Bag O' Chips

Did a couple of modifactions on Monkey Candy, playing around with the content a little. CSS only looks intimidating. Also a couple of new posts.

Warsong Gulch - WoW
My Tijuana Flats Experience
Odd News Dump

Dark Meat Be-Gone

Daniel Fletcher has found a way to transform dark meat chicken into white, a scientific advance some purists say has gone too far.

But Fletcher, a University of Georgia poultry science professor, said his other white meat isn't designed to compete with the real thing on restaurant menus or grocery shelves. Instead, it's a filler that can be used to add protein and amino acids to something else, such as chicken nuggets.

The recipe involves adding excess water to ground-up dark meat to create a kind of meat soup, then spinning the mixture around in a tub at high speed. The centrifugal force makes the mixture settle into layers of fat, water, and extracted meat, which can be molded into breast-like patties of all-white meat.

This is gross because it is deceptive. I know when I'm eating sausage or hot dog that I'm conciously making the decision to eat a melange of whatever. But if I've been promised all white meat, or it looks white, I shouldn't have reason to still doubt that it might be concealed dark meat. Which is the unhealthier and tougher of the meats.

I also have issue with meat being treated with acids and enzymes to 'soften' it up. Trace amounts still remain on the meat and can affect people senstive to them. Further in the article it mentions consumer choice... I am disgusted that there is the possiblity that food manufacturers will take advantage of this insisting on 'benefits'. Which is an effort to only confuse the ethics of the matter. Taste good and filling can still be bad for you.

Time is On My Side

Cube Clock

This is the clock of all clocks. You can not only set a different wake up time for every day of the week, set a duration of the snooze button up to thirty minutes... but there is also a NAP button!
Even better, you can disable an individual day's alarm if its a holiday or canceled class because it's set by a rotary dial.

I think this baby is worth $35. Hot hot!

Couldn't Resist

Since my loving husband said sometime he'd make an alt to get me a kitty since we for financial/living related reasons can't get one (incredible pet deposit/adoption fees), I've been going ga ga.

Kitten Pictures!!
I had to click the back button after glancing at #125. Too funny!

Whoah!

CUTE!

Waterlogged

Oooh, hurricane a-coming. Maybe it will cool down a little with the rain. O_o

Anyway, weekly post in Monkey Candy.

I would ordinarily post this in the news section, but it puts a goofy smile on my face ordinarily reserved for kitties.

Gnomes in the U.K.
An At Risk Lawn Asset!

In an apparent breakthrough in a series of mysterious garden raids in Scotland, police in Britain have charged two women after discovering a huge cache of garden gnomes.

You have to read the whole story. They even said they'd try to make sure they were all returned to the right people! I can't imagine resources going into that! Lol!

Advice without Solitude

French Women Don't Get Fat reviewed. Sorry it isn't the most 'broken down' of my reviews, but I was honest.

Good news, the rest of the day so far has pretty much gone by quietly as if I either cannot summon forth any more rage at fate or that it is merely waiting until I am unwary. Aside from a rather pushy shipper and an anxious e-mailer trying to forward an attachement to print, I have been relatively un-hassled. Rejoice.

I am left puzzling how much I want to start introducing Guiliano's tips into my life. It requires brutal honesty but attractively pulls the indepenant stubborness in me to feel good about where I live and how I feel about myself. Most of all though, it will require me to take one firm piece of advice I am rolling about in my head, "Keep dreaming intensely (too many of us stop at this stage), but seize the day as well. How you learn to live now will set the stage for the rest of your life." I need to start drawing again, I cannot bear to think of the rest of my life to only occasionally pick up the pencil. It is depressing to think of being without it. Being able to draw is such a pleasure to fountain my creativity into the reality of paper.

Look for an update in News shortly.

Poke forth from the loam
Dance into the sunshine
and soak up the warm winds
To anticipate the rains
Coming with the night.

Curl your roots about
This hidden trasure trove
of ants, worms, and compost.
Grow richly upon the dust
and be Beautiful.

You are a Blossom
Among the lush leaves,
Create a memory of paradise
That will always exist
Here in the mind's eye.

Purple, Black, and Blue would look good with the Red on you.

It's not quite 11:00 yet and I am about 80% bat gaunao loco at this point.

And I know that our system admin hasn't gotten here yet, the anitvirus hasn't been updated. Plus I know he'd never get here this early, and it was full when I got here. I bet he'll forget to come. Again. And complain when I remind him. I've never seen a man so unwilling to do his job. And a simple one at that I could do, except I'm locked out from doing it.

