Whistle While you Work
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taz_39Friday, back to work.
I brought some slices of chocolate babka to share even though we're not supposed to be sharing food. Too bad! I'm responsible. I basically "tag" people and tell them where the food is for them to go grab it themselves. It's never out for everyone to take, always in a container with my name on it, and each portion individually wrapped so no one is fingering all the food.
Everyone enjoyed the babka so it's worth the risk :p
During my first short break I checked my email and saw something from the production company I've been in touch with about Stuff and Things.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
And yes, it was there. A contract!
I'm not going to share dates or details just yet for two reasons:
1 - The production company has not announced the Stuff and Things yet, and
2 - I haven't given notice at work yet because there is still a lot of time before anything would start.
For those reasons, please wait a little longer (or friend me so you can view the entry with the details).
At some point I'll be able to share what's going on.
A lot of you can probably guess.
With that news, I spent the rest of my workday trying not to freak out.
Made it through the day, got home and reviewed the contract, signed it, sent it. Let my family know, let my dear boyfriend know.
Made a huge list of all the stuff I'm going to have to do to prepare. Woof.
After dinner I went out to the garden and finally pruned the basil plant for REALS.
Look at these lovely, fragrant, emerald leaves.
Here are the stalks after being washed.
All of this made about 3 cups of basil leaves, which really isn't that much once it's been through a blender.
There is still about 1/3rd of the plant left, however, so I'll probably get to make another batch this summer.
I put the leaves in the food processor with some pine nuts, garlic, olive oil, lemon juice, Parmesan, black pepper, and just a liiiiittle bit of sugar.
Then it went into these weird potion jars. I'll take some to work to share, and keep one for us.
The rest of the evening was normal. I did only 30 minutes of steno, but some is better than none. Then of course I had to email family to let them know about the Stuff and Things. Jameson and I talked about it for a bit. Because we're both musicians (or at least he is), there's an understanding that if something like this happens to either of us, the other would NEVER try to stop the other person from taking the opportunity. I certainly would never do that to him. Of course it's gonna hurt for us to be away from each other for a long period of time. This is the hardest part, actually, and I don't know how I'll handle it or how he will. But we've done it before, and frankly I know who I chose to be my partner, and I think we can handle this. And if not, well, we'll go from there.
Anyway, I can tell he is happy for me, but I know it also hurts in a lot of ways for both of us.
Saturday, I got up slighly eariler to pack up the pesto jars and slice some more babka for a coworker who missed out yesterday.
For some reason I unrealistically assumed it was going to be a normal drama-free day, but I guess not; as soon as I came in it was being discussed who would be moving where because there were too many supervisor for once. So I ended up across the building in the Spanish section, which wouldn't be so bad except being over there triggers a sort of PTSD moment for me from March, when there were WAY too few of us and I ended up in that zone by myself, handling Spanish and staffing and the daily task distribution all alone.
As a result I was snappy and grumpy, until I actually got over there and wrapped my head around the fact that I WASN'T alone, there were people to ask if I had questions or needed help. I felt bad for being so cranky earlier in the morning, but also still felt annoyed that it was just assumed that everyone is comfortable handling the Spanish portion of the building. I'm definitely not. But whatever.
It also didn't help that I brought the pesto to share, and more babka, but the people I brought it for weren't there or didn't show up. Which meant I had to take it all the way back home. Which may not seem like a big deal, but it was 98 degrees today and that pesto and bread had to be in a hot car for essentially two hours. I'm trying to do something nice by bringing food to work to share. But today it felt like an inconvenience that was not appreciated.
After work it was dinner with Jameson, practicing the trombone and steno.
God, I suck at both of them. WTF! Sometimes I wonder what I even practice for. But I need to be patient, somehow.
Sunday, work was alright, nothing to report.
I decided to get a haircut because my last one had grown out very poorly, and I hate feeling awkward and more unattractive than usual. I've already got a horsey face and crooked teeth and bad cowlicks, I don't have high expectations but at least I want to be able to not be self-conscious about how I look.
I went to Floyd's where I got a bob, apparently.
The instructions I gave were, "Could you please cut the bottom layer shorter than the top, so it doesn't curl out? Also it would be great if I could still tie it back."
