It happened. I have succumbed to my first cold of the season.  Well, my first cold since last Winter/Spring.  (Yes, I know it’s not actually spring yet, but you couldn’t tell that by the weather.)

I also might be getting an eye infection.  But I’m trying a bit of home treatment–it hasn’t gotten worse, and it may be getting better, so I will monitor the situation closely.  And, naturally, hope for the best.  It’s not the best time to go to the doctor.

If I lived with someone, I think I would let my cold become a “man cold,” so that I could laze about and be pathetic.  Instead, I still have to get shit done.  Boo

My sister is autistic.  High functioning, but still autistic.  If you don’t know much about it, you’ll probably just think she has some “interesting” social habits.  The reason I bring this up is how very awful people are to her and have been her whole life.

I spent a lot of my childhood defending her.  I lost friends (that is, chose to not be their friend) because of how they would treat her.  But adults are no better than children.

Most recent example: My dad had joined an informal Christian bowling league.  He got my mom and sister to join, too.  They all really enjoyed it.  But after my sister’s first year, they told my dad that he was welcome to come back, but not my sister.  The complete assholes. Worst Christians ever.  (Note: Dad did not go back.  He didn’t berate them as I wish he had, but he did tell them he couldn’t return.  By the by, my sister knows NOTHING of this, nor should she.  She’s already aware of how people suck–she doesn’t need more examples.)

Yes, sometimes she does things that are annoying or cringe-worthy (only cringe-worthy because you know how other people will view it and that most of them are terrible).  But the things she does are never on purpose that way, and it’s not like she can  help it.  So if it’s a problem, it’s yours, not hers.

And if you’re a Christian, you have double the reason to be kind, caring, loving.  (Insert spiel about being like Jesus here.)

Garg!

It’s really hard for me to be a Christian and to want to go to church when things like this make me hate Christians so much.

I’ve finally started my new position full time.  I’m still, obviously, training the new administrative assistant, but it’s at least only in bits and pieces at this point.

I feel as though I’m slowly getting a handle on things.  But I really only mean in the most elementary way possible.  I’m still working on paying all the overdue bills.  Bleah.  But I’m feeling more aware of what needs to get done, rather than feeling as though I have no idea what is waiting for me.

I finally purchased a Kitchen Aid this week.  I have long dreamed of this day.  I was wanting to wait until I had more room, but finally decided that it wasn’t worth waiting, since who knows when or if I’ll ever have a bigger kitchen.

I got the Cranberry color, which is simply delightful.  I haven’t used it yet, but I will soon. :)

Ah!  The last two weeks have been some of the busiest I’ve had at my office.  Doing two jobs at once is not for the faint of heart.  Thankfully, I should only have about one more week of such stress.  We did hire a new administrative assistant, but he doesn’t start until the 23rd.

New job-wise, I actually started writing bills yesterday (Friday).  It felt amazing to start doing something real.  I mean, I have been organizing and writing cheques and trying to catch up on paperwork so that I could get to the point of writing bills.  Yes, it is all real work, but paying bills helps alleviate my anxiety.

Apartment-wise, I have decided to just stay where I am at least until my landlord raises the rent.  It seems to me that I will have an opportunity to save some money if I stay here (despite not liking it much), and I want to be fiscally responsible.

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In entirely other news, I made a cinnamon swirl bread tonight. It should have had raisins in it, but I didn’t realize I had none in my cupboard, and I didn’t think dried cranberries would quite do the trick.  And then I accidentally made the roll too long, so I doubled it up in the loaf pan…  It’s not the prettiest looking bread (two swirls in one loaf??), but it is delicious.

Yum.

Interviewing is easier than I thought it would be.  We’ve done four so far, have one set up for this coming week, and will likely set at least a few more come tomorrow.

This coming week, I’ll still be at the front desk full time, yet there are a couple things I’ll be starting on for finance–like petty cash for my houses.  I’m not exactly sure of when I’ll start the new position, or how it’ll go.  I’m anxious about it, but everyone keeps reassuring me that it will be fine.  According to my new supervisor, I’ll be swamped for a few weeks, then after I get used to it (after several months?), I’ll likely get bored and wish for the days of craziness.  I hope I don’t get bored that quickly.  I don’t mind getting comfortable, but I hope to find the work interesting enough.

