Some days, things just come together nicely.
Upon arriving at the office, my boss came in to see me. After the disaster which was my annual review (and nervous breakdown), I wasn't expecting anything fantastic from him. However, he informed me that he was able to give me a raise and it will be retroactive to my anniversary date (in July, at which time this year was when I started hemorrhaging cash . . . bad).
Then I was invited to three parties. All quite suddenly my anti-social ass has a social agenda. One of these parties is a Truly Horrible Holiday Sweater party. Since I am all about style and class, I don't own such a sweater.
On my way home from work, I went by my local thrift store to find such a beast and I found a horrible holiday sweater, but not a TRULY horrible holiday sweater. I won't be winning any awards for that. The good news is that I found four really gorgeous wool sweaters and two brand new cast iron pots (a small dutch oven and a large wok shaped pan) without a shadow of rust. Yippee!! I love new cookware!
I have not yet decided whether I will unravel to recycle the yarn or keep the sweaters as they are. Oh and each for $5.50 a throw. I feel rich. (even though I failed at getting an appropriately hideous sweater for the party)
On top of all that good fortune, two fellows in my office were having their birthdays. There was cake! Uh-huh! Cake! I even got accused of talking dirty while eating cake (which I was). So I asked, "Doesn't everyone talk dirty when eating cake? Isn't it the most natural thing you can do?" Yes, they also accused me of being a wacky Californian (which I am).
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- Fresh Hell
- Wouldn't you like to know? . . . In case you would: I'm a girl. I'm in my late 30s. I was born under the glyph of death on the Mayan calendar. Yes, I'm Hispanic among a multitude of other cultures. I'm politically bored and incorrect. I don't pray or prey. I'm a scientist, but probably should have been a housewife. I'm not in a relationship. Sorry ladies, I like the fellers. I knit, but it's not likely you'll ever see my work on the internet. I wish I was a better writer. And while I'm wishing . . . I wish I was thinner, and made more money, and that things would get easier. I like it when I'm not all victimy.
Laughing at Tragedy!
4 comments:
Talking dirty whilst eating cake is perfectly natural... or so I'm told. Also, I am violently allergic to wool. If I wear a wool coat, I have to make sure I wear a long sleeved shirt with a high collar or I'll be scratching 'til blood pours. Wool pants, naturally, are out of the question! No idea why I'm telling you all this but it seemed like a good idea when I began...
All that good luck and to top it off cake. Wow I need some of your day. Can I borrow some. Have a great weekend.
Wow! What an awesome day, Fresh.
It must be your reward for having survived NaBloPoMo.
Well done!
Art~ Good thing you live in an area where wool isn't a necessity. I'd be desperate without it. If I couldn't knit . . . the horror!
Leigh~ I know! It's crazy, no? You are welcome to a slice of my day.
Dive~ Every once in a while, gravity wins and the pendulum swings back in th other direction. I couldn't go on having my ass kicked forever.
Thanks! Now all I have to do is remember to post for the last day of November . . .
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