Welcome to The Crazy

I’m not dead, lest you were the slightest bit concerned.  However, I am definitly in. over. my. damn. fool. head.

Still working full-time!  Hello, cubicle!  Hello, cubicle fish!  (Who is really just getting along swimmingly these days.  Hee.  More on that later.)

Still in class!  Hello, mad crazy Flash programming skillz I don’t actually possess!

Still knitting a frillion Christmas presents in every spare minute!  Hello, every lateral surface of my apartment is covered in a disgusting combination of handknits and cat.

But to add more fun to the mix I…

…took a part-time holiday job at Macy’s.  Insane.  Awful.  Retail.  I took this job with the intention of paying off my car a couple months early in case I do end up going back to school full-time next year.  However, I didn’t really think about how the people I meet there will so completely not relate to this plan.  Yesterday I met a 19-yr-old girl who is 6 weeks pregnant and also has a 5-mo son.  She congratulated me on reaching 26 without children, just flat out amazed.  Macy’s is more eye-opening than tutoring ESL was.

An aside, I ran into one of my old students the other day at the mall outside Macy’s.  Basically, I was jumped and bear hugged by a thugged out 20-something Hispanic man.  I miss that. 

…have started driving down to Richmond every open weekend to visit my great aunt, who is not doing terribly well.  I don’t resent this time at all, even though it is a minimum of 3 hours in the car and a couple visiting, so it pretty well knocks out a Saturday.  What I do resent is that my cousin lives 15 minutes away and visits less frequently than me.  What I also resent is that the normally 90-minute drive back took me THREE AND A HALF HOURS on Saturday.  People!  Where do you need to be that badly??  Me?  I needed to be at Macy’s at 6:00, and I really thought leaving Richmond at 2:30 would do the trick.

I also still–STILL!–need to go through and post my pictures from Africa.  Am lazy slacker type.  The lazy slacker type who starts furiously programming Flahs when coming within 3 feet of her laptop.

However, there is good news.  Today is my birthday, and I just ate cake.  My co-workers gave me a card that says, “Celebrate like you’re a cat and the cake is made of mice.”  That sort of made me want to stop eating cake, which takes quite a lot.  Ew, mousetail cake!

I’m leaving work early to take the kitties for check ups and shots and the crazy.  We shall more than likely all hate one another with the passion of eighty thousand suns by approximately 3:05.  Then I’m going out to my favorite bar to have my favorite bartender serve me my favorite wine for half-price and let other people pay for it.  Then we’re going up the street and getting some Krispy Kremes, because seriously, why the hell not?  Someone responsible enough to take the cats to vet deserves a doughnut.

Also, as I mentioned above, the fish is doing SO WELL.  I was very concerned about him last week.  He did a lot of laying.  A lot.  And fish?  I don’t know much about fish, but I know they’re not supposed to lay.  I even considered taking him to a friend’s house for the long weekend.  But then I figured I could check on him on my way back from Richmond Saturday.  But then there was SIMPLY NO TIME FOR THAT (can you imagine?  “Hello, Macy’s, I am late because I am the kind of crazy that buys medicine for my cubicle fish and pops in on him for little visits over the long weekend.  Please allow me to interact with your valued customers!”)  (Although in all fairness, Macy’s valued customers = driving me to The Crazy almost as fast as Macy’s unvalued employees.)

But since I returned yesterday full of failed intentions and whatnot, little Inari has been happy and swimming and so he’s still a little bloated, but hey!  So am I.  Um, I just didn’t fast all weekend.. 

So anyhow.  It’s been up and it’s been down, and I’m pretty sure it’s just going to be all the fuck around til after the hoildays.  But today?  Today is a good day to have wine and doughnuts, so please join me.  It will be grand.