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Yesterday, a really irritating thing happened at work, negating roughly a third of the time I overworked this week; technically, I shouldn't be here today, and I'm over my maximum hours for this pay period, but Massive Project[tm] needs a QC guru, and I'm it. Today I get a co-worker up to speed on this, since she'll be doing a lot of it next week while I'm gone.

By the way, I will be incommunicado next week; we're down at the farm getting ready for the Gardiner's event, and it will be awesome with awesomesauce, since we haven't had an event at the farm for two(?) years, as the house building tore up a lot of the land. However, this means no posts; have fun reading my back issues while I'm gone; there's some good stuff from the early days that I haven't tagged yet, so play in my archives.

Or not. Anyway.

So, to cheer myself up yesterday, I went and bought stuff for the house. I also ended up buying a really nice sweater coat/cardigan (with hood) in a larger size so I can leave it at the farm and bum around in it there, while keeping the more fitted-to-me size up here so I can wear it to work.

Yes, I know - I need to stop spending quite so much money, but I have a little extra in the budget thanks to a birthday present last year from my mother, and I have a house to slowly partially furnish. Yesterday, I picked up a nice lamp for the piano (that part of the room is rather dark, and it's hard to read music when you're squinting), and a couple of rather nice ClosetMaid cubes in cherry to hold the sheet music so it isn't sitting in a cardboard box on the floor. It's also to replace the little cubby stand the lamp is sitting on, because that cubby will be moved to the guest bedroom to become the second nightstand once the bed is put together.

Exciting, I know.

Speaking of shopping, Broadway nails has come out with a petite line of false nails (the brand I wear), and I am rocking them - they're less "manicure-y" than the longer ones, which means I can wear them for more period events (like the one we'll be doing in a week), and Jamestown (I don't take my nails off except to change them, since I keep my real nails cut very short, and can't function without some nail. My nail beds are fine, and the false nails have a lower risk of fungus and are thinner than acrylics).

The number of people that comment on how nice my manicure is at Jamestown is getting a bit silly, so I'm happier to have slightly shorter nails. Plus, I have tiny hands, and tiny nails, and the petite version fits better. Catherine Grace can attest to the mutant shortness of my little fingers, especially.

Oh, look - nails. Scintillating conversation, I know. Still, I'm going to rabbit on, because I'm still in a bad mood, and this makes me feel better. It's just a bunch of little things, nothing big.

Like the fact that my skirt is wrinkled, I couldn't get my hair to do what I wanted this morning, and I feel ugly. And fat. And short. Normally, I have an okay body image, but I'm feeling like a squat little tractor this morning, and it's annoying. I forgot to lay out what I wanted to wear last night, and if I haven't decided what to wear the night before, it throws me off in the mornings. I grab weird combinations of clothes, pull on and tear off tops, and change skirts three times, making me a bit late out the door, and even 5 minutes makes an odd difference in the level of traffic.

Stupid little things, but it's amazing how when you start off bad, all the things that would normally be no issue become just the last damn straw. Wrinkled skirts, bad hair, red lights, slow drivers, the guy in front of me at the gate who didn't have a clue and kept asking the guard where to go - no big deal, until a bad day comes along, and it all makes you want to kill something.

So I write it all out here, bore the pants off all of you, and make you all go "why did I even bother to read that?", and I feel better, having handed my mild irritation off to you lot.  *evil* 

Still short and squat, but better. Now to murder some work. *cracks short little knuckles*
 
 

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cathgrace
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:36 am (UTC)
it's true, you're a freak. ; p
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:45 am (UTC)
I am. :)
victoriapringle
Oct. 10th, 2008 12:16 pm (UTC)
What are you looking for in the way of stuff for the house? My Mother needs to get rid of stuff in the worst kind of way but has an amazing collection of stuff. Like a lovely potbellied stove that is in need of only minor clean up or a kitchen style wood/gas stove that is in lovely shape. If you are more into more modern lines I have stuff I'm looking to get rid of but I'm not in your area where as my mother is.
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC)
Actually, it's mostly furnished; I'm buying frames for artwork and small extras for the guest bedroom and such, since eventually all our furniture from the apartment will move down there.

(that day might be a little further off right now, but I know things will turn out okay.)

But thank you. :)
chargirlgenius
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:04 pm (UTC)
A tractor? Boys LOVE tractors, and tractors are cool. Come visit the tractor pull this weekend, and feel REALLY cool.

(I had a dream last night that I had huge jowls because I’d mysteriously gained 75 lbs, and had to stand in for an Alaskan princess in an alien space ship, and… yeah. Not a good morning.)
isenglass
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:12 pm (UTC)
I think we had the exact same morning. I'm wearing a frumpy, wrinkled skirt from my fat-girl collection and have bizarrely short fingers with big, square palms. My hair is huge because it's not raining, but there's something hitting the windshield.

