increase, to make decreases I was lost. And the Girasole was carefully graphed and made perfect sense. Don’t get me wrong. This sweater is absolutely beautiful. I know that when it’s done I will love it and wear it with much pride. But the process can be kind of hell. To spare myself a whole lot of other grief, I’ve also decided to work it in the round rather than two halves. This is my fault, sure.
I have still had to frog the thing multiple times. 3 times in the last week to be exact. I’ve finally made some progress and it’s all correct and good. I am, however, going to make it longer than the pattern calls. Mostly because I know how traditional clothes fit on my body and I’d rather have a sweater that actually comes to my hips, rather than a boob cover that cost me a lot of money (and time). I’m hoping to snag a photo of the new progress on the sweater, since I’ve been so tired of starting over that I’ve powerhoused through the majority of the beginning. I’m actually passed the furthest point I’ve ever gotten to.
I’m thinking, as much as I love the feel and weight of sock weight yarn, I might reconsider making another sweater outta this stuff. This is just too much work.crafting | Comment (1)
I’ve frogged the sweater. Again. Because I couldn’t figure out how to properly do the lace decreases. Sure I just winged it, but it was still coming out all funky and weird and I couldn’t understand what was going on. It looked okay, from the front or the back. But the sides were… well… not so cute.
I went to Ravelry and asked on the technique board what to do. I got a couple of responses pretty quickly, one of which pointed me toward a KAL (knit-a-long, for all you non-knitters) for the pattern. And then I found out that when you add the total number of stitches to the back to the total number of stitches to the front, I should also have subtracted the selvage stitches on what would have been the sides since I decided to work the sweater in the round. I didn’t do this.
Being the over perfectionist that I am, I contemplated whether or not start over again… or just live with it. I mean, who’s going to get that close to my sides to count the stitches anyway? Probably no one. Except me. I’d know it was there. I’d know that it was all effed up and I didn’t want to make a quality piece of clothing for myself and ended up with a mostly perfect but not completely perfect garment.
I pulled the circular needle out and took a deep breath. I knew exactly what was coming next and it wasn’t going to be pretty. The frogging also meant that I would start over. From scratch. And re-cake the yarn into a lovely center-pull ball, and I started over.
Although before all of this, after pulling the needle from the piece, I tried it on. When working this pattern you start from the bottom and work your way up, so I pulled it over my head and positioned it on my hips somewhere where it should sit. And it was too big. Way. way too big.
The defining factor for this pattern is “bust size”. So the size of your garment is depended on the circumference of the bust. I should have known that this might cause problems. I’m a bigger girl, sure. I’m pudgy around the middle and a little more in the front, but when it comes to “bust circumference” I’m tipping the scales. I’m much larger than most people in my height category. So when I put my lovely 7.5 inches of sweater around me, it was too big.
This thing was supposed to be blocked (which means it stretches some). No way. I didn’t want a tent to wear. I wanted something a little form fitting that was snug-ish. This is not a “keep warm” sweater, but more something you throw on over a tank top, or something. I wanted it to look girlie, like it does on the girl in all the pictures.
So I dropped a size. I probably should have dropped 2 considering how big it really was around my hips, but I’m afraid that it’s going to look silly if I do that.
I cast on again and am starting over. In the round. Minus the selvage stitches. And in a smaller size.
This frogging was actually not the frustrating and annoying one the last one was, because I found out at 7.5 inches that it was the wrong size. I can’t imagine how upset I’d have been if I were nearly finished only to find out it was the wrong size. There’s a chance I might have made it in the paper.
Local woman breathes fire and terrorizes small California town; sweater was wrong size.
This time, it better be right.Filed under crafting | Comments (2)
The thing is, I actually LOVE the rain! Especially the first rain! Oh the smell of rain and this weird feeling of everything getting clean. Including my car (which has not been washed in far longer than I care to admit).
But if there is one thing that can throw an entire population off kilter it’s introducing some weather to the daily routine. The thing that cracks me up is the fact that we were WARNED about this. The weatherman has been telling us for days that the storm was coming (and no I’m not referring to Colbert’s homostorm and I’d like to the absolutely hilarious parody video he did, but I’m blogging from my phone… And google is your friend) and that it was going to be a bit of a doozie! High winds, torrential rain, flash flood warnings, you name it, we got it.
