My New Year’s Eve started at 5am and ended at 5am. Awesome. Now that’s what I call a party.
Beginning: I need to learn to let go. I find it impossible to take a vacation from work because I trust very few people to do my job right. Not that I think my job is hard or special, mind you, I just don’t think they have the time to care. Before promotion I was doing two jobs–my old job and my current job. I felt like I was doing it all the time. You’d think I’d feel less stressed out now that I’m back to just one job, but I’m not. At least not lately. Communication has plummeted, and it resulted in me accidentally finding out I not only had to change the entire apparel department, but I had to mark down all the old stuff before the beginning of FM Jan (Jan 4). So I got up at 5 to get as much done a possible, and stayed an hour late for the same. I was actually able to call in the one person I trust, no matter how suspiciously, which meant I didn’t have to stay three hours late…. I will go in on Saturday for the markdown, meaning that I went from a 30 hour week to “holy crap, I can’t stay anymore or I’ll go into OT!”
Pre-Middle: I went to Target after work to get supplies. Also looked for shoes and socks, because who doesn’t love shoes and socks. Discovered these:
Aside from being ridiculously cute… and clearance… and not in my size… They’re also lined with one of my favorite Alexander Henry fabrics of all time. I know it’s hard to see, but I have proof of its existence outside of the shoe and inside of my stash:
Must find those shoes…….
Middle: The best, best, best part of New Years Eve is fondue. Everyone should do the ‘due. I don’t care if it’s cheese, oil, or chocolate, it should be mandatory. I do not, however, recommend combining any of those unless, perhaps, over the course of an entire day. Certainly don’t attempt it in one evening. I know this from experience. New this year was tempura batter and parboiled potatoes. When BILOSORD’s buddy accidentally added his potato to the pot without battering it, twice fried potatoes were born. And eaten repeatedly. I breifly considered getting more potatoes from the kitchen, but I figured we had to cut outselves off somewhere. This is the first time that I can remember that fondue didn’t end with someone (me….) laughing so hard they (I….) cried. We stopped because we ran out of cheese and potatoes. And room in our stomachs. We were all pretty tired, though.
I passed out on the couch after dinner, and I pretty sure after Rocket Puppy was sent to bed, Rocketdog passed out for a bit too. I headed home, intending to go to bed, shortly after the ball dropped (…the tape delayed ball).
The End: When I got home, The Hippy IMed me to see if I had gotten his text message, and was apparently bummed that I didn’t respond. What I didn’t know was that I hadn’t gotten the message, and thought he was talking about something entirely different. Twenty minutes later, it showed up. I decided the message couldn’t find me because I was driving. I turned right, and it kept going straight. Silly text message. But what followed was one of the longest, most awesome philosophical discussions we’ve ever had. “We’re going to be living together and sharing everything, so I might as well tell you what I believe.” Which is not to say he hadn’t told me before, it was just a much deeper and livelier discussion. When my alarm clock went off, I knew it was probably time to go to bed. Call me crazy, but I’m a sucker for talking to him. The first time we ever chatted with each other, I only got a couple hours of sleep. I’m looking forward to not having to chat online (both of us hate the phone).
And now I get to go move. Right now. Literally. Five hours of sleep! wooooo! Actually, I think I’m going to eat some potatoes first 🙂
Keeping the Thor in Thorsday 