Work sucks - redux.
I cleaned out my purse. A while back, Weebug gave me some mesh zipper pouch hings. They are great! I love stuff like that. My crap is no longer rolling around the bottom of my bag. The red one now has my essentials - lip gloss, gum, allergy eye drops, decongestant and advil. The yellow one has my sock-in-progress. I have a larger bag that fell out and is in my car that keeps the feminine stuff plus a hairbrush.
Oh, and I also finally finished that fuzzy mobius scarf. Now I need some other small project to take with me in my giant bag. Maybe I will finish off an old project or start a new one. What to do....
I got a phone call yesterday. I start work Monday - probably. I was quite happy being unemployed. Now I am going back to work for the same place. My stipulation was that there was no way on God's green earth I was going to ever report to Petey again as long as I had life left in this damn body of mine. They agreed.
Why am I doing this? I don't like working for that place. Oh, yeah. The money. My job pays pretty decently. Gideon is my new boss. He is cool. I like him. I hate Peter-the-lying-sexist-sack-of-shit. Have I said that recently? He is one of the few humans on this planet that I can say that I hate. I don't like to hate. But the venom in me toward that man is freakishly potent.
Okay, we had a Tae Kwon Do tournament last Saturday in Monroe, Oregon. Harley got bronze and kicked some impressive ass. Hopefully soon I will get to posting some pictures on my photoblog.