Every year we go through this here in Hell, California. Every. single. year. It’s really not different than any previous year, except the day apocolypse begins. And every year it’s truly the end of the world for folks. They just can’t remember what it was like less than a year ago when it was, you know, raining last.
See, people in California act like they’ve never seen rain before. It’s a day-ruiner. They frantically drive so close to the back of your car that I could tell you the dood’s hair color, from looking out my rear-view mirror… In the rain… And through the gook of not having washed my car in something close to forever (dark brown, btw, guy who rode my ass all the way into work).
And it’s not just the rain or the weather change that seems to throw people off, but the severity of the change. It was over 100 degrees not that many days ago (couple weeks) and thus some folks are still stuck in that mode. We here in Hell, California don’t actually get the transitionary bit in between weather changes.
I have yet to figure out what the deal is, but I welcome the rain. It helps taper off the allergies and the horrific smoke-filled air (which should be illegal to EVERYONE thankyouveryfuckingmuch). It’s a nice refresh after such a harsh summer.
But really, in case of road issues, stay off the ass of the car in front of you! Cause I’m going to have just as much time to stop as you, only you’re going to use me to help soften the blow… And I’d really rather you didn’t.Filed under it's called life! | Comment (1)
So the blogging thing seemed to last about a week before I found out all these other things that needed to be done. I’ve been gaming a lot, which isn’t too surprising. Been distracted even more. One of these days I’ll actually not feel guilty about not going to the gym and answer the phone when Narilka calls… since, well, I asked that she would.
There’s a lot of stuff going on in my life these days. So much so that I don’t get to spend much time thinking about it. Or too much time thinking about it. Depends on who you are I suppose.
The days when I want to talk to someone it seems everyone’s busy. And the days when I find myself busy, everyone wants to talk. It’s kind of funny how that all works out. Or not surprising. Who knows.
There’s something about a day off when everyone else you know is stuck having to work that just makes the day off even better. I can’t really explain it. Government people and banks have today off. Most everyone else doesn’t. I asked for today off because the boyfriend had it off. The big plan was to go to the pumpkin patch where they would find pumpkins for Halloween and I would stuff my face with cakes, pies, and ciders made of apples and anything else related to the fall.
Alas, the boyfriend’s son came down with the flu, thus quarantining his house. I stayed one night, but didn’t want to test my luck with the plague. With everything going on, this was one of the last things I would ever have expected, but it happens when you go to a public school. It’s far too easy for some parents to write their children’s sickness off and send them to school where they are able to spread their plague to any and everyone else. When really, the best thing would have been to Stay. Home.
And I don’t do the things I should do. And I forget to blog. And I forget to read blogs. *sigh*Filed under it's called life! | Comment (0)
First, I want to point out that my wonderful best friend has decided to grace the world with her blogging presence. What’s funny is the story behind when we met (which involves a lot of online blogging) and how we became the friends that we are today. It took years, but really, it’s one of those friendships that just makes sense. So for all 5 of you who seem to come here to visit, check her out. Make her feel welcomed and loved.
There are times when I am full of “perfectly good reason”‘s and “well intention”‘s. Really, who’s going to judge me? Lately there’s been even more opportunity for my perfectly good reason’s. And as of yet it’s my ridiculous obsession with my ever growing waistline and weight.
I’m a short person so a few pounds shows without much effort. It’s not that I have problems with bigger people or think that all people should be able to fit into a jean size that consists of single digits, or even multiple zeros. Oh no. There’s a point where the additional weight becomes increasingly uncomfortable, though. To the point where I seem to have a harder time breathing while sitting.
I’m out of shape, sure, who isn’t these days? I actually have a fairly active job that keeps me moving regularly. My body has simply adjusted to these bouts of running around (though it’s less running than fast walking). I lift a fair amount in a single day as well, but again, the body has adjusted to this. I’m still overweight and, well, to put it simply… fat.