First off, it's payday so I have to not only be at work at 10 am, I have to go early in the opposite direction to pick up my paycheck. After 20 minutes of traffic and thinking that using the bypass would have been faster I get there. Then I'm told, oh sorry we forgot you normally come to pick up your check (I've only been doing this since Feb.) and bossman has the checks with him and he's at the doctor and won't be here for another 40 minutes. It's almost ten til ten. Right.

Must be nice to be salaried.

They're apparently going to get one of the setup people to drop me off my check. I'll believe it when I see it. They're notorious for not remembering to drop things off here if they don't have a work order.

Needless to say I was enraged on the drive over and let out one bloody scream to let it go. As best as I could.

So I get to work ten minutes late and there is already chaos in the BC. Liz explains the copy job and shows me she typed up the AV for the day and just didn't input it. An invoice had multiple room listings so she put them on seperate papers- no biggie I can redo that. I explain in the future to just put down multiple quantity and list the full room breakouts in the provided line.

She shows me a Radisson invoice. Odd there are normally more than one.
So apparently it's been busy, I grant her that, she's got about 600 or so pages of copyjobs she ran before I got here. Only one hasn't got a signature. I'm unhappy about the two people on the computers she didn't apparently remind to sign in. Small loss, its profitable, but the consumable stuff is more important to keep low shrink. Internet isn't exactly a part of our outgoing revenue. Anyway.

So I'm helping pinheads figure out how to get data attachements off their blackberries and I check the email.. Radisson, let me check those... oh look, there are ten more that she didn't print out. By now I'm starting a list of things to remind her to do and not to do. I already had to tell her about being spot on in the inventory listing when the invoice is specific and about faxing invoices from the BC and AV to the office with the contract listings. Small stuff, but this is starting to be a bit larger as it directly dampens the work flow.

Because next I see when I go to correct an invoice that she typed up with typos is that she didn't save them. This is a two-fold faux pas, one for archival purposes and the other is to send via-email to the hotel accounting department so they can reconcile with my company. The hotel collects the money from the groups/guests and keeps their take then we get ours from them. Makes it less hassle on the guests. This means I get to do all that work over again. Another entry on the list. I'm hungry and I've got all this on my plate, fit to be tied.

BTW If you are a business projessional, and you deal with your computer, your laptop, or someone else's computer and laptop, get a USB flash drive. At least 125MB. This thing will save you so much time and energy when it comes to getting something printed out on the move. You can't always depend on being able to have the internet or that new printer at the meeting place will hook up to that laptop. 95% of all laptops now have a USB connection and can instantly recognize the media. Do yourself, your boss and colleagues, and the staff a favor and get one. They're cheap and durable.

God I hope this means the rest of the day will be easier. I think I can just grin and bear it so long as my check gets to me whole and still in the envelope. I'll be taking my rage out on a game anyway. Hopefully we can do the instance we want to tonight in short order and I can get some PvP in, that was relaxing. At least the upside to the downer of needing to open tomorrow and thus go to bed early tonight is that I get to leave at one pm. Yay. Workweek nearly over.

Alive. Mostly.

Feeling a little blah today after the abrupt weekend. I can't wait til payday and we can put some more variety into the dinners. Vegetables and pasta must have something else with them to remain enjoyable night after night. Made banana bread last night, variation of a recipe of course. Managed to wipe out a lot of our pantry in the process. I think I did myself proud. Wish I could be that talented all the time.

I have lots to say but lack the will here at work to do them today. Just blah. Not a bad day, just one where I feel I could be doing something else. More satisfying. Blah.

Rotten Luck

Rose of Love Ring

Part Nr: 0043400
Click for size availability
RETAIL: $195.00
PRICE: $48.75

How is it the best sales come along when you're broke?


=(

More than I Wanted to Type

I have no plans today to post my review of Fires of Heaven. Tough, eh? But I've kept up so far with detailing my returned adventures in Azeroth. Links forth coming. I'm trying not to overdo myself today as my shoulder joints are aching rather persistently.

News: Soda, Cards, and Fatty Food
Warcraft: Ragefire

Now and then I get over excited with my words. I have a bad habit of making my own pronunciations- I can clearly recall back in second or third grade trying to say Catholic and Chesapeake. I grew up in a VERY rural community, mostly full of Baptists and Methodists with a few other congregations. I wasn't familiar with Catholicism. So I somehow came up with it sounding like "Cath-ol-ick". I came up with "cheapskate" next, which I can only figure came about as me speed reading to the point of crippling my comprehension. My parents after they stopped laughing warned me to never visit the northeast regions or I would be, eh, well, they said bad things would happen.

