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dragonlady7Remi was a complete tool all morning, burying foodbowls and prowling on my face, starting before 6 am and continuing up until almost 8, whereupon I finally arose from bed, seized her about the middle, opened the door, and chucked her outside, then firmly shut the door so she could not re-enter to give me yet more grief.
The garden has escaped; despite my hundreds of hours of work, and diligent weeding, when I left for Melrose and it rained and rained, the damn thing went insane. I now can't even find some of my plants. It's nuts.
So far I've had turnips and radishes be edible, but I'm not sure I'll be able to find the rest... there must be peas and strawberries out there, though, among the weeds.
Seriously, we're talking insane levels of weed cover, abruptly.
Oy.
The lawn is also like twelve inches tall, with full-grown Queen Ann's Lace blooming three feet tall in among it. It was short when we left, and scraggly, and thinking of curling up and dying. Now it's just completely insane.
It's been hot the last couple of days, too, so I haven't been able to face going outside...
Oh well, I'm doing what sewing I can for now, and hopefully the fact that I woke suffocating in humidity this morning doesn't mean it won't be clear and nice by early afternoon...
I have so much to do and no time for it. I thought I had to work today, but I don't; so now Z has the car for the day. Fine. But there's a wedding we're to attend tomorrow, half an hour away; I don't know when it starts or where it is, and haven't found the gift registry. To add to the joy, Z and I collectively have about $20 to our name, since his employer "forgot" to pay him last month, and this month's check isn't forthcoming; we're waiting for March's paycheck, mind. I'm to be paid today, but one of the two weeks in the check, I only worked four hours. So that's not going to be much. And I'd have to drive out to Transit Ave to get it, half an hour away, and I can't do that if Z has the car. I can get it tomorrow, since I'm working 9-5 (hence some of the angst about how I'm going to get to the wedding in time), but that means I can't deposit it until Monday. Which still means that how on Earth we're going to buy a gift for this person's wedding, I don't know-- but more to the point, when? Argh. I can't walk to any stores from here, unless maybe Target about half an hour each way...
At LEAST I have a dress to wear.
I'm going to have to wear it to work, I think.
Guh. Anyway.
I am almost done sewing that chirka. Using hooks and eyes for closure, since I couldn't find any suitable buttons and don't want to spend time making them, and I think that for an under-layer anyway a flat closure like hooks would work better than a dimensional one like buttons. (Flat buttons are, I believe, out of period. So they'd have to be the kind of buttons with shanks.)
I'll write more detailed stuff about the chirka later. I embroidered part of it last night, not in a well-researched pattern or anything, but more in idle stem- and split-stitch doodles where the seam I sewed to hold the lining to the fashion layer at the front was uneven. I was going to have to go back over it by hand several times, so I figured I'd just go back over it with embroidery floss instead of regular thread. I don't really like the look, but there it is. It'll grow on me, maybe. Doesn't matter; as I said, it's an under-layer.
I am filled with despair as I look at the work schedule; so many people are going out of town or on vacation or leaving the company right around Pennsic time. If I wind up working every other fucking day all through Pennsic, I am going to freak out. But I also don't want to be a prima-donna, ask for the whole seventeen days off, and get completely shot down. I am still holding this fantasy that I can discuss it reasonably, volunteer to work, say, three days on, four days off, two days on, three days off, etc. through the whole thing, and then basically commute.
But the Scheduling girl is kind of not so good at that sort of thing, and anything too complicated upsets her, and any attempt to do it for her threatens her, and you just don't want to get on her bad side. So I'm trying to figure out which co-worker would be most sympathetic and helpful at perhaps helping me figure out how to even go about asking, and what to ask for...
I think tomorrow I'm going to bring paper print-outs of calendar pages, and sit with the schedule and sort of work out what the possibilities are. I think if I figure out who can work what days, not only will I be less totally confused about my own current schedule, but I will also perhaps be able to request off just the days I need (instead of "any block of 4 days during this week", which is probably more than she can handle conceptually) that I know I can actually get, as opposed to, say, days when the one person who could fill in for me always works elsewhere. Etc.
Oy. Dunno. Why am I so stressed-out when my life has been somewhat-carefully constructed to minimize stress since I totally can't handle it? Argh.
Also my aphasia is getting pretty bad. Yesterday I became completely confounded between "phone", "camera", and "cash register" and absolutely could not keep them straight all day. You can see how in my line of work that might be a problem. My only saving grace is that people mostly don't listen to what other people say anyway, and you can make up for a lot of these things by smiling and gesturing.
The garden has escaped; despite my hundreds of hours of work, and diligent weeding, when I left for Melrose and it rained and rained, the damn thing went insane. I now can't even find some of my plants. It's nuts.
So far I've had turnips and radishes be edible, but I'm not sure I'll be able to find the rest... there must be peas and strawberries out there, though, among the weeds.
Seriously, we're talking insane levels of weed cover, abruptly.
