warning: strong language ahead

I think it’s possible that I might stay awake long enough to blog something. Not for nothing, but this job is kicking my ass. I don’t know if it’s because I’m living so much further west now – meaning, it’s darker in the morning than I’m used to – but holy crap, it’s really hard for me to get up and moving in the morning, a whole lot harder than it was to get up even earlier than this back in Maine. That tired-and-dragging feeling usually goes away when I’m in the full swing of things at work, but by early afternoon I’m crashing again. Thursday night I was asleep by 9, which is unheard-of for me. But Thursday was a whole other story…

I was on my way to work – proud of myself for being a little early for a change – when suddenly there was a thump, and my battery light came on. A few minutes later, I noticed my car was running really hot. I decided to get on the highway and risk it anyway, but as soon as I got to highway speed, my temp gauge was in the red. I guessed it was probably the radiator hose or something. I pulled off at a bank in Ann Arbor, called Woody, made arrangements with him to get my car later in the day… then called a cab, and 1 hour and $23 later, I finally made it to work. (Being late, at a job like this, even by only 1/2 hour, sucks; I was behind all day and ended up working through my lunch, which didn’t improve my mood at all.)

By the time I was able to actually take a break, there was a text message from Woody: the problem was a sock. A SOCK, dude, a motherfucking SOCK! It somehow got sucked up into my engine, got wedged in there, and – that thump I heard? – was the fan belt breaking. Woody pulled the sock out on the spot, but of course he had to get to work, so he took it to the nearest garage. $125 later, I have new belts. I also have a dirty and stretched-out men’s white crew sock, for proof that my universe is a fucking strange thing sometimes… and especially where cars are concerned, I can’t catch a damn break for anything.

So there it is… bet you never guessed a $125 sock would be so ugly, huh?

Other than the car mishaps that I seem to attract like moths to a flame, things are going well.  I really like my new job so far.  They all like me, so far.  So far, so good!  But I am, honestly, very tired all the time, and that’s taking some getting used to.

I’ve managed to get a little knitting done, after dinner but before crashing:

I can’t even begin to describe how much I’m loving this sock pattern… short attention spans and long lace repeats are a match made in heaven, turns out.  The entire sock only has 5 1/2 repeats of the lace pattern, so if you’re forcing yourself to finish a repeat before you call it a night, you’re actually making significant and visible progress on the sock, you know?

My usual plan for a Saturday is yard sales, but between the stormy weather and the fact that all of my yard sale partners are either working or out of town, I’m thinking that knitting and napping sounds like a better idea.  Happy Saturday, all!

~ by Casey on 16 May 2009.