Happy birthday to tonights! I hope you had a great day, dear!

I liked it, but the constant lists of fish made me wish for a illustrated guide or something to go with them.

Probably because it was gorgeous for a while. By the time I got out, it was getting all cloudy.

Thus far I'm not really succeeding yet.

Dad and I both have the day off, so we're going to go to Belfast and Rockland and do some looking around, go to bookstores, that sort of thing. Also, for some odd reason, he wants to go tour the supermarkets in those cities that are the same chain he works for. Strange man.

This should be fun and entertaining.

Coming to a fandom several years after it has died. :(

Started very early at work and went straight from work to Doors!K's house to watch Red Dwarf with her and former Forklift!K.

It was weird, not being on the computer at all. Very very strange.

Except the movies. And now we've started on Red Dwarf (again, for me, since I saw the first three seasons a few years back). It's quite the switch.

Trouble is, he's right. I'm so tired. I really do need to go to bed early.

And I'm not quite sure what to eat about it. I shall continue thinking.

Feeling much calmer today. Sometimes I think I hit the low points only to remind myself that the only place to go is up.

about how unhappy I am with, like, everything in my life. Also, a small gesture that I think was meant as comforting but ended up making me feel uncomfortable instead. And this on top of a day I did a chef event.

Can I just sleep for a year now?

My trackball mouse really is dying now. The right button has been being iffy for about seven or eight months, but now the left buttons is starting to double click everything, even if I've only clicked once. Guess this means I'll have to break out the new trackball sooner than I'd hoped.

Since it's been raining for about two weeks, this was awesome.

I also saw Nightwatch, which I found a little strange. The worst part was my dad, knowing a little bit of Russian, was sitting there going "But that's not what that means!" every now and then. Hush, father.

As nice as it was to see sunshine and blue sky, I really wish it was less sticky. Somebody turn down the humidity before I melt, please.

But we will Wednesday, and then the movies, and then... well, we'd be saying Red Dwarf, but I'm not sure what we'll watch next. But it should be fun.

Especially to find ones I liked, but I stayed up too late last night and found some Babylon 5 icons. Now off to watch the rest of season 5, maybe. At least four episodes, anyway.

Note to self: if you actually take the vitamin C/energy supplement thing, it works better than just thinking about it.

And if I keep telling myself that, I may actually believe it.

So I went on break today and there were a stack of recipe cards on the cabinet in front of the demo room. And since all recipe cards are my concern, I grabbed one and saw the date. July 2 & 3.

"Well, blast," I said, annoyed. "It would have been nice for some advance warning." And R, my boss, whom I really like although occasionally she annoys the crap out of me, immediately started explaining how she'd only just gotten the cards, so I hastened to assure her that it was her I was referring to, it was the people above her who hadn't told her anything so she could tell me. And I'm a bit annoyed on her behalf, too, because they make her job harder when they don't tell her things, and it makes my job harder when she can't tell me things because she doesn't know, etc. etc.

And then I realize that the second is not a Friday, like I was originally thinking. Oh no. It's a Thursday.

I don't work Wednesdays. After doing a radio show at 2:30 to 5:00 in the morning, I'm not in much shape to work Wednesdays.

So next weekend, unless I can convince R to let me come in for a few hours on Wednesday to prep stuff, I'm going to walk in cold for a demo and immediately have to start chopping and marinating and making stuff, all within two hours so I can start serving at the proper time.

To top that all off, I don't even know who I'm working with on this, since D said she didn't really want to do it again and Granma!J isn't back from having her surgery done. And now I'm not annoyed anymore. I'm ticked off, heading rapidly to poed, if I think about things too much.

So I'm not going to think about it. I do not need this stress. Instead I shall play facebook games and relax.

Also, I'll get some water. Holy cow I am so thirsty.

But it's yucky out and all that fun stuff, so I don't feel too bad about it. Plus, sometimes I just need to recharge.

Also, the Woodchuck cider may be turning me into an alcoholic. Is so yummy! Cannot stop drinking it.

I've forgotten how not friendly I feel towards anything but firefox. The library only has IE, and I'm hating every second of trying to find pictures and update the daily comms. Oh, woe, woe is me, my life is so hard.

Right, got to finish up and go meet up with Photo!M at Paddy Murphy's, where there may be cider, at least one glass of it. Any more than that and I'm not sure I'll be able to walk into the station at all.

I think I may be developing some sort of allergy to hot green tea or something, because when I drink it at work, I seem to often get sick to my stomach.

Or maybe I'm not getting my tea mug clean enough/washing out all the soap, since iced green tea doesn't seem to have the same effect. Hm. This bears investigating.

Though I doubt I have more than one or at the most two fathers on my friends' list.

For me, I took my dad to breakfast at a bar near us, where they make very good omelets, and we're going to have some dinner together tonight after work and before I run off to see some more Babylon 5. Also, I got him a belt and some underpants that he needed. Jeanne got him razor blades but hasn't handed them over yet.

Happy Birthday, thisisbone! Hope you had a good one.

Of late I have been feeling more and more that I am unappreciated at work, especially during the chef events. I don't know if it's because I'm just too good at much job, thus they don't realize just how hard I'm working or what. But I do know that more and more I hear things that make it seem like all I'm doing is being a pain and a bother, and I don't like that feeling, not even a little.

So I really honestly and seriously am considering changing my stuff at work so that if there's an opening somewhere else in the club, I'm considered for it. Seriously. I feel a little bad jumping ship, so to speak, but I'm just getting more and more miserable, and in the long run, that will be worse for me.