Food is comfort, though. I don’t crave carrots and salads. I crave cookies and cakes. Sugar and soda. I want pancakes for breakfast, lunch and a midnight snack. I want Macaroni and cheese at least once a week, twice if I’ve had a bad day. I want In & Out every other day. And let’s not get started on Chipotle, which will likely be the death of me (since they’ve made ordering easier by creating a damn iPhone app).
Now, don’t get me wrong. I remember everything every trainer has ever told me. I’ve replaced misinformation with new and improved information. Minus my sheer size and pudginess I could technically BE a trainer. I know what foods I should be eating. I know what foods I definitely should be avoiding.
In times of stress and discomfort I don’t first think to go to the gym to work out my frustration. When I’m having a particularly stabby sort of day, the last thing I think about is throwing on some of my ugliest clothes and heading straight for the gym, where tiny little females and buff dudes wear next to nothing while running 15 miles on the treadmill. I make myself a nice 3-person sized dish of macaroni and cheese. Or I stop at Chipotle. Or In & Out. And I stuff my next-to-crying face with these foods that make me feel better because it tastes “oh so good.”
It’s the putting on my pants the next day that seems to be the reminder that the Double Double combo was likely not the best choice.
I’m like Kristy Alley with the weight loss. I lose it, and gain it. I lose it and gain it. It’s an endless cycle. At time I’m super obsessed and I do it. I lose about 10-15 pounds and I’m feeling better and looking better. I hit the plateau and I stop losing weight. Incoming – discouragement. What’s the point when the last 5-10 pounds refuse REFUSE to come off. Sure I can just accept that I’m healthier and happier, always being “just a little bit fat.” So I stop at Chipotle to drown out my fat sorrows by getting more fat.
Honestly, all excuses aside (even the really legitimate ones) there’s just been a lot on my plate. Going to the gym is the last on my list of things to do.
The boyfriend is being laid off from work. This could mean relocation for him. Maybe me, but I’m not sure what’s going on with that. There are stresses in dealing with his son, and his ex-wife, and all of the other aspects of the kind of relocation options that are available to him/us. Not really knowing what’s going to happen doesn’t help. Quitting smoking was good for my heart and lungs, but bad for stress management. Thus, I’m eating more.
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my job?? Well if I haven’t, lemme explain. I haven’t liked my job in years. YEARS. I mean, I’ve actually hated it for a very long time. It used to be tolerable because I worked with some pretty cool people, but they’re simply not enough. I’m unhappy, and usually fairly miserable. I don’t like getting up in the morning because it feels like I’m wasting my day at a place I hate. If I could live in my car, I would. Now that I’m done and graduated I end up being here far too much. It’s intolerable. The things I didn’t like about school were offset by the days I was at work. The things I hated about work were offset by the days I was at school.
There’s none of that now. It’s only work. And I hate my job.
So when I get home I have to deal with a slightly neurotic cat who insists on putting all of her water onto the floor one paw at a time and an apartment full of stuff that desperately needs to be sorted, donated, given away, gifted or thrown out.
Alas, the gym just seems to be one of the hardest things for me to focus on.
Though I should. Tomorrow. *sigh*
Today, I’ll pick a slightly healthier lunch, try not to kill anyone, and hide as much as possible.Filed under me, weight loss goal | Comments (2)
So… I’ve been having some issues with getting some of the WordPress plugins to work. Particularly The WordPress Flickr Manager. For all intents and purposes, it absolutely looked like it was working properly. Except when I tried desperately to add a photo to an entry. Then it would just reload the lightbox pop-up (used for inserting into the entry) and do nothing. I thought it was the browser (Chrome) but it was happening in Firefox too! So I went looking for a working plugin, and had to do all this crazy nonsense to get that one to work. Only, it wasn’t for what I wanted, which was to be able to include just one or two (or 4) specific images to a post. I didn’t want to have to link and entire set/gallery. This isn’t a photo blog (and let’s face it, I’m not the best photographer anyway).
