When The Clock Strikes Three

I woke up (and got out of bed) at 7:12 this morning. I was impressed with myself considering that’s a full 30 minutes before I’ve been able to get my tired ass out of bed in the past month or so. So I showered, repolished my toenails as I intended to wear sandals today because it’s dress-up day and started making my lunch. I fried up some tofu, set that aside, and then stir-fried some snap peas and yakisoba noodles and then added the tofu last minute to mix it all in there. It looked delicious cooking it this morning and again, I was impressed with myself. I can’t wait for lunch to eat it. Of course, it will probably not taste quite as good as it would regularly because I’m congested like nobody’s business and have been for almost a week. But I’ll deal.

Then I got dressed and ready and left pretty early. The other day on one of the bento blogs I read, the girl mentioned that bento takes as much time as she has. If she has 5 minutes to make one, it takes 5 minutes. If she has 40 minutes to make one, it takes 40 minutes. It’s so true. Partly because with bento, at least the way I approach it, I plan it as I go. If I know I only have 11.75 minutes to make it, I’m going to keep that in mind when I’m planning it and getting it all ready so I’m not going to think “Oh, I should totally do that really difficult rolled egg thing this morning” when I know I have to be out the door pretty quick. That also means that if I’ve got an hour to spend working on it, that I will probably think, “I should make that really difficult rolled egg thing this morning” and I will. Which is why I did the yakisoba this morning instead of the onigiri – I had the time.

When I got to work I headed straight for the microwave to make myself a cup of tea. One of my coworkers (a manager of another department), was coming up to the coffee pot at the same time and mentioned how it’s like walking into a real grown up office because we’re all dressed up today (usually we’re really casual (but no flip-flops)). While he was getting his coffee, he said, “You look nice today.” This made me feel pretty awkward. From any of the girls at work, sure, feel free to compliment my outfit. From any of my close-ish guy friends here at work (like Kyle-from-work) yeah, that’s okay, too. But from the manager of one of the departments who I am friendly with but not friends with, it was kind of unsettling. I said thanks, but wasn’t sure if I should say anything else. “You do too” was certainly out of the question, but it felt like I should say more besides “Thanks.” Thankfully another coworker came up and started chatting with the first one so I could grab my hot tea and casually slink away.

Yesterday I picked up Life of Pi after finally finding a Barnes & Noble that carried it. I didn’t get home until 8pm or so. I knit some more on my vest and did some puzzles and took some pictures for Ravelry of past knitting exploits that had been in storage (and are on their way back today). Kind of a quiet night, which was good.

Tonight I’m hoping to empty out my storage unit for good and then deal with the boxes that are stacked in my room when I get home. There’s still some space under my bed and now that I’ve got one of the end tables set up (for crafts) I can put some boxes under there too. I’ve also got to figure out exactly what I want to have in my closet and how. It should be easy enough.

When I sold Otto, I discovered that the brake fluid had leaked all over the whole mess of car supplies I kept in the plastic tub I had for my car. It’s a disgusting mess which I haven’t dealt with because I wasn’t sure how. I finally emailed the Boulder County Household Hazardous Waste program and asked them what the best way to handle it would be. They said I can bring it to them, which would be the best option, or I can try to use the absorbent towels from an auto store and then take the towels to them. I’d rather they deal with it completely so I hope to drop that off for them this weekend. I will probably have to buy a new container and supplies, but I’m okay with that. I doubt I’ll actually buy any liquids though because I won’t need to be filling up the power steering fluid or oil or anything constantly since Penelope is a new car and does not have the leakage issues that Otto did. That makes me happy. Though I do need to take her in for an oil change and that does not make me happy. Oh well.

I still haven’t heard about the job yet. I figure if I don’t hear anything this afternoon, I’ll call tomorrow on my lunch and check in to it. We’ll see.

I also still haven’t decided what to do about the room up in Blackhawk. It will cost to drive up there, of course, and if I wanted to eat anything that I didn’t bring myself that would cost, too. Drinks are free, of course, but the gambling wouldn’t be. And with the way my mood has been lately, I don’t know if I’d be able to limit myself to just $20 on the Best Slot Machine Ever. But staying in a fancy room all by myself is kind of enticing. Except it’s not that fancy, but whatever. I don’t know. I have to figure it out soon, though.