The day started off with the most incredible storms... at one point I asked myself whether I was in the middle of a hurricane... the winds were incredible... the debris flying around was amazing... and the amount of rain that was coming down in sheets was.... amazing. The Element got a good "power wash" on the passenger side near home, and got another good "power wash" on the drivers side a little closer to work.
The day itself was pretty unremarkable... nothing to write home about... I am, however, listening more and more to co-workers stressing themselves out to the point of tears, and I'm resigning myself to the fact that I work in a hell hole and that I can't let it get to me that bad. They SAY things will get better at work, but when you're in a job that's just not a good "fit", there's no making it better... it's just a matter of time till another, more suitable position comes along. I do wish, however, that I could create a position in the Portland branch for me somehow.... hmmm
Been talking a lot to a guy at work... he's a lot of fun, but I worry too much I think. We've gone out and I had a great time, but I'm afraid of developing anything with him I think.... here I go again, being the uber worry wart that I'm known to be.
I killed a whole ass load of crickets this evening... My garage is infested with crickets (could be worse, I know) so I finally set loose with a couple of cans of RAID and just went to town... tho the part I didn't think of, was when I hit those suckers with the RAID, they start hopping ALL OVER the friggin place... which then had ME hopping all over the place to keep from having them hop on ME! Ewww! At one point I was balanced between the bumper of my car and a dog crate (I knew I have spare crates for a reason!) spraying the nasty little buggers. Found a crazy looking spider and sprayed the bajeezus out of it too... dont' think I killed it tho (damn). I need to have an exterminator come out and hit the garage... it's way more of a job than I'm built for... tho in order for that to happen, I'd have to clean the garage... which gives me the willies too... move a box and you hear the "click click click" of the crickets jumping and hitting the boxes... *shudder*
The two younger kids are in the living room enjoying Nylabones and Kota, of course, is here at my side... ahhh the loyal companion. :) At least I know HE loves his mama ;-)
Off to feed myself.
