Senior staff

Yesterday I learned that I am now considered an "Experienced" person at work. (On three-person assessment teams, one has to be "experienced.") That's kind of funny that I've been there for a year and am considered senior staff. But I suppose that speaks to the amount of turnover we have at my job. It's also weird that I didn't realize how much I /did/ know (I usually focus on how there's so much stuff that I don't know at my job) until we got four new people and started remembering what it felt like to start out. So I felt pretty good about that.

Yesterday evening was a wash from the get-go because Jen's friend, Jackie, was supposed to hang out with us but she had some kind of emergency. I should have just called it a wash and settled into some sort of comfy routine at home with My Jennifer, but I was foolish enough to try to pull something together. I knew this hermit lifestyle Jen and I have had going on was good for something. After spontaneous plans with Jeff fell through due to unforeseen circumstances, I proceeded to ruin a perfectly good friendship over the telephone. Go me.

This morning is a ridiculously early one for a rainy Saturday, as I'm headed down to RI to take pictures of my father's truck before it starts pouring and meet with a train collector. Jen, recently violated by theft, is convinced that he is going to try to kill me in the empty apartment. So I suppose if you never see another post from me, she was right. Somewhere in the middle of today I'm going to try to waltz out to another part of Woonsocket because my high school friend's husband is throwing her a surprise 30th birthday party. It all depends on how late the train dude stays and whether or not I have my Party Pants on. I will then embark on another fun-filled day of cataloguing and sorting.

In good news, today is lemur68's happy birthday, and Kristina, Chris and the girls are going to get to move into the horse farm. I was just about to write something ridiculously emo like, "At least the sun in shining for some people, if not for me," so I suppose that means I really need to stop writing ASAP.

Namaste.

Local folks:

Hey, does anyone have a garment bag (is that what you call it? the kind of luggage for dressy clothes that you can hang up?) that we can borrow in two weeks to go to Ohio for a wedding? I will give you a great big kiss!

Sometimes you just gotta love 'em

My grandparents are so wacky with their selective memories. No matter how many times I tell them certain things, it just doesn't sink in. But they try so hard!

Today I was in RI doing stuff and at about 4:00 I went to my grandparents' house to bring them something. My grandfather asked me to stay until 5:00 (dinner is at 5 on the dot, they're old) because he was going to make me a special treat for dinner.

Hamburgers.

So I tried my best to smile and seem gracious and all of that, even though I don't eat red meat and avoid it at pretty much all cost, and have since I was 17. And then my grandfather says, with the biggest smile ever, "Actually, for you, baconburgers."

It would be even cuter if my stomach didn't hurt so dang much after. ;)