Result = short bob with no possibility of tying my hair back until Christmas. Not to mention it's longer on one side for some reason. I had a nice internal sigh about it, but there's nothing I can do, I'll just have to endure exclamations from my coworkers tomorrow and wait until it grows out. Maybe I'll start getting my hair cut less, but spend more money on a "better" salon. Anyway it's not terrible, just not much better than what I had. If I had spoken up and said to the stylist, 'I don't like this, I would have rather had...'"...what? I wouldn't have known what to ask for. So really, I have nothing to complain about.
Back home I put the pesto in the freezer because apparently it's not wanted by anyone but me.
Jameson was in a dark place, so I tried to leave him alone and went to take some steno tests (an 86 and a 98 on a practice test, so that's good). Ironically I think getting my hair cut drastically differently might have depressed him even further, due to upcoming Stuff and Things. I don't know what to say about any of it.
Monday, work, nothing new at all.
Ate dinner in the car, went into steno class minutes after walking in the door.
It went surprisingly well. Maybe I really can get out of the 100wpm class this semeter? But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I checked on the garden, I now have three lemons somehow which is not a complaint.
The cowpeas are turning purple. Um...now what do I do with them? Lol.
Jameson watched the home run derby while I ate some of my chocolate babka and did updates on my work computer and generally contemplated life.
Tuesday was WFH, it was a slow day and I spent a lot of it wiping my computer and reinstalling Windows 10.
After work we ordered sushi, and I started my challah dough.
I've been so looking forward to making challah, but I'm already frustrated by this dough.
It has a LOT of honey and vegetable oil instead of butter, and the dough was very, very sticky.
In fact it's probably the most difficult dough I've ever worked with. I could not get it to do ANYTHING. I kneaded it as best I could but felt like I lost half the dough in the process, what with it sticking to every surface and my hands and the bowl and the scraper.
It's in the fridge now and we'll see how it comes out over the weekend.
I feel anxious, because there's so much to do, and yet so little that I can do right now, to prepare for Stuff and Things.
Hopefully some peace will hit me on the weekend.
I brought some slices of chocolate babka to share even though we're not supposed to be sharing food. Too bad! I'm responsible. I basically "tag" people and tell them where the food is for them to go grab it themselves. It's never out for everyone to take, always in a container with my name on it, and each portion individually wrapped so no one is fingering all the food.
Everyone enjoyed the babka so it's worth the risk :p
During my first short break I checked my email and saw something from the production company I've been in touch with about Stuff and Things.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
And yes, it was there. A contract!
I'm not going to share dates or details just yet for two reasons:
1 - The production company has not announced the Stuff and Things yet, and
2 - I haven't given notice at work yet because there is still a lot of time before anything would start.
For those reasons, please wait a little longer (or friend me so you can view the entry with the details).
At some point I'll be able to share what's going on.
A lot of you can probably guess.
With that news, I spent the rest of my workday trying not to freak out.
Made it through the day, got home and reviewed the contract, signed it, sent it. Let my family know, let my dear boyfriend know.
Made a huge list of all the stuff I'm going to have to do to prepare. Woof.
After dinner I went out to the garden and finally pruned the basil plant for REALS.
Look at these lovely, fragrant, emerald leaves.
Here are the stalks after being washed.
All of this made about 3 cups of basil leaves, which really isn't that much once it's been through a blender.
There is still about 1/3rd of the plant left, however, so I'll probably get to make another batch this summer.
I put the leaves in the food processor with some pine nuts, garlic, olive oil, lemon juice, Parmesan, black pepper, and just a liiiiittle bit of sugar.
Then it went into these weird potion jars. I'll take some to work to share, and keep one for us.
The rest of the evening was normal. I did only 30 minutes of steno, but some is better than none. Then of course I had to email family to let them know about the Stuff and Things. Jameson and I talked about it for a bit. Because we're both musicians (or at least he is), there's an understanding that if something like this happens to either of us, the other would NEVER try to stop the other person from taking the opportunity. I certainly would never do that to him. Of course it's gonna hurt for us to be away from each other for a long period of time. This is the hardest part, actually, and I don't know how I'll handle it or how he will. But we've done it before, and frankly I know who I chose to be my partner, and I think we can handle this. And if not, well, we'll go from there.