Oy.
The lawn is also like twelve inches tall, with full-grown Queen Ann's Lace blooming three feet tall in among it. It was short when we left, and scraggly, and thinking of curling up and dying. Now it's just completely insane.
It's been hot the last couple of days, too, so I haven't been able to face going outside...
Oh well, I'm doing what sewing I can for now, and hopefully the fact that I woke suffocating in humidity this morning doesn't mean it won't be clear and nice by early afternoon...
I have so much to do and no time for it. I thought I had to work today, but I don't; so now Z has the car for the day. Fine. But there's a wedding we're to attend tomorrow, half an hour away; I don't know when it starts or where it is, and haven't found the gift registry. To add to the joy, Z and I collectively have about $20 to our name, since his employer "forgot" to pay him last month, and this month's check isn't forthcoming; we're waiting for March's paycheck, mind. I'm to be paid today, but one of the two weeks in the check, I only worked four hours. So that's not going to be much. And I'd have to drive out to Transit Ave to get it, half an hour away, and I can't do that if Z has the car. I can get it tomorrow, since I'm working 9-5 (hence some of the angst about how I'm going to get to the wedding in time), but that means I can't deposit it until Monday. Which still means that how on Earth we're going to buy a gift for this person's wedding, I don't know-- but more to the point, when? Argh. I can't walk to any stores from here, unless maybe Target about half an hour each way...
At LEAST I have a dress to wear.
I'm going to have to wear it to work, I think.
Guh. Anyway.
I am almost done sewing that chirka. Using hooks and eyes for closure, since I couldn't find any suitable buttons and don't want to spend time making them, and I think that for an under-layer anyway a flat closure like hooks would work better than a dimensional one like buttons. (Flat buttons are, I believe, out of period. So they'd have to be the kind of buttons with shanks.)
I'll write more detailed stuff about the chirka later. I embroidered part of it last night, not in a well-researched pattern or anything, but more in idle stem- and split-stitch doodles where the seam I sewed to hold the lining to the fashion layer at the front was uneven. I was going to have to go back over it by hand several times, so I figured I'd just go back over it with embroidery floss instead of regular thread. I don't really like the look, but there it is. It'll grow on me, maybe. Doesn't matter; as I said, it's an under-layer.
I am filled with despair as I look at the work schedule; so many people are going out of town or on vacation or leaving the company right around Pennsic time. If I wind up working every other fucking day all through Pennsic, I am going to freak out. But I also don't want to be a prima-donna, ask for the whole seventeen days off, and get completely shot down. I am still holding this fantasy that I can discuss it reasonably, volunteer to work, say, three days on, four days off, two days on, three days off, etc. through the whole thing, and then basically commute.
But the Scheduling girl is kind of not so good at that sort of thing, and anything too complicated upsets her, and any attempt to do it for her threatens her, and you just don't want to get on her bad side. So I'm trying to figure out which co-worker would be most sympathetic and helpful at perhaps helping me figure out how to even go about asking, and what to ask for...
I think tomorrow I'm going to bring paper print-outs of calendar pages, and sit with the schedule and sort of work out what the possibilities are. I think if I figure out who can work what days, not only will I be less totally confused about my own current schedule, but I will also perhaps be able to request off just the days I need (instead of "any block of 4 days during this week", which is probably more than she can handle conceptually) that I know I can actually get, as opposed to, say, days when the one person who could fill in for me always works elsewhere. Etc.
Oy. Dunno. Why am I so stressed-out when my life has been somewhat-carefully constructed to minimize stress since I totally can't handle it? Argh.
Also my aphasia is getting pretty bad. Yesterday I became completely confounded between "phone", "camera", and "cash register" and absolutely could not keep them straight all day. You can see how in my line of work that might be a problem. My only saving grace is that people mostly don't listen to what other people say anyway, and you can make up for a lot of these things by smiling and gesturing.
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Date: 2009-06-26 12:59 pm (UTC)It may be a little late for you now, but I've dealt with this when starting a new job with Pennsic on the horizon (especially the last time I did it, starting a job in June).
I told my employer that I was already scheduled to be away on those dates, tickets bought, badges paid for, etc.
You have a decent work around--the commuting--so you may be able to work it out.
Good luck!
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Date: 2009-06-26 01:30 pm (UTC)And then when I asked for the time off to go to Melrose last week, she flipped out about how she never asks for time off and when her best friend died she only took one day-- one!-- and how all of us just want so much etc etc.
I was really taken aback by that. And to know that she has this week off because she's moving house, and had requested it off beforehand as "one week in June or July", and got it of course because she's in charge of scheduling...
I mean, I shouldn't have a problem. I should be able to get it. But I'm terrified to ask. Because if I ask the wrong way, or at the wrong time, I will NOT get it and will NEVER get it and will be forever labeled A Problem. And you know what, I really don't need that from a part-time, $7.50/hr job that I'm only working because I don't know what else to do with my stupid life.