There’s a possibility I may have injured myself trying to lift heavy-ish boxes today. Foolishly, I did not fill out one of those reports with HR. I just felt really sore, so I took Tylenol, and then I felt less sore.
I have a couple of leads in the pipeline. Two phone calls tomorrow.
I think I’m doing the right thing. I like The Hutch, but there’s no way I can do this long term. I’m unable to adult effectively in the afternoon and evening, and I need to be able to adult for Desmond and Aislyn.
My alarm goes off at not even 4a.m. right now, and I’m ready for bed by 7p.m. But no one else is. I want to be on the same schedule with my family.
Plus, I have a lot of skills I don’t really get to use as a production operator.
Mom said I looked slimmer today. It’s the pants, I insisted. I have these wide leg, black capri pants that for some reason are really flattering on me. Ironically, in college, I would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that I would never, ever wear dumbass capri pants. I used to think they were just stupid. But I think it was the skin-tight, half length ones I hated. The pants I have are like three quarter length. And roomy.
Needless to say I’ll be getting them in khaki and gray, as well.
I should probably get going. I have cat puke to clean off the stairs. The good times never end at Leah Taylor’s house.