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Dec. 17th, 2005 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Came home from work wearied but, oddly, cheerful. I felt old, tired, wise, and professional today, after an initial breakdown that netted me a very motherly embrace from a coworker, and a pink pen and $5 from a sympathetic bar customer. For some reason, the pink pen was the most touching gift. Also, Übermanager was present and said, "If you're burned out, why not take a vacation?" I explained that I was saving my vacation for February so I could see my sister when she got back from Iraq, and he shrugged. "Take an unpaid week in January. It's dead; we can be understaffed."
I perked up almost immediately, although I remained a bit fragile and yet cheerful most of the day.
I wrote down all my credit card tips in pink pen. I think I will keep the pink pen in my bank. Either that or I will write my Christmas cards with it.
Because no, I haven't yet.
I have a really grody cough, I must say. It's been tearing hell outta my throat, which is distressingly painful. Ow.
Got home and was greeted by Z in the midst of making a crab chowder dish out of the Joy of Cooking, using imitation crabmeat he found in the freezer. Which was exceedingly clever of him, as we had almost nothing to eat in the house.
So just now we've made the dough for the piparkukas, which is very exciting. They have to be refrigerated 24 hours, though. Which is just as well, as I'm bushwhacked. I think it's time for sleep. Z may have more trouble sleeping, however: when I called at 6 to say I was heading home, he confessed that he'd only been out of bed two hours. He'd seen me off to work, and I'd offered to turn up the heat on my way out, but he'd declined, as he was still in his underwear in bed. He'd then zonked out again, awoken around noon, eaten lunch, and zonked out again until 4. Which is good-- he's the sort who just needs a good sleep binge now and then, what with his metabolism and all, and I'm sure his immune system will need all the help it can get if it's exposed to my Killer Monster Attack Airport Germs all winter, since I can't get him to take vitamins unless he's actively ill.
But I'm thoroughly jealous.
I perked up almost immediately, although I remained a bit fragile and yet cheerful most of the day.
I wrote down all my credit card tips in pink pen. I think I will keep the pink pen in my bank. Either that or I will write my Christmas cards with it.
Because no, I haven't yet.
I have a really grody cough, I must say. It's been tearing hell outta my throat, which is distressingly painful. Ow.
Got home and was greeted by Z in the midst of making a crab chowder dish out of the Joy of Cooking, using imitation crabmeat he found in the freezer. Which was exceedingly clever of him, as we had almost nothing to eat in the house.
So just now we've made the dough for the piparkukas, which is very exciting. They have to be refrigerated 24 hours, though. Which is just as well, as I'm bushwhacked. I think it's time for sleep. Z may have more trouble sleeping, however: when I called at 6 to say I was heading home, he confessed that he'd only been out of bed two hours. He'd seen me off to work, and I'd offered to turn up the heat on my way out, but he'd declined, as he was still in his underwear in bed. He'd then zonked out again, awoken around noon, eaten lunch, and zonked out again until 4. Which is good-- he's the sort who just needs a good sleep binge now and then, what with his metabolism and all, and I'm sure his immune system will need all the help it can get if it's exposed to my Killer Monster Attack Airport Germs all winter, since I can't get him to take vitamins unless he's actively ill.
But I'm thoroughly jealous.
