love to make myself dinner from the food I picked up from the farmer’s market that morning, sipping wine like I’m Elizabeth Gilbert’s idea of a frenchwoman.
love to plan little weekend outings for myself like I am an elderly woman in a nursing home, like me and my girls are going to the casino for the afternoon (I’m not, but that’s how it feels).
love that humanity looked at spoiling milk, and went “I can work with that” and proceeded to add horseradish and chives to it.
love that american kestrel that landed on my balcony railing thursday morning. I am still thinking about him.
love [NAME REDACTED], who I spoke to on friday. She started out angry, but I talked her down, and being called “brilliant” in a lovely Irish accent does wonders. I hope she has nothing but good days for the entire rest of her life.
love that the last couple afternoons have feat. children’s birthday parties in the park, and so the ambient noise of chicago is children squealing and discordant strains of ‘happy birthday’
love my tomatoes!!! I 100% thought I would kill the plant stone dead, but it’s about 2 ft tall now and they are Trying Very Hard
oh no, on the trip back from the farmer’s market my blackberries were crushed under my cheeses! now I must sit cross-legged on my couch scooping up warm, slightly-mushed blackberries with my fingers like I am a small child running wild in the woods!
When it comes to organizing your kitchen, I firmly believe in having chicken in the freezer, garlic in the fridge, olive oil in the pantry, and some sort of rendered fat, at all times.
What do you mean “guidelines” and “recommendations”, the only Right and Correct way to start reading Discworld is to choose a random book from the library shelf, start there, try to figure out what the hell is going on, embrace the weird and cool concepts and the fact that this setting is just Like That, fall in love with characters, have the best time of your life and repeat (the next book you choose may seem totally unrelated, but it’ll all start coming together after a while)
So a Senior Coworker was just given a very well-deserved promotion to Manager, and I am very pleased for Senior Coworker. However, in the process, it has occurred to me that this means Senior Coworker’s position is up for grabs. And there are really just two Junior Coworkers it could go to: one who joined the organization slightly before I did….and me.
(There are other Junior Coworkers, but we’re really the only two with the right skillset and potential to step up and fill the role.)
I really like my counterpart! We’re fairly alike—about the same age, with similar tastes and attitudes towards work. I’ve thrown myself into [REDACTED] to try and make myself indispensable, she’s devoted herself to [ALSO REDACTED] to demonstrate the same. Which is why I know—I know—if that if Senior Coworker’s position opens up in earnest, we will both apply.
I don’t enjoy sitting on the bus, having an imaginary conversation with my Boss about why I should be hired over her, but that’s where I’m at, I guess.