It’s weird to be at one place for so long, with the intention of staying on for quite a bit longer.  I’ve never done that before, never even wanted to do that.  But it’s good; I’m liking it.  It’s nice to feel like you belong someplace, even if it’s an office.

Here’s to hoping I don’t suck at financial services. :)

My cats have tapeworms.

The last time they had fleas was early last summer.

I can’t find any evidence of fleas now, nor could the vet.

Have they had tapeworms that long?!

I am grossed out (not that I’ve seen any–I know this from their stool samples at the vet), plus I feel like a bad cat mom.  And I’m frustrated because I feel like I should treat for fleas, plus do a thorough clean of the house.  AGAIN.  And with so much going on at work at the moment (not to mention the continuation of apartment hunting), I feel incredibly overwhelmed.

Why are my cats defective?  Tomorrow I’ll get the de-worming stuff, plus maybe the flea stuff.  We’ll see what they say.  And after I find out it’s taken care of, I’ll do a ton of laundry.  And maybe treat with diatomaceous earth.

Sigh.  And to top it off, now I feel all itchy and gross, even though I know I’m fine.  Stupid cats!

A couple weeks ago, I applied for a job in our finance department at work.  This last Thursday, I found out I got it.

I’m pretty excited about the whole transition.  I do have to help find my replacement, and am pretty much stuck at the front desk until they start, but the end is in sight.

It comes with a bit of a pay raise (hallelujah), a more flexible schedule, and, of course, far less phones/people.

Unfortunately, the guy I’m replacing is, well, terrible at organization.  So I’m heading into a mess.  But I’m sure I’ll get it cleaned up in no time.  And with any luck, I’ll pick up the job quickly.

So there you go.  Something new from me.  Maybe this will be the start of many other good changes to come.  One can hope.

Do you ever just feel the inevitability of your life?

That aside, I feel like I’ve gotten a fair amount done this holiday weekend.

I cleaned all the linoleum/tile floors.  (I never do that, so it was an accomplishment.)  I cooked.  I washed laundry.  I did all my regular chores.

And I made this:

QuotePretty snazzy, eh?  All I need is the right size frame.

I’m apartment hunting.  And I’m finding out that the low-average for rent in my area is about $200 more than half of my take home pay each month.  If you want to talk about depressing, that’s it.

This doesn’t mean I won’t be able to find an apartment.  It just means it will take longer and be harder.  Plus, it’ll be another not great apartment, like my current one.  However, so long as my neighbors aren’t bat-shit-crazy like my current ones, that will be okay.

And just who are the fools that says you shouldn’t spend more than 30% of your income on housing?  I’d like to find them and give them a swift kick.  Or I’d like to understand how that is even remotely possible.

Solution: Marry rich.  Or just marry stable and comfortable.  Seriously.  For thousands of years, women have married for economic reasons.  Why not now?

It’s the last day of 2014.  Who can even believe how fast the year has gone?

Anyway, I’ve been reading up on the different types of yeast. I’m an active dry yeast kind of girl, but so many recipes call for instant yeast that I thought I ought to double check the differences.  All I’ve found out is that what I’ve been doing already was exactly correct.  Ha!

That said, as much a fan as I am of traditional bread making (i.e. kneading by hand), I am kind of in love with the no-knead recipes.  I have one I love from King Arthur because it’s so easy.  I added a bit of ground flaxseed to today’s batch, but other than that, I tend to follow the recipe.  (Excepting yeast.)  Anyway, the great thing is that you can bake bits of it at a time.  The dough can stay in the refrigerator for about a week, so for that long, you could have fresh bread every day if you wanted.  (In small amounts, of course, and I halve the recipe to begin.)

If you don’t bake bread, you should give it a go.  There’s nothing quite better than the yeasty smell of fresh bread. The King Arthur recipe I linked is a good start if you’re afraid of kneading or things going wrong.

(Someday I’d even like to catch my own wild yeast from the air and keep a starter going instead of using commercial yeast.  But I admit that starts you down the crazy bread maker route.)

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