Yes, I Wasn’t Here for All of Yesterday

Oh my, back to normalcy again, I suppose.  I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, convincing myself that I was spending my second night back in the house.  Of course, I just got home yesterday so I’ve spent one night here, but I was utterly confused as to why yesterday seemed so incomplete in terms of “home” memories.  I woke up later on for good, and realized I am going soft in the head.

Today, I am working on–scratch that, I worked on, but already finished–a small assignment from my boss that took me about an hour and a half, and it didn’t even require that I remind him that I am, and will forever be at least in terms of this job, car-less.  I haven’t sent back the completed assignment because I really don’t feel like getting into that discussion today, either.  So I’ll probably have a new assignment tomorrow that I can do without having to go into the office, or I’ll be working on my homework and applying to jobs.  I hope it’s the latter.

Other that that, a typical day.  Behold:

–I am considering buying all that is needed for whiskey sours and having one per day.  If no one’s around, I’d be drinking alone, but doesn’t the Lord count?

–My cell phone keeps on ringing, but alas, it’s not recruiters or companies I’m trying to persuade to hire me.  The local Office Max keeps on trying to fax me something.  Um, when I said that I wanted the phone to start ringing?  I didn’t mean the local Office Max.

–I strongly believe one of my work friends is pissed at me.  See, I fibbed yesterday and basically ditched work and got paid for it without taking a vacation day.  (Company, are you reading this?  Fire me!)  Highly unethical, especially for me, but the company has it coming for their utter lack of intelligence.  Given that she cannot do this (she is an in-office employee), she’s been kind of seething about it since last week.  I doubt she’d go as far as to betray my confidence, but I sense that she’s not too happy with me.  Well, whatever.  It’s not like she hasn’t benefited before from a little unscrupulous behavior on her part.  And the weird thing is, I never am really affected by my friends being angry at me.  If my family or my boyfriend get angry with me, I might be angry in return, but I am always hoping for a quick reconciliation.  Friends?  Well, not so much.  Everything’ll be okay, and I’m not wringing my hands over this.

–I’m writing a list, checking it twice.  I have more or less decided what I’m going to give for the holidays, minus the stocking stuffing treats.  I have a list with a few names on them and what they’ll probably get from me.  I, personally, still haven’t decided what I want.  Peace on earth, a new job and a lottery win?  I know, I can’t put that on my Amazon wishlist (unless I ask for The Lottery, Peace on Earth Christmas cards, and a book on job-hunting that will work–notice I didn’t link to the last one because, seriously, if there was a book with a guarantee, I’d have it already, I’d have a new job already, and I’d be passing the book onto my friend who’s mad at me!).  I need to ponder what I want, what I really, really want.

–The Ladies’ Home Journal downstairs boasts that there a cookie recipes inside its pages.  I haven’t looked, and I’m almost afraid to–if properly tempted, I can’t resist making the damn things.  I’ll keep my bah humbug mood, but I might bake if I see those recipes.

–And now I can’t think of anything to write (though I had more thoughts in my head when I started), and my eyelids are suddenly droopy.  Thank goodness for cyclical work loads!