Another day another dollar

Hopefully anyway.  Everyone I work with tells me this time of year sucks for sales, and I have to agree.  But I keep plugging along.  I'm not walking the puppy for a while because I was stoooopid and on a really cold day I didn't stretch enough so when Sam decided to park his ass and we played drag the puppy, I pulled a calf muscle.  It's not healing at all well and is actually swollen (remember me and the not swelling thing?) so I promised M that if it hadn't improved by Monday I'd go see a doc.  I don't enjoy being gimpy.

I ran out of the herb thingies I was taking for da mental pause.  We discovered that they were actually working cause holy hell, what a crab!  Dial-a-hormone was alive and well for about a week.  Yeah.  I'm back on them now.

Everyone is getting along better with Sam now, except the cat.  Sam thinks he's a squeaky toy cause every time he get's anywhere near him, Sam makes him squeak.

Sam's newest thing is retrieving.  Go figure, he's a Labrador retriever right?  One problem, what he's retrieving is our shoes.  Oh well, at least he's not chewing them.

yeah, yeah...

So I was inspired today by 'nilla.  She's a bit pissed off at the world at the moment and I told her it was going around like the flu.  As M and I were wandering through the stores on Saturday I noticed that there was a huge sale on yarn and commented that I don't have time for my needle work anymore.  He said that he noticed I was reading more.  I am, and I know why.  For me reading has always been an escape.  What do I need to escape?  My job.  I hate it, I hate talking to strangers every day.  I hate that it brings out my long overcome stutter.  I hate that I have to do business casual every day.  I hate that I have to deal with the other bitchy lady who does sales in this area.  I'm hiding.  I'm not dealing, I'm not talking, I'm hiding.  My house is filthy (picked up, but...).  My baking has gone neglected, my dogs are filthy and need a haircut.  I seriously need to get over it because I get that actually liking your job is a luxury and one that I can't afford.  I like the pay, I can do it and am fairly good at it.  I love taking care of my house and baking and sewing.  There is more to my life than my job and I need to reconnect, refocus, and get the fuck over it already.  So last night I made a double batch of oatmeal scotchies, and that's what we had for supper :)