January 2011
12 posts
Yesterday I had a situation at work that made me feel very Michael Scott-esque. As in, “Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked, I enjoy being liked, I have to be liked. But it’s not like this compulsive need to be liked.”
Basically, it is hard to be in charge of people and tell them to work harder, etc. So excited to hopefully never be a manager again in...
Perfect day, all things considered
Spent a few hours making an insane pasta dish with heavenly meatless meatball type things made of spinach and ricotta cheese and stuff (spinach gnocchi from Moosewood New Classics, which bear no resemblance to actual gnocchi so I will not call them that.)
Finally started Mad Men season four with Martha. Felt like seeing old friends.
Working on some Point Estimation homework which was so easy I...
I don't even own ramekins
Tonight is the sort of night where I’ve been following my diet closely enough that I all of a sudden am entertaining the thought of breaking the 2+ years of silence between me and my mom so I can get her amazing pot de creme recipe.
Work in 24 minutes, should have enough time to make a Tumblr post about how horrible it all is. I’m trying hard (well, okay, not very hard) to look on the bright side: Getting married soon-ish, finally graduating too. But there’s a dark side to all this! Wedding planning: boring, hard, money-using. It’s such an odd mix, actually, of using too much damn money and yet still...
Wow, I am doing my usual back to school ritual of writing all my classes and rooms in my planner…it seemed a lot easier somehow, and then I remembered last time I did this I was planning how to take the bus like half an hour early for everything and how to actually enter all the buildings because I was on crutches. Weird. It seemed like I would never be healed but somehow I am.
I don’t think I can like any more posts because I’m at 69.
Mission for tomorrow: Make fresh spring/summer rolls. Very excited. Posting this here for accountability. It seems like a lot of work. So if I don’t post an update on that…well, I guess you have no recourse. But you know what I mean.
