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You say farfalle, I say bowties.

A mixture of rotini and bowties are my favourite pasta. Previously it was linguine and angel hair. But I am female and inclined to change my mind. Often. And I will. Often.

I made vegetable soup yesterday. I make damn good veggie soup. Yes, I am tooting my own horn. Since no one is here to taste it, I will tell you that you like it already. It is your favourite veggie soup that you've never had.

I usually make 2-3 gallons of this stuff. My roomates and I put away quite a bit of it last night, and there was no complaint at all for the lack of meat. Unfortunately, I baked 2 full heads of garlic in a garlic roaster, with just a bit of olive oil. I didn't bake it quite long enough, but it was still good. Unfortunately, it was much more potent than sweet. (the longer you bake it, the sweeter it becomes... something I learned from Madame Calima) Seeing that I had no energy to make it the day of her bday, I made it the day after. My roomates maybe ate a few cloves. I ate the rest.... Oh boy am I paying for it today. My taste buds have been reset, and I fear permanently so. Everything today has a queer aftertaste that reminds me of dairy products, and the association is turning my stomach.

I rented Galaxy Quest last night. Lady had never seen it before. This was not acceptable. I joined Hollywood Video just for that rental.

In other news 2 men behind the counter of Hollywood video were strangely annoying. I hate it when someone who has no tact displays their interest in you. "So, how do you feel being over 30?"

Assholes.
The pathetic attempt was further supplemented by more pathetic attempts. Upon reviewing my Kentucky Drivers liscense:

"How do you like it DOWN here?"

"Considering that Columbus is 2.5 hours NORTH of Florence, I like it UP here, just fine."

I hated having to give my address for the membership. You never know how stupid people really are sometimes, that they might decide to drive by your house or something. They made a comment about knowing where the street I live on is.

I told my beloved about this, and he says that I should have added:
"Ask my boyfriend. He says I feel great."
"Yes, that is the street that I live on, did I mention that my boyfriend makes axes, swords, knives, and staves?"

He's a bit protective. But I have to admit that I love it.

They probably wouldn't know what staves were.

I finally broke down and called my area manager and begged to be transferred instead of waiting. I know that this may delay my chance of promotion. But, my health is more important. I came down with another illness this past week. I have been sick for weeks, and I only get better for a little bit, and then I get hit with something else that's going around. I blame my job for the high stress, the laziness of other managers ( I have to take up their slack, and they like to stick me in the position where you do the most running.) And the fact that I get no breaks. Before anyone goes off about it being illegal, I can't find it in Ohio law anything that says that you are supposed to have a break. Only minors are required a break. Not saying that I'm right. Just that it's not been found yet the piece of legislation that I can stand on.

So, I tell my boss, I'm miserable, sick, exhausted, and not getting better..... and apt to look for something else if they don't move me somewhere that I can get a break so that I may eat a proper meal and stay out of the french fry bin. I explained to him that I already told them, before I was promoted about the neccessity that I eat every 3-4 hours, because of my hyperinsulinemia. He said that he didn't want to lose me as a manager. I don't want to have to find something new. I'd like to continue and get promoted so i can get that money.

But money isn't going to do me a damn bit of good if I am exhausted.
Going grocery shopping at walmart, pushing the cart all around the store, loading the groceries in the cart, unloading them at the house, just about wore me out. I did my easy work out tape today, and I had difficulty getting through it.

So, I bit the bullet. I asked to be transferred ASAP.

In other news. It looks like I may be moving in with the staffmaker. Sometime around August. That's just about right for me. We both would like for it to be sooner, but there are some things that he still has to take care of, and it gives me time to start planning for a new household.

Okay, it's absolutely gorgeous outside. I'm going to sit on the back porch for a few hours and crochet until I have to get ready for work.

xx

Posted by hawkie at April 5, 2005 01:00 PM