So, remember how I was all “I just have to make it through this month at work”? Well, I didn’t. Background story:
Actually, screw the background story. The reasons are legion, but suffice it to say that things became intolerable there. I had been looking for another job for a while, and had a couple good interviews, so when things reached critical mass last weekend, I quit. And now I’m holding out for a job that I really want, but I hate waiting. I feel both proud-I put up with a LOT of shit at my old job-for finally standing up for myself and terrified-being unemployed after over a decade sucks.
Pity my husband, is what I’m saying. He’s had to deal with a lot of mood swings. Last night he brought me home Cheetos (my comfort food, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried into a bowl of Cheetos in my life) and caramel swirl brownies with chocolate frosting. The man was not fucking around. And I did feel better. I’ve been trying to finish old projects that are laying around, like this:
I also started on a cupcake scarf from Twinkie Chan’s book. But today I’m going to work on my 30 Days of Lists stuff-I’m stuck on what kind of book to make, because I seem to be in a rut on scrapbooking. So I’m determined to break out of the rut. Maybe I’ll get really crazy and re-organize my crafty space, see what I have for supplies (a ton, I buy supplies for a project, get busy and put it off or leave it half assed-the body of that ninja has been hanging around since last Christmas waiting for the embellishments to be put on) and either finish the projects or figure out new uses. I need a kick start to get off my ass and get all the things that have been on my to-do list finally crossed off instead of surfing the internet on the couch. Maybe change my mindset a little.