The “other” flickr manager thing required me to do all of this high tech mySQL database conversion stuff. It was kind of terrifying. Mostly because it’s been years since I’ve done that kind of stuff, and I don’t know all the in’s and out’s of how WordPress does it’s thing. Dreamhost ends up doing all of the updates for me automatically anyway, so it’s not really me that looks all high tech and fancy. It’s them. No joke. Not me. So I ended up getting the databases all converted from latin1 to UTF-8. Sounds exciting, but now my little Flickr widget is broken. *sigh* Ah well.
So of course, I’ve been doing all of this and getting no where. Getting frustrated was inevitable, but really? I can’t just put A photo in my blog? Just one? I don’t want to have to upload the same damn photo eleventy-billion times in fourteen different places. I use Flickr almost exclusively for my photos. It’s because I can email them from my iPhone and share. It’s just easier that way. So why all this running around (on the internet) and backwards nonsense to share A single photo?
Oh well. It seems there was some kind of weird change when WordPress updated to 2.8. The author submitted a fix for the lovely Flickr Manager plugin I already had installed, but it hadn’t been approved yet and you could download it directly. So I did. I could have saved myself a ton of headache and confusion and database backup-ing and terrified I’m going to break something to beyond fixing. Y’know how it goes.
And so here I go with the photo sharing. Because after all this nonsense I better start sharing some damn photos, right??
Here is the first attempt at Sweater Hoodie thing. It’s technically called theApres Surf Hoodie, but I like my name better. It’s easier for me to say outloud when I talk to myself while knitting/blogging. The pattern calls for you to make two halves, the back and the front, and piece them together. I started the back (which is what you see pictured here) when I found some blog posts somewhere on the internet regarding doing it in the round (I cannot for my life find the link where the girl mentioned how she did this, but if I ever do, I’ll link it!). So I frogged (took the whole thing apart, for you non-knitting/crocheting folks) and started again. And started again. And again. And again. And again. No really. I started it over 5 different times before I finally decided on starting it on DPNs (double pointed needles; usually used for making socks and other items in the round) and after a few rows transferred it to the circular. The “invisible” start cause some issues with starting ON the circular needle (aka frustration!). I’m about 2 rows away from starting the lace part (the body), which took me DAYS to do.
Side note: Because I can now work this all in Stockinette Stitch, I can continental stitch all of it, meaning that I knit 4 times faster. Having to “throw over” all of the purl rows (when going back and forth) meant I got the first 26 rows (of both the front AND back) done in less than a day and a half (of knitting in between Wintergrasps (WoW speak ftw!) this weekend). This should technically take me a whole helluva lot less time to finish. Yay!
Also to share, because I’m in a slightly obsessed phase, is some yarn I dyed. Because, like I said, I’m slightly obsessed. This one is called Tribal. It’s Brown, Teal and Orange. I used Kool-Aid and Wilton’s Cake dye. This one makes me happy and I love it.
I call this one Odyssey. No reason for the name, but it’s Kool-Aid and Wilton’s Cake dye as well. I love the colors on this one.
And thus concludes my photo sharing entry of the day.Filed under crafting, photos, site, techie | Comments (2)
The weekends are never quite long enough. I always end up feeling like I need to cram in a bunch of stuff fairly late Sunday just to feel like I accomplished something. This weekend was no exception.
Though after getting home from the boyfriend’s house, I discovered the cat decided that the entire apartment was now her new litter box (joy), that my computer’s fan sounded like a high-pitched lawnmower (uh, annoying), and my apartment smelled funny. I guess this means it’s time to take out the trash or something.
So lately I’ve been playing far too much World of Warcraft. I mean, a whole helluva lot of WoW (the acronym for World of Warcraft just in case someone who’s been living under a rock for the last 5 years stumbles across this and is curious why the hell anyone would name a video game wow). This slight obsession with playing WoW so much stems from a couple of things. It’s something I can do with out having to spend a ton of money. Considering I’ve cut back on as much as I possibly can with regard to expenses, the only “luxuries” I have are internet (which was actually a requirement for school since I had a whole lot of quizzes and tests online, as well as papers to turn in), Netflix (the cheapest possible plan I could have that included streaming movies), and WoW.
There are always other options for entertainment, sure. I could read, or knit, or crochet (and thus finish projects I’ve been thinking about, working on and have started but not finished). And man are there a number of books that I definitely want to read before I die.
