a walking blog.

today was a running around day.

the kroger up the street from us is closing (only to reopen as a new kroger RIGHT NEXT DOOR), so all sorts of perishable food-ness was on sale.  we got a lot of good stuff, was pretty excited.  decided to whip up an awesome chicken parmesan, cuz i'm cool like that.

but one of the things we actually needed to get today was a mop.  mops at kroger are obscenely expensive.  i refuse to pay eight dollars for something i'm gonna rub around on my dirty kitchen floor.

since i've been trying to get my 30 minutes of exercise a day in, i decided instead of walking on the boring treadmill that i'd go out into the beautiful sunshine-y day and walk to the dollar store to pick up a cheaper mop.  and it was amazing.  the walk was great, it was the same feeling and resistance of the hills was my incline.  it took almost fifteen minutes to get there, fifteen back.  that made my thirty.  i rewarded my awesomeness at the dollar store with some socks that matched (i was wearing visibly mismatched socks, it made me sad because my shoes were really cute and my socks were ruining it) and a diet mountain dew supernova (which is delicious, btw).

so i'm walking back and mandy calls.  i talk to her for the rest of the way to the house, i was only about five minutes away.  get to the door, sit the phone down, put the key in the lock, turn the knob. . .

it doesn't open.

maybe i have the wrong key.  i put in the other key, turn the knob. . .nothing.

i do this several times, and the key that should be the right key is behaving the same way the wrong key (the key to my parents house) worked.  meaning that it didn't work at all and that turning it just made the lock mock me.

i look at the house.  i know i may have really bad eyesight, but i am one hundred percent sure that this is* my house*, so i don't understand why the key to my house is not opening the door to my house.

i call chris.  chris calls his dad.  chris's dad picks up his key from him at walmart and brings it to me so i can get inside.

i wait outside about 20 or more minutes.  just me, my mop, my diet mountain dew supernova and a very angry damien (phil's cat) who really wanted inside and couldn't understand why i wasn't letting him in.

i can only assume that my key is just defective and i'm going to have to get a new one.  but i will be sure to test the new one before wandering around in the real world.

sigh.

it was very sad, to say the least.  but at least i was greeted by my doctor, who was also probably wondering why he could hear my outside being pissed but wasn't coming in.

sigh again.

anyway, after all that i made an awesome chicken parmesan for dinner.  penne, sauce, mozzerella cheese and frozen giant chicken things.  4 servings, 11 pts.  i'm getting good at this 'making food' thing.

a picture of me matching my blog!  i'm so cool and not still
pissed off at my key.

peace.

a *sigh* blog.

we'll start this blog with awesomeness.

just had an awesome three-ish days with my dude, even if i had to work two of them.  did a lot of cuddly things, crafty things, shopping things, gaming things and generally hanging out with my husband-to-be kind of things.  it was totally awesome, and yes, i will  keep saying awesome because you just can't have too much awesome.

in other awesome news, my mixed media glass is going pretty well, except for the fact that i'm already tired of drawing tea sets but still has several more tea set drawings looming on the horizon.

i mean, for realsies?  do i need this many
tea sets to choose from?

i'm going to be picking thumbnails from this sheet to use for the rest of this class.  one week down, four and a half more to go.  sigh!  i'm guessing if we continue at three a week i have nine more plus a final.  sigh again.  D:

but now to the real sigh part of my blog.

i'm feeling very torn about my job.  and here's the reason.  i fucking love this job.  i love it.  i do.  the problem here is this:  the manager that hired me was training me to be a key holder so that i could help them out with closing some nights.  the manager that hired me is gone.  i think she transfered to another store, but i'm not sure.  and no more of this training has gone on since she left, so i figure it's not gonna happen now.  and since it's not gonna happen, i've been off about four days a week.  i actually have the next *five* days off this week.

but what i'm really afraid of is this:  the manager that hired me promised to keep me after the holidays as a regular part timer.  i don't think the new manager we get will necessarily have to live up to that.  especially considering now that the holidays are over, this store is *dead*.  i spend a lot of time reading the books in the store because there is nothing going on.  even when the store is full, people just aren't buying anything.  so part of me is afraid that when we do get a new manager i may not even be able to keep my job.

this really sucks for somebody who just got engaged, is trying to move out and also tentatively planning a wedding.

i wonder if all my papa john's phone answering experience would get me points toward a secretarial job.  i can't keep taking these part time retail jobs that make promises to me that they can't keep.  i've taken lots of courses on the most commonly used computer programs, i can make a spread sheet, i can type pretty fast (and with correct capital letters, contrary to the look of my blog), i can answer phones. . .that sounds secretary-ish to me.  anyway, i'm gonna get a resume together and those are the jobs i'm going to apply for.  hopefully that will go well.

oh well.  we'll just have to see.  i'm off now to call my dude and then try to crochet a hat.

peace.