More often than not, I learned most of my more syllable heavy words through context rather than the dictionary. So as a result, sometimes I have been known to fudge a couple words meanings. Luckily, my husband has been able to correct me for the greater part. I know it amuses him.

I did spell check this entry, and my one mistake was that I made persistent have an "a". I never did win any spelling bees, but at least I've improved over time. Mostly with the use of thesaurus and the common sense not to abuse a reader into too many pages of verbage. Many thanks to Ms. MG and Ms. Greenfield to discouraging bombastic tendencies rivaling Tycho of Penny Arcade and encouraging useful word devices that have rhythm and flow. They suggested saving my adjectives and fragments for poetry. It works much better in a 'creative' format.

On that note- an interesting website with a web-style graphical thesaurus. Be warned, you only get a couple of free searches. Its not the most useful tool for finding that one word that is like another, but it would be an interesting teaching tool or amusement.

I need to get to the library and return Harry Potter and pick up French Women Dont' Get Fat.

Disgusted

Blogger is normally full of people talking about life or advertising lots of useless links. I sometimes when done blogging will see what the next blog to mine is on any one day. A few pages later I'm treated to the animation of a guy jerking onto the face of a Barbie doll. Lovely. I feel like I need to have my blood cleaned and my skin changed out. Its not "See another guy's dick" kind of day for me. Ugh. And I refuse to post the link here, those people interested in such trash can easily hunt it up themselves.

Poetry with a Side of Update

Technology and Humans are odd combinations. But it makes a good title for a related news blag, er, blog. Also have an update of my progress on Moonrunner shortly.

We finally after 13 months of marriage have started the process of changing my name. I've felt so guilty. He even stood with me the whole hour in line we were at the Social Security office. I'm not looking forward to going to the DMV or getting all my credit cards changed. I hate waiting for things to come in the mail. Wondering if it got stolen, lost or altered.

And besides, its not like my first and last names are common, so you have to go through a drawn out process of spell checking with another person who normally can't hear you well. Loverly. I'm excited though to finally be signing with my married name. I had to stand and think about it for the first time when I almost wrote my maiden. Funny.

Hold no thing back,
Time only gives us little chance to live.
Love is all we're here for,
It all is how much you can give.
Unable to turn things back
We learn to savor life.

A Round for Me

Updates all around, w00t. A book review, the long news post, and even an MMO update. What more do you want? You want more? Greedy...

Wear your PWNED™ wristband to show support for people living with video game dominance deficiency disorder. You don't understand? Scott Kurtz will tell you the joke.

More importantly, I'd like to focus on this. If anything, taking the two minutes of your day to do this is possible more vital than CPR or the heimlich maneuver. In Case of Emergency put an ICE entry in your cell phone address book of a loved one that will know vital medical information if you are unresponsive and can contact other members of your friends and family in an emergency. British paramedics have been pushing this to get around since all the subway bombings have been throwing a lot of people in harm's way.

Deceiving Appearances and Blueberry Muffins

I'm not very fond of today so far. Have to get so much done, and people here at work are giving me static about little crap. "Can you move your car even though you're only here a few hours. Employees have stickers and park at the top." There isn't room at the top or around the tennis courts around midday so I was just going to park near the hotel where there is convenient parking.

But on that note, where is my stinking sticker?? I'm supposed to comply with rules that don't apply to me and they can't even deign to give me the sticker? I want a refund. Gyp crass sandflea snide cheapskates.

Can't wait to jet out of here at one.

Typed up my review of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I would type up the Fires of Heaven review as well, but now and then I get a pin-and-needle sensation when I type with my left hand if I don't hold it five inches above my midsection. So I'm typing on top of the desk today instead of in the tray. The ergonomics here suck.

I hope I don't get more crap today when I get home. Have to deal with the leasing office mostly and I'm not looking forward to that at all. I just want to watch a movie and do more leveling on my druid. That's not too much to ask is it?

Depending, I may make a news post as well. So watch for an update here sometime.

Camera Resource Central

Camera Resource Central

What Commercial crap is this?? Crap!

