Semester End, Quilt Slacking, Work Crazed
The semester is finally over. Well, I do still have to submit my final project in web development and finish my reflection paper. But after that I’ll have about a month until summer semester starts and I take English. Blah. Not looking forward to that. Writing papers make me want to puke a little. And if I have to do any group assignments with the kinds of partners Bud and Ang had in their classes, I may have to punch some people in their faces. I’ll have to keep you all posted.
I should take that month and try to do a little more running and finish up some quilt projects that I’ve neglected.
My mom keeps telling me she will do anything to help me, but I feel like a slave driver if I give her something of mine to do. I gave her a bag of fabric squares I had cut, but I still need to cut more. This is for a double bed size quilt that I have put off working on for about a year. I’m such a slacker. I was really into the whole quilting thing at first. Two years ago for Christmas I made a lap size quilt for the dietary employees. There were 16 total and I got them done in about 2 months. I was up til 2:00 am the night before our staff Christmas party finishing the last ones. But, I must admit I have fallen a little out of love with it. I would never tell my mom that, though. It would disappoint her so much.
Quilting is what my mom and I do and my dad and I have the running thing. So I have to hang onto whatever I have left. Maybe if I just get my ass off the couch and work on it, I may get interested in it again. But my ass doesn’t really want to do much when I get home from work on most days.
Work. Work has been extra shitty lately. Not saying anybody else’s job isn’t just as (or even more) shitty. But I’m in a venting mood, so here we go. There’s been lots of changes going on with our company and my boss, who is already a little imbalanced, is being pushed to the brink of insanity. Which is making the rest of us crazy. Some of us are crazy-crazy, I’m just angry-crazy. I feel the punchies coming on and I have to get up and leave their office for a while. My coworker and my boss share an office. I have an office by myself above the kitchen, thank goodness. So I just escape up there and cuss for a while, maybe purchase a refreshing Coke and some chocolate to relax me. Then I eventually have to head back down for more.