Anyway, I can tell he is happy for me, but I know it also hurts in a lot of ways for both of us.
Saturday, I got up slighly eariler to pack up the pesto jars and slice some more babka for a coworker who missed out yesterday.
For some reason I unrealistically assumed it was going to be a normal drama-free day, but I guess not; as soon as I came in it was being discussed who would be moving where because there were too many supervisor for once. So I ended up across the building in the Spanish section, which wouldn't be so bad except being over there triggers a sort of PTSD moment for me from March, when there were WAY too few of us and I ended up in that zone by myself, handling Spanish and staffing and the daily task distribution all alone.
As a result I was snappy and grumpy, until I actually got over there and wrapped my head around the fact that I WASN'T alone, there were people to ask if I had questions or needed help. I felt bad for being so cranky earlier in the morning, but also still felt annoyed that it was just assumed that everyone is comfortable handling the Spanish portion of the building. I'm definitely not. But whatever.
It also didn't help that I brought the pesto to share, and more babka, but the people I brought it for weren't there or didn't show up. Which meant I had to take it all the way back home. Which may not seem like a big deal, but it was 98 degrees today and that pesto and bread had to be in a hot car for essentially two hours. I'm trying to do something nice by bringing food to work to share. But today it felt like an inconvenience that was not appreciated.
After work it was dinner with Jameson, practicing the trombone and steno.
God, I suck at both of them. WTF! Sometimes I wonder what I even practice for. But I need to be patient, somehow.
Sunday, work was alright, nothing to report.
I decided to get a haircut because my last one had grown out very poorly, and I hate feeling awkward and more unattractive than usual. I've already got a horsey face and crooked teeth and bad cowlicks, I don't have high expectations but at least I want to be able to not be self-conscious about how I look.
I went to Floyd's where I got a bob, apparently.
The instructions I gave were, "Could you please cut the bottom layer shorter than the top, so it doesn't curl out? Also it would be great if I could still tie it back."
Result = short bob with no possibility of tying my hair back until Christmas. Not to mention it's longer on one side for some reason. I had a nice internal sigh about it, but there's nothing I can do, I'll just have to endure exclamations from my coworkers tomorrow and wait until it grows out. Maybe I'll start getting my hair cut less, but spend more money on a "better" salon. Anyway it's not terrible, just not much better than what I had. If I had spoken up and said to the stylist, 'I don't like this, I would have rather had...'"...what? I wouldn't have known what to ask for. So really, I have nothing to complain about.
Back home I put the pesto in the freezer because apparently it's not wanted by anyone but me.
Jameson was in a dark place, so I tried to leave him alone and went to take some steno tests (an 86 and a 98 on a practice test, so that's good). Ironically I think getting my hair cut drastically differently might have depressed him even further, due to upcoming Stuff and Things. I don't know what to say about any of it.
Monday, work, nothing new at all.
Ate dinner in the car, went into steno class minutes after walking in the door.
It went surprisingly well. Maybe I really can get out of the 100wpm class this semeter? But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I checked on the garden, I now have three lemons somehow which is not a complaint.
The cowpeas are turning purple. Um...now what do I do with them? Lol.
Jameson watched the home run derby while I ate some of my chocolate babka and did updates on my work computer and generally contemplated life.
Tuesday was WFH, it was a slow day and I spent a lot of it wiping my computer and reinstalling Windows 10.
After work we ordered sushi, and I started my challah dough.
I've been so looking forward to making challah, but I'm already frustrated by this dough.
It has a LOT of honey and vegetable oil instead of butter, and the dough was very, very sticky.
In fact it's probably the most difficult dough I've ever worked with. I could not get it to do ANYTHING. I kneaded it as best I could but felt like I lost half the dough in the process, what with it sticking to every surface and my hands and the bowl and the scraper.
It's in the fridge now and we'll see how it comes out over the weekend.
I feel anxious, because there's so much to do, and yet so little that I can do right now, to prepare for Stuff and Things.
Hopefully some peace will hit me on the weekend.