Dull semi-PMS job-junk

A little bummed about my job. Mostly my own fault for dreaming up that such a small place could use me the way I wish they would. But then if you don't tell the guy how you like it, you shouldn't be surprised when he doesn't make your toes twich is how I'm taking it.

Unfortunately I've somehow pegged myself among people that are mostly my seniors as opposed to being peers- staging myself up at a disadvantage. I suppose there is still plenty of time to coax them in the right place before I get too aggravated and simply jump to something that has more clearly outlined room to grow.

My biggest problem is that I haven't wanted to go up to the boss-man and simply state, "Look, I am kind of getting tired of sitting here at ten bucks and not getting anywhere when I'm a really smart cookie. I don't mean to put us both on edge and give each other palpations, and I'd really love to keep this job, but I don't feel that you're helping me help you out."

I want a career, not just money. I like paying bills, and I'd like a home someday. I love my husband and to draw and play video games. Other stuff comes in to play, but it's small in comparison. These are the things I love to do and are my first priority. Unfortunately, things come in the way of that, mainly money and time obscurely being connected to a paycheck. I only put career in the mix because I've already bought a degree. I'm trying to make that work for me. I was hoping that's what would happen here at this job.

I'm pretty sure they can think of reasons not to immediately put me in, but I need to take responsiblity for this and it might get me there. Its hard reconciling which kind of pushy equals the kind that won't get you anywhere, the kind that gets you fired, and the kind that people see as being initiative and all that good schmazz. Also when your bosses actually take a physical hand to off-site jobs and functions it makes it hard to talk to them when they're trying to make a show happen.

Either way, I finally am sick of hearing people say they'll discuss me when or where- and it not happening. Its relieving to just not care so one can have the ease of getting on with their life. I'll either get in the office or I'll find a better paying job.

I wish I could get in touch with Amy Owenby, I see the announcement on Classmates that she got married to a Jeremy Joiner. I refuse to pay a website money just because they are jerks and want to dictate acess to old pal's numbers and emails because you fell out of touch for a bit. Ransom. Bite me. If Hugh Macleod can find someone, I can too. Whitepages dot com sucks. I wish I had just stayed home today.

$550 or My Job Today

I'm pleased to say that I have finished the Fires of Heaven as of two days ago, and also finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I have also written up my thoughts on both books, but I hesitate to call them full reviews. Whatever. I was rather surprised how well they played off of each other by reading these two books back to back. They were both developmental books. Rather than introducing a lot of new places and characters as the main focus, it was fleshing out what was already present. Obviously for Harry Potter, in anticipation of the finale, and for the Wheel of Time, simply to wrap up some loose ends before unfolding yet more story.

But I must be literal.. I wrote them as in when I have time to type out all I penned will it be up in the book review section. I apologize for not going ahead and typing it in the first place, but sometimes my hand is the only think able to keep with the randomly charging and walking pace of my thoughts. Typing is spectacularly linear in that regard, and can sometimes stumble creativity. I'd scan it all in for you, but this is perhaps the most crabbed and scattered note pages I've done in a while. This is saying a lot for those of you who have seen the explanation of DCU's and DChU's. Believe me, I'm sparing you much agony and pain.

Let's play psychologist. Picture Association.
This is equal to or lesser than this.
Shocked? Yes.
Guess where I had the second one.
In the floor of my workplace for two hours.
Until she came back for it "Did I leave my purse here?" as calmly, mind, as if asking about a nail file rather than something that could purchase a couch or represents most people's monthly car payments.
She called me an honest soul.
Is that rich-speak for sucker? 'Cause there were two digital cameras in there. I was glad to see the stupid thing gone. I wouldn't have wanted to think of it staying here or having to hope someone else was reliable enough around here to not hawk off italian purses. I need out of this place.

I Couldn't Resist

Picture 1
Picture 2
I hope these guys find good homes, they look like they are part Russian Blue. I'd guess siblings.

Do like Bob Barker says folks, spay or neuter. Less animals will end up suffering because of us, and there will be homes for the ones that need them. Too many counties become kill-shelters because of overcrowding, and foster homes can only hold so many at their own expense.

Highlights and Post-Its

Funny item: SPAY YOUR CATGIRLS poster from Something Positive. Make it a part of your culture.

Secondly, I'm on the verge of finishing Fires of Heaven. I know, cue some celestial music eh? My hubby assures me this is the biggest book Jordan wrote. I believe him. I hesitate to say a review will be up at any specific date. But you get the idea.

