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For Pangea Handmade, a Flickr group pool of people wearing handmade jewelry by the talented and darling AngiePangea. Her jewelry is cute, vintage-inspired and, best of all, affordable. She’s pretty sweet herself. We’ve never met but we’re all kinds of connected on the intertubes. Get some jewelry for yourself at her Etsy store.
Actually they’re dogs. And they’re socks. A long-ago Christmas gift from a faraway grandma. She sent them to me while I was in college and I remember opening the package, seeing these childish things and thinking “What the…..” I believe they lay unworn in my sock drawer for at least a year. But once I slipped on these ridiculous socks, I never looked back. I’ve been wearing them around the house every night for probably eight years now. They’ve covered my feet on countless nervous pacing loops through the dining room, then the kitchen, the computer room, the bedroom, the hall and back to the dining room. They’ve warmed my toes in bed, on the couch, in my office chair and on quick hops to the neighbor’s front porch. The neighbor laughed when he saw them and called them ‘my bear boots.’ The alliteration’s so much catchier than ‘dog socks,’ which is clunky and makes me think of private parts. The plush heads are barely hanging by threads and in the last six months, the socks’ bottoms have become spotted with worn-through holes. These comforting slippers saw a lot of action as I listlessly shuffled around the house for hundreds of unemployed hours. I can feel these old friends tearing apart. Sometimes my pinky toes poke through the holes. But like the puppy heads, I’m hanging onto the last threads.
First there was this. A perfectly nice shot, but I couldn’t use it for P365 ’cause I’m not in it.
So I took this. But they photobombed me.
Which led to this.
And this.
And this.
And this.
Our training class “graduated” today. Tomorrow, the 21 of us are full-time employees let loose on Terminix’s nationwide customer base. We’ll sell termite protection plans until we’re blue in the face. And then we’ll go home and say a eulogy for the little chunk of our short time on earth that we lost that day. Or if we’re awesome, which I hope I am and which I plan to be, then we’ll make tons of money and deposit checks until we’re blue in the face. I had a really hilarious blog post written here about some of the bad math and vocabulary mistakes that people made in class, but I’m not gonna post it. For one, it’s mostly inside jokes that only people from work would get. And for two, I make mistakes all the time and I’d be a jerk to call anyone out on it. Especially on a blog. That people read. And where I recently wrote a very long and painful post about writing “thank your” in a cover letter. So, instead I will say the good things. I consider myself lucky that the group gets along, I’ve made friends, I feel relatively prepared to start real work, and I’ve got solid hopes for advancement. The company is large and in charge, and seems to be one of the only companies not staggering under the recession’s weight. I’m lucky to be there and to have a job at all, and I should remember that every single day.
And for the eighth day in a row, my P365 is of either my computer desk, me at my computer desk, or me and D at a bar. No wonder my hits have plummeted. Although I do love every moment I get to spend with Diana, a crossword and a beer after a hard day’s work, I need to break the mold. And let’s not even talk about what all this pub grub is doing to Project 365’s weight loss portion (Spoiiii-ahhhh-lerrrr!! It’s ruining it). So…. I need to inject some serious originality mojo into the daily photos. I need some ideas. Like, work is an untapped resource. I have yet to take one inside the Terminix building, for instance. And certainly I haven’t taken pictures of any coworkers. Oh, I “graduate” tomorrow from training class. Maybe that’ll make its way onto the blog. We’ll see. Anyone have any suggestions? PS– Oh, by the way, Diana. That St. Augustine clue? It’s “beauty of the SOUL,” not “beauty of the FOUL.” Thank you Google. I feel like a tool. I mean fool. I mean screw crosswords. PPS– I just laughed out loud because I farted and it was high pitched and it scared the cat. PPPS– WHY AM I SINGLE?!?!?! I believe this went viral a few weeks ago, but if you haven’t seen this seatbelt commercial from the Sussex Safer Roads Partnership, you must. It’s a work of art.
This splinter kinda looks like a nasty zit here, but seriously y’all, this thing hurts. I read a bunch of online tips and even resorted to the as-painful-as-it-sounds “dig it out with a needle” method, but no luck. No idea where it came from or when I got it, either. I noticed it when I washed my hands yesterday and the soap stung. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s installment of Gross Close-ups of My Trivial Bodily Problems!, wherein I show you a hangnail!
If you were to look at my photos from the last few days and wonder if I’d spent the majority of my time at my computer desk, you would be right. Sure, there were exceptions. I went to work. I went to Tracks. I went to the bathroom. But mostly? Right here. Right on the other side of your screen. Today I woke up crazily early with a whole day’s to-do list in front of me. How productive I could be! How much I could get done! How many footsteps I could take, crunches I could crunch, aisles I could walk, activities I could activate. But instead I sat down in my black rolling swivel chair with the green and blue throw draped over it and stayed here for basically 15 hours. Oh, I got up to get the mail and cook a solid dinner of salmon and warm lentil salad. But other than that? Yeah, pretty much in this chair. I thought long and hard (way too long, really) about whether to do another computer-themed photo today. I can feel myself getting lazy and bored with the photo project, making it more of a chore and less of a treat. And far too often, I’ve flodged on photos all day until I end up staring at a blank Wordpress post screen at 11:30 p.m. with no photo to show for anything I did. And what happens then? A computer photo. Posting uninspired, repetitive slacker photos isn’t gonna help me fall back in love. Now is it. But I did accomplish a lot today, here on my ass in this blanketed chair. I finished some freelance work. I started some more freelance work. I checked my bank account then had to call the bank and holler at ‘em because they lost a deposit and caused me to overdraw. (Aside: I’ve been with First Tennessee forever and I usually like them, but lately they have made some serious grievous errors. What the hell’s up with FTB?) I collected documents for my mortgage modification application, viewed my pay stubs, checked the status of my tax return, resolved a dispute with Yahoo! Games, got distracted by games and downloaded (and beat!) one, downloaded another, wrote some emails, played some stellar words in Facebook Scrabble and Lexulous (I’m an iPhoneless, Words-With-Friends-less, cellphone Luddite), chatted with a friend in Germany and, now, uploaded a photo and updated my blog. And I had to admit that even if the photo was repetitive, the things it symbolizes were not. And even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I *had* been here all day and if I was gonna document my day, then welp golly, I should mention the computer. Gotta step it up.
Oh HRBlock.com, you are currently my favorite website. Filed my taxes tonight and was surprised to get a refund. With the early cashouts of my pension and IRA, I figured I’d owe. Is that too much personal information? Since when have I ever cared about giving out too much information? The refund is also serendipitously almost the amount of one mortgage payment, so maybe I just bought myself some more time in the house. Or the government paid me back some time, or whatever. I don’t understand money. What’s this green thing in my wallet? (SAY FLAVORED CONDOM, I DARE YOU.) |
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