running away

I have decided to run away.
Well, only for the 'weekend'. I am going to leave from work tonight and drive to my parents' in Melrose, where I will stay until such time as I see fit to come back.
Well, ok, no, I'll stay until late Wednesday/early Thursday, and then will drive back in time to be at work at 11 am on Thanksgiving morning. So there.

So how bad d'yall think traffic will be in Albany at 5:00 on Thanksgiving morning?

Anyhow. it's just worthwhile.

Today I have a mini-day-off. Instead of coming in at 11 and leaving at 7:30, I'm coming in at 4 and leaving at... probably 7:30. I agreed to do this before I realized what day it was. But, as it amounts to giving me the day to run errands, I'm not complaining, although you can bet I will be if they decide to make me stay later. "But it's busy and there's a flight delay!" "Fuck you, I have a six-hour drive to make after this!" ... No, not a good thing at all.

Am currently sitting on Z's mom's couch with Bert the beagle's head in my lap. Earlier she climbed over me, laptop and all. She absolutely could not have slept in one more hour. Dammit, because I could have, and I'll be getting little enough sleep these next couple of days.

Oh, I got home last night and Z infuriatingly informed me that he's bought 2/3 of my Christmas present. WTF? 2/3? What's that even mean? I am infuriatingly intrigued.

I am making good progress on the homemade portion of my gifts, from the composition aspect, but I really am going to wish I knew how to use Indesign from the layout aspect. Urgh.

I also have an exceedingly amusing post brewing about the End of the World, based on a conversation with a customer yesterday, but at the moment I am awake too early to be coherent about it.

Recipe: Homemade Bailey's

This is a time-honored recipe and one which I was recently asked to repost what with the holidays coming up. So, while I've been combing through my recipe books to find recipes, I thought I'd put this one up too.

1 can sweetened condensed milk
8 oz half-and-half
8-10 oz whiskey (cheap is fine)
1 drop almond extract

Combine in blender. Store in refrigerator. Is actually tastier than Bailey's.

Recipe by Ange Giancarlo.

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In other news, got up this morning full of purpose, bent on packing and preparing. Took shower, felt very dizzy. Came and lay down in bed. Two hours went by and I slept, but was still dizzy. Got up, went downstairs and ate a slice of cold pizza, and drank about 1 qt of water. Am no longer very dizzy, but do have headache and feel very heavy. Am contemplating calling in sick to work. Except of course if I'm too sick to work, then I'm too sick to drive across the entire state by myself. I refuse to contemplate it being an either/or situation, because that is just wrong.

Z has saved the day by volunteering to take tomorrow off work. (They have Wed, Thu, & Fri off anyway.) He thinks perhaps he can actually do this. That would be awesome. Then it doesn't matter if I am dizzy and sick, and it doesn't matter if I have to go straight to work on Thanksgiving after 6 hours' driving. Except, of course, who will take over the dog-sitting?

*black foul mood redescends* Dammit.

Meanwhile it is already noon and I have not even begun on all the things I had to do today in order to be able to leave tonight.

aww

I just found out one of my coworkers runs this site:
Sweet Scents Candles and Soaps. It is a cute site. It's the more amusing if you know this person, who simultaneously is and completely is not the sort of person you'd associate with this sort of thing.

This is the coworker who, should I call in sick as I am contemplating, would be stuck closing Torture Bar, incidentally. Would she resent me for it? Probably not, actually.

I still don't feel good but it's so unspecific that I don't know if I'm just an idiot and would be all better if only I ate something / hadn't eaten that / took some advil / took a nap / hadn't taken that nap. You know the feeling? Urgh. And I only get to call in 4 times in twelve months, which is pretty damned ridiculous. After that they fire me for absenteeism. And you know what? I don't know how many times I've called in since that policy was enacted.

Urgh.

*dies*

Fine.
I will not call in sick to work.
Z cannot find anyone to feed the dog, and so he cannot come with me to my family's.
I do not believe I am well enough to drive all the way across the state in the middle of the night by myself, twice. I have just spent today lying around feeling unspecifically ill, and am having trouble negotiating stairs, let alone driving.
But I cannot afford to take a sick day over this. That would be silly.
Thus.
I will not call in sick.
I will not go to Melrose.
I will not see my family.
I will see them after Christmas instead, as I have requested that Monday off as well as the Thursday and thus will have a sane and normal amount of time to devote to the visit. There will be no midnight driving.
...
If I do not get the day after Christmas off from work, I will quit my job.



I am sorry to spam the flist like this, but it's been rather a traumatic morning for some reason.