Thirdly, I need to put Phonebooth, School Ties, and Young Guns in the que for Monkey Candy. I make no promises there, but I have more than enough drafts of movie titles to remind me of what needs doing.

Forth, I picked up my copy of Half Blood Prince from the library (finally). I'll start it tonight. I wish I had already brought it with me.

Fifth, I have a cake job but the pay and slow advancement is driving me nuts. So are the guest that are expecting me to babysit them and send off alarms whenever they rack up any charges. Would you expect a bartender to tell you, hey you've bought over twenty dollars worth of booze, you wanna stop now? Hello? Someone think this is conducive to business? DON'T DYE YOUR HAIR, IT KILLS BRAIN CELLS. Yes I'm ranting about a guest that wanted me to let them know when they had spent their 'free' time on the internet. No I didn't, she got out on her own- but please, like I would drive off money that way.

I'm sure I should say more, but I am feeling too sluggish to be witty right now.

Sad Things

Most a probably aware, but Peter Jennings has passed away only four months after announcing he had lung cancer. He was a respectable man that America as a whole would stop and listen to with respect. He came to the job at ABC after having spent his time as a journalist and a father. ABC's entire front page is splashed with his photo, one of the big three brothers that have spoken to us every night. No one can take his place.

Squirrels

No, I don't particularly like squirrels. I find them annoying, clever, but stupid when faced with choosing a direction, and thieving. And they make a lot of chattering noises.

Imagine my alarm when I find places with instruction on keeping a squirrel as a pet. I can only imagine such purpose is for torture much like in the Salton Sea when the bits of Val Kilmer are nearly nibbled off by a badger. I wonder what a squirrel would look like in a ferret ball. I wouldn't want to give these critters the chance to have free run of the house.
Baby squirrels
Squirrel care

The sites mention that many states make it illegal to have squirrels as pets. I'm currently researching this as I type.

Florida Wildlife website

Some common and innocuous species of wildlife have been exempted from permit requirements for personal use (i.e., parrots, parakeets, squirrels, non-venomous snakes, turtles, and rabbits), but possessors must still comply with caging and humane requirements.

Apparently as of the revised memo from July 3 of 2005, no permit is required to keep a squirrel for personal use. Apparently they are not Class I, II, or III which are required regulation.

All wildlife kept in this manner must have clean drinking water daily, food of type and quantity that meets the species requirements, daily removal of waste and cleaning of enclosures (recommended to exceed 7x7x14 for squirrels).

Of course they can come in at any time and seize any and all animals, blah blah blah. Exhibition or sale of animals is not covered here, do that research yourself I'm not interested.

I am interested in squirrels for a personal project. Nothing harmful. I promise.

Explain to Me

Why would you leave a voice mail for you to be contacted immediately at your room with no further details. And then have the call immediately be picked up by the answering service? Dorks. I don't like talking to people that impatient.
Update in http://lfg-pst.blogspot.com/
Love it, love me, because I'm enabling commenting now. Because I'm pretty sure no one will use it, and I'm sure I probably know better than to look at what they write about me. Pretty clever idea, no?

Its better than blind dates.

Warning: Gripes and Flashbacks

I had it happen for the first time today in almost seven months.

I had a flashback to my days at Wal-Mart. They weren't so long ago, and not all the memories were bad ones with a few occasional graces and perks thrown in to make it livable if not entirely bearable. But for those who do not remember, for about six months I worked WalMart customer service in northside of Jacksonville, Fl. I followed things well enough to the book to not get fired and to keep management happy with how 'efficently' I processed returns.

I'll bring up my point now before I go too far off track.

My husband was here this morning when I had a voicemail from a nearly stuttering guy who was telling me to let him know when he got a fax in. I had the fax. But I had two issues. I was being treated matter-of-factly by a guy I had never met that I was his secretary to upkeep his faxes. The operator receives faxes all hours of the day and has them delivered to rooms. The BC (Business Center) is only open 11 hours a day. We don't deliver. Second problem. He didn't leave a room number and his phone number was missing two digits. I deleted the voicemail, figuring they always call back. He did six hours later. Yes, come get your stupid fax.

In short, its accompanied shortly by an 86 page fax that needs initials on each page. I'm annoyed. Its a small fax machine. Its slow. And I'm eating lunch, it being one o'clock. We go from it will be faxed back to we're fedexing it back to we're faxing again. I'm more irritated, but still outwardly calm. Polite to the stupid rich people. He was renting out a house, not a room. A HOUSE. A room is $300 at least a night. I explain the prices. I've never been a stutterer. $5.00 for 1st page and every following is $2.00. He's faxing it all back. I'm a little stunned. I just told him how much money that would be. Who takes it like that? He must be rolling in the money.

