Tuesday is the new Sunday
One more complaint to chaulk up about my job are the very strange scheduling hours. For the most part, they are pretty regular and I can't complain, I now get up at a respectable hour every day, and I usually wake up before my alarm - this is a sign of a healthy routine and breaking the midday nocturne habits. As you might recall, this week Tuesday and Sunday switched, so I am off today, drinking coffee, blogging, and reconnecting with
Dawson's Creek, a show I never watched on the first go-round, or re-runs, but now not-so-secretly covet on daytime TBS. The other thing about this week is that I am done tomorrow and the day after at 2, and have Friday completely off. Someone remarked at work that I have "all the good shifts." Well, good unless you are trying to furnish an apartment and survive on $70 more a month than qualifies for foodstamps. Since I have the time today, maybe I'll continue expanding the job net. I need to go by Filene's to get this excellent set of pots and pans that they have on sale this week, I've learned you can buy items on a Tuesday and then get the extra 10% on the weekend without fear of not getting what you want. So, consider it an open invitation to stop by my place for dinner next year, now that I'll have three sauce pans (not like I've ever "made" a sauce that didn't involve opening a jar of Ragu), some skillets, and a bonus "kitchen tool kit." It's a nice set, and the pans are
champagne-colored, how civilized, no??
I bought a new folder-system to sort out the mountains of paperwork on my desk - now I just need to find the motivation to devise and follow a system. I've read some books on grad school and they all seem to emphasize the importance of staying organized, that's going to be a hurdle. But I can imagine the benefits of having all of my student loan, lease, and other documents in one place and in order. These accordian folders got me through the grad school application process, now let's hope they can get me through the real deal - I thorougly recommend them to anyone who feels her life lacks order. I guess the motivation here lies that my sister comes home next week and if I don't move my stuff, every piece of paper, in her eyes, is doodle paper, even if it says things like lease or promissary note.
So much for my breezy day off - my mother has this surprise babyshower tonight and suddenly I have to pick up a whole lot of slack for someone who never met the expectant mother - like chopping a molehill of veggies and making a pasta salad and then dropping it off to pick up a Sam's card for my mother to use (this assumes stopping again to give the card to my mom). Well, it's not getting done sitting here, but I am not thrilled about giving over a day to this. Idol tonight, but if I get excited now, I won't be able to concentrate and will likely cut off a finger instead of mincing red peppers.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:05 AM
