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Archive for February, 2006
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I’m so mean.
Poor Christine. I gave her a teaser on her b-day gift. I’m so mean. I’m just awful at keeping secrets. I’m so happy about how this is turning out that I just had to share with people! And I couldn’t really post it here until she saw it herself…. So I let her spoil the surprise on her own.
My first embroidery project that I will actually see through to completion and not give up due to frustration.
Crochetted goodness…
This is my favorite scarf. I made it about 5 years ago and I’ve used it every winter since, despite the fact that I’ve made and own others. I’d made a blanket for a friend for her birthday with this pattern and yarn and had bits left over. It was as easy as pie. Two strands of Homespun with a Q hook. Chain it for as long as you want it then single crochet into the back loop only all the way through. I made one in olive for Ma around the same time and I know she loves it. I kept the blanket I made in olive, the scrap yarn from which Ma’s scarf was crochetted.
I always liked this pattern because, at the time, I couldn’t knit to save my life. This pattern looks very much like it’s ribbing.
My apologies for the crappy photography.
Demolition Man: Psychic prediction?
So I’m sitting here on a lazy Sunday, watching Demolition Man on TBS. For those who may not remember, this is the Stallone movie where he and a notorious criminal are both cryogenically frozen as part of their prison terms. Wesley Snipe’s character escapes from the prison during a parole hearing for which he was thawed. The year is something like 2035… Stallone and Snipe’s characters are convicted of murder and both frozen in 1996 by the movie’s timeline. Probably filmed around 1990 or so when I recall the idea of cryo-freezing to be big potential in the scientific community.
Anyhow, they are trying to figure out who has escaped from the prison and they’re reading the list of those who had parole hearings that morning. One of the names is Scott Peterson. (Insert Twilight Zone theme music here.)
*snort, giggle*
Yes, I’m a dork.
My eyes are bleeding!
I’ve been staring at spreadsheets all day in an effort to correct a mistake that three managers before me have been unable to correct. So who gets the blame? Me, of course. Then, when review time comes around and I mark myself down on my self-eval because I am, of course, to blame that this hasn’t been resolved, I get this schpeil about how can I say it’s my fault when I’m the third manager to have to deal with the problem.
Meh! Meh, I say! I’m really getting sick of things being my fault and then they’re not my fault. WHICH IS IT!!!????? Would someone F-ing make up their mind? If it’s my fault, fine! I promise to lose sleep over it and continue to create digestive problems for myself. If it’s not my fault, GET OFF MY BACK!!!! And god forbid someone actually HELP me with something I have no experience with and god forbid someone actually be a mentor to me instead of pointing and pushing.
Everything around here is full of contradiction. Do I ever bring it up? Hell no! If I do, I’m making the bosses look stupid or I make myself look like an ass because, no matter what, they’d never remember the contradiction so I look like I’m accusing them of something stupid.
I can’t bring my issues up to HR because I constantly get the feeling that all they want to do is stick it to my bosses. They aren’t bad. They’re just inconsistent. One of them has MAJOR communication issues. Think of someone that you know that has major problems with reading comprehension. Then think of that except with the spoken word. Sometimes she says stuff that’s sooooo far off of what she really wants that I just want to bang my head against the wall! ARGH!!!! That was a Charlie Brown “argh” and not a pirate “argh”.
I have all this pent-up frustration because I can’t fugging tell these people what I want. When I leave here, I want to make a huge point of telling them. Only I’ve got to tell the one about the other and vice versa. Then I go home all bitchy and I snap at my sweet baby. That’s what hurts to most. I snap at him all the time. Only I can’t find my way through to apologize to him for being mean. This is the way it has to be for now. I’m tired of snapping at him for stupid things because my work has my heart tied in knots. You know, these people actually told me I needed therapy. How am _I_ the one who needs therapy? I swear the one boss wants me to be a “mini-me” and her psychological issues are, in her mind, issues that I’m somehow manifesting so I’m the one who needs treatment.
Someone shoot me…