I send the fax and draw up invoice. $200.00. He says it isn't right, that I said $.25 for additional pages. I feel the blood pressure rise, get lightheaded, and about pass out. I'm past irritated and into I-hate-you land.

I express maybe he overheard someone asking about laser prints from the printer. No no. I get the feeling. I don't do this. This is not something I would normally screw up on. I'm suspicious. and getting quite angry. Still outwardly calm, but there is a little edge on my voice when I offer to cancel the fax and do a fedex instead since that was the deciding vote. He considers and says no he's already decided and asks for a supervisor. I call the office, and they clear the $.25.

I know the logic, better a customer in the right and paying than not paying- it being all profit. Except for my salary in some ways. I correct the invoice. $21.00. He expresses how happy that I complied and bent over and blah blah.

I recognize the attitude and spiel.

From Wal-Mart when a customer makes a huge scene that comes down to he-said-she-said. The management kicks it out if its really outrageous, but if its not, approve it and get on with it. That look on the customer's face... "I pulled one over on you and got away with it and you're taking it so well with a smile on your face after you shake my hand." He had that look. Now I know how he got the money.

I'm a sore loser. This is my twenty minutes of raging spleen. Rage. Red rage.

I wish sand fleas to infest his beachside rental house tonight. Its raining, so I can hope. That makes me smile. Go back to Texas butthole.

One Last Kiss..

UPDATES:

Couple of items only in my news.
Monkey Candy show me being a freak and seeing how many of our DVDs I can list off hand. I realize that this is abnomal behavior. Whatever. Very long.
Um, also have about twenty reviews que'd in this section, just whenever I get around to them y'know. I'm going to go read now, it's raining.

Edit: Dang, more people came in despite the rain, so I snuck in another news update.

Old Movies

My mom will be so happy to see this... Rogers & Astaire Box Set. They've been on VHS for so long. It has a couple of my favorites, Swing Time and Top Hat. Sorry to be so sentimental, but these are precious to me like the old Road movies with Bob Hope, Dorothy Lamour, and Bing Crosby.

I'm a SAP now stop making fun of me.

Blather blah bubbles

I'm sure I don't have any real excuse for not updating. I'll give you a breakdown of the week.

Monday, drop husband off at new job, resulting time before work is spent at main office and evaluating a 3D project I made. Go to the business center to work and I am literally working all day on invoices. Pick up husband, go home. Do housework and watch a movie. I think we watched At First Sight. I can't recall clearly.

Tuesday, drop husband off at work, go to the office just before going to the business center for some reason I don't remember. I remember I was talking to Tom, that's all. Go to work, I'm pretty sure there were more invoices... I have a blank. Pick up husband. Went home, watch another movie (Forever Young), fix dinner, more housework.

Wednesday, drop husband off at work, except today went to wal-mart to pick up a couple things and get money orders for bills. Went home for a bit to do more cleaning and put bills in the mail before work. First day of training part-timer... no spare time. Pick up husband. Fix dinner. I may have mixed up Tuesday with Wednesday. I'm pretty sure we dropped out an hour earlier than normal for bed though.

Thursday, drop off husband at work, went home to do more housework, go to work, more training the part-timer. Pick up husband, wash dishes, eventually fix dinner, made cinnamon rolls, went to bed early. Was a little restless.

Friday, brought husband to work today, trained part timer some more, left her by herself while I took husband to work, came back. Had her doing more invoices and faxing. She's left now. I'm tired, and I want to read. I need to do lots more laundry.

I hope people leave me alone tomorrow. Wish I didn't have to come in. Oh well. At least next week I don't have to come in early until Thursday, wish it wasn't that day, its the day that my husband has to start taking calls at his job that he doesn't like and is sticking to because of me. If we were better off I'd tell him to forget it. I don't think I like being the reason someone is miserable at all. Miserable is probably too strong of a word, more dislike from what he tells me- but that's not much better. I hope it gets better once he's out of training, if not, I guess we'll have to keep looking. I couldn't stand myself to put him through more pain than I already have been responsible for. Its not fair.

I wish we had the same jobs. Maybe it would be more bearable. Who would take a husband and wife for the same jobs in the company anyway?