But when push comes to shove, it’s WoW that seems to get the majority of my attention. That is, until, about 7-ish tonight.
I decided to clean up my room some. Put away all the clean clothes. Patch the crotchial area of my jeans and see if I can’t get at least a month and a half out of them before having to drop mad cashola for replacement jeans. Pack up all of the clothes I decided on donating… oh… months and months ago… only to end up with a giant pile of clothes sitting in the corner. I may (or may not) load up the car prior to going to work and drop it all off at Good Will tomorrow when I get home. I put the dirty laundry in the laundry basket where it belongs. I brushed the hell outta the cat (even though I was pretty upset at her for the litter situation earlier) which she love love loves! She actually sits there and delegates what area of her body to brush and de-fur. It’s very cute.
I started to clean a tiny bit of the kitchen, but that’ll have to wait for another day.
And I dyed some more yarn. This turned out “happier” than I expected with really bright colors. I was thinking something totally different than what I got. *shrug* it’s not bad, but the purple will need to be redyed to try to sort out weird dye separation color stuff. Oh well.
Oh yeah, I also turned on the gas heater, lit the pilot and got that all fired up (pun intended). The crazy thing about my wonderful wall-unit heater is that there’s some sort of gas leak that the landlord* refuses to acknowledge exists. Thankfully there’s a gas shut-off valve inside of the unit and once it hits the point where I’m no longer using it, the gas gets turned off. This saves me about $10/mo on my PG&E bill (because the pilot still burns gas!!) and keeps my apartment from smelling nasty and gross.
Well, it felt far too cold inside my apartment (with all of the windows clothes) so I checked the weather. At the time (this was about, oh 8-ish) it was 60 degrees. Which is actually really nice and pleasant. It was the low of 44 that scared me. Because a week ago we had 100 degree days and 80 degree nights. This severe shift in temperature is likely to mean that someone in this home may get sick… but not if I can help it.
So on goes the heater.
And now I’m wrapping up the night feeling slightly accomplished. I’d like one more day of weekend but I know that’s not likely. Maybe I’ll see if I can have a 3 day weekend next week (for Columbus day, which the rest of the world gets as a paid holiday, but I don’t get it as a holiday at all).
*Note: He’s not really the landlord, he’s the owner of the apartment complex (or as I like to call him, the Slumlord… which he is).Filed under daily junk | Comments (3)
I’ve never been one to share what I’ve been working on. All of my projects are “stealthy” and thus non-sharable. They’re really not that secret so I’m not really sure why I act this way. Mostly because I am a horrible project finisher. I love starting new projects. The idea of picking a yarn and deciding what to do with it and starting is the best part. The finishing part is something I’m not always so good at.
I have not suffered (as of yet) from the OSS (aka One Sock Syndrome). All of my socks have been paired. But I have a million things I want to do.
There’s the blanket project, which I started with no clear giftee in mind. I think I now have one in mind, which means I cannot share the project until after giftee has received the blanket.
I have some sock ideas in mind (mostly WendyKnits patterns with current yarn on hand) but haven’t started any. I’m still debating on who’s getting what. I live in hell people, I don’t need wool or mostly wool socks. Surely not 50 pair (which I probably have enough yarn for).
I have a scarf I’m working on in a lovely green and olive green colorway from Brianna (who loves me because I spend mad amounts of cashola for her to do my dirty work), but that’s also a gift for someone.
Damn these gifts.
I am, however, also working on my first wearable piece. Yes, you wear scarves and hats and gloves and socks, but those are accessories and not part of the wardrobe. I’m working on a sock weight sweater hoodie thing. The pattern is fabulous and I am definitely in love with yet some more of Brianna’s yarn (which she died special for moi!).
I still have a crochet gift for Zannah, that I will have to break out and finish one of these days (maybe before she’s 50 years old??). And I have ideas for amigurumi stuff as well that I’d like to pattern up.
I’ll see if I can’t figure out how to get my Flickr plugin to work with WordPress and share some Sweater Hoodie Thing photos. Though right now it looks like a tube.Filed under crafting | Comments (2)