The only thing that is getting me through this morning is my elastic headband and the fact that Rachmaninov was the first thing that came on the iPod this morning.
heatermcca
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:24 pm (UTC)
I'm right with you on the short hands thing. My hands are actually too small to play a full-sized violin. I can't reach a proper fifth in home position without doing a half-shift.

I absolutely do NOT have the hands for guitar. Wow. Ever so much shorter than they need to be.
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
I learned to play the "moonlight Sonata" when I was 11, and my hands are still too small to play it properly - I have to grace-note in a couple of places (I haven't actually played it for years).

It doesn't stop me from playing piano, I just do it in a way to make my piano teacher roll over in her grave (I actually hope she's not dead - she emigrated to New Zealand).
heatermcca
Oct. 10th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
Yeah, my reach on a piano is a comfortable octave, or a ninth if I nail one finger in place.

Mind you, not that I've played in a long while.
mistressrhi
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:33 pm (UTC)
I think it's in the air. I have all those same "symptoms", plus I feel bloated too.

Maybe we all just need a good laxative. ;-)
snailstichr
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:37 pm (UTC)
I kid you not - I have a friend who has a tractor outfit she wears for Halloween. You step into it on like hip waders, pull some strings (like a life vest), it inflates and you look like you are riding a tractor. It is bizarre (and I've never asked her how she goes to the bathroom). I'm afraid to ask her where she got it - or, more important, why she got it...
In the grand scheme of like, looking like a tractor is worse than merely feeling like a tractor.
hugh_mannity
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC)
I have solved the what to wear for work thing. I can't put my clothes out the night before unless I want to wear cat fur.

I wear black: Black dress pants, black dress shirt. Then I grab a tie at random -- because they all go with black -- put on my black and green cool boots, a black belt and my black leather jacket and I'm done. Well, there's underwear and socks under all that, but that's not a choice so much as grab at random out of the drawer, it's clean, it's good.
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:34 pm (UTC)
See, I wear all black too, most of the time (I have a couple of colour shirts), but there are so many more options for girls - do I wear pants or a skirt? (Ususally a skirt.) Do I go short or long with the skirt? Do I want the one that buttons up the front, or zips on the side? Tight, or loose? And God help me, what shoes do I wear with it???

:)
luciab
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:30 pm (UTC)
I totally know what you mean about picking out clothes in the morning. Except I didn't try lots of things on, I just stood there in a stupor, staring at the stuff hanging on the rack, trying to imagine what I might wear. Then I'd pull something out, put it on, and remember why I couldn't wear it-- too small, button missing, whatever. I didn't have to actually lay it out the night before but I had to figure it out ahead of time when I had a functioning brain.
lifeofglamour
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:46 pm (UTC)
I grab weird combinations of clothes, pull on and tear off tops, and change skirts three times,

What, that's not normal?
There may be some merit to your "laying out clothes the night before" scheme...Fascinating. (insert spock eyebrow) I'll have to look into it.
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:38 pm (UTC)
Only works if you don't have a cat, apparently. (see above)

When I have "fat" days (completely unreflected by the scale), all my tight skirts somehow look horrific on me, even if they looked great two days before. Shirts wrinkle and pinch in weird places, and nothing seems to feel right.

Thank God for pretty shoes, eh? I'm wearing a great pair of black peep-toe strappy 3" pumps with a little button at the edge of the strap. A friend says I walk like a model in them, and the extra height doesn't hurt. :)
lifeofglamour
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
I hear ya - "fat" days make the best outfits look pudgy and bulgy. Bleh.
Shoes, though...shoes never fail us!
hsifeng
Oct. 10th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
I got up this morning to realize that the hubby had neglected to take the trash out to the curb last night, so I got it done at 5:30 AM instead of doing the dishes from dinner...which really needed to be done.

So next I did dishes.

I do this while playing fetch with my dog. I know, it's weird. Long story short - the kitchen sink is near the back door and he bring the toy all the way in to me...*grin* Good dog!

Anywho, on the 'very-last-toss-because-mommy-really-needs-to-get-ready-for-work-now' his toy went *somewhere* in the yard that he couldn't get to it. He's an Australian Shepard mix, not getting his toy means he goes into psycho herding mode and CANNOT leave the yard until he finds it.

At that moment, I figured the rest of today was going to be screwed.

So far, I have been proven wrong.

Then again, typing with my fingers crossed is hard work!

*grin*
attack_laurel
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:40 pm (UTC)
My day has improved - the wrinkles fell out of my skirt (moist morning air), and the work pass went smoothly.

I hope everyone's day improves.
hsifeng
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:49 pm (UTC)
So far the day at the office is fine and dandy. I am uncrossing my fingers now in the hopes that nothing falls out of the sky as a result.

Because I am important like that; An integral part of the center of the universe.

Really…
pinkleader
Oct. 10th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
I'll agree that you are short, but the rest is bullsh!t, :)

Cool news on the petite nails.
See ya at the farm!
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