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I have a cheerio stuck in my cleavage


Yes, really. TMI? I don’t care. I’m trying to figure out how to get it out without my cubemate noticing. I probably should stop eating cheerios while hunched over my desk staring at funny pictures on the internet. They’re just so damn delicious! They aren’t even real cheerios, they’re this organic something or other that tastes oddly like very yummy cardboard. Definitely not in a bad way. And I’m pretty sure that they have a metric ass-ton of fiber in them. They’re only three points for a whole cup of them, so it’s really a win-win for everyone involved! And when I say everyone, I mean me, of course. They do have kind of a weird aftertaste, and they definitely taste a bit funky after a sip of coffee, but whatever, it’s food. I’ve always hated those little kids who come into the restaurant and throw cheerios everywhere, but now I get it. Sorry, little kids who I’ve given my best death stare! I totally understand you now!

I have so done this before.

Roomie and I went craft shopping last night, because I needed to find cellophane bags to put the magnets that I have yet to make in. Damn AC Moore, they were having a yarn sale. I cannot resist a good yarn sale, especially when everything, including Pirouette and Sashay is 30 percent off. I have a problem, that’s my conclusion after this latest shopping trip. I have a yarn addiction. My sage of a roommate says that admitting it is the first step; he’s so smart! I’ve never had a problem admitting it, but when I go to a craft store for something that costs two dollars and emerge with 90+ dollars worth of yarn, it scares me a little. What am I going to do with all that yarn? It’s not like I bought stuff that I don’t have a use for; it’s all for specific projects. The problem is, I will never, not ever in my lifetime even if I was to have a normal life span which I probably won’t, be able to use all the yarn I own. Never. There is simply too much of it. And when it comes to yarn sales, I have zero willpower to not take advantage of them. The other problem is, all of that yarn lives in roomie’s bedroom. It used to be the craft room before he moved in, and he allowed me to keep all my craft supplies in the corner. I can’t even get to the corner now, there’s too much stuff there. I’m going to eventually sort everything out, but I’m not really sure where to start at this point.

I got that doctor’s note, and gave it to my boss at the restaurant. I didn’t really sit down and talk to her about it, but that’s probably for the best. I probably would have threatened her with a lawsuit. Why, you may be asking? Because she scheduled me for only Saturday this week, which I’ve now got a doctor’s note saying I can’t work. So if she takes me off that shift, I won’t have any shifts this week. I would be very tempted to assume that no shifts means she’s “letting me go”, and to start filing for unemployment. She doesn’t want to pay me unemployment, which is why she’s only scheduling me for one shift a week; she is trying to make me quit. Uh huh, not gonna work. If she wants me gone, she’s going to have to find a damn good reason to fire me. It’s certainly not going to be performance related. Also, I’m pretty sure I’m covered under the DDA (disability discrimination act). If I were her, I’d want to keep me as happy, and healthy, as possible to avoid a lawsuit. Especially since she knows my little sister is a lawyer.

Anyway, onto happier things. I’ve been really bad about linking to other blogs in this thing lately. So I’m thinking of sharing at least one link everyday that I find useful, interesting, funny, or otherwise entertaining. What do you think? Not that I really care; it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want with it, damnit. Onward (and have a very happy Wednesday, all :))!

Wednesday Web Gem!
OMG I need to do this right now!!!
-This blog by “Jeeze Julia” on pantry organization is GREAT. I love, love, love mason jars, and there are thousands of uses for them. This is just one, but it really does make me want to run, not walk, to AC Moore and buy as many mason jars as I can, and then run, not walk, all the way home to organize my pantry. That in itself is a feat; I don’t even go in there if I can help it. That little corner of my home could probably qualify for FEMA assistance all by itself. Damn this being an adult thing, and damn working for a living, I want to clean my pantry!!

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13 thoughts on “I have a cheerio stuck in my cleavage

  1. Be daring! Give your cubemate something to talk about–reach in and grab that cheerio! I get the yarn addiction. I’ve got a floor to ceiling bookcase full + an entire “spare” closet. I’m currently on the wagon though, haven’t been to Hobby Lobby in two weeks! Enjoy your day.

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  2. Thanks for the linkback! I’m so glad that I could inspire you! To save you from the craft section, maybe you could check out your local Goodwill for jars! They always have tons for very little money, and often have gigantic ones like mine! I can fit an entire bag of flour in one of my jars, and a whole box of cereal in another – very handy. Of course, there are lots of other distracting sections in Goodwill, too.

    xx.

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    • Oh yes, I could spend an entire day in Goodwill. I just have to see something semi-useful and I have a million crafty ideas spinning around in my head. It’s a curse! 😛

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      • Same here! So inspiring, but sometimes it’s hard to make all of the inspired projects actually happen, ha!

        xx.

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  3. Your first line made me laugh! =D
    Oh…Craft shopping…Don’t you hate it when there are big sales???
    Sorry to hear about your trouble at work – but you’ve got a doc’s note, so you’re covered…Hope you don’t have to go through a lawsuit (but it sure is a good thing lil sis is a lawyer!).

    ~Kim
    Visiting today from Blogging Buddies.
    http://2justByou.blogspot.com

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  4. Best blog title ever? I think it might be.

    I have definitely had that ‘leave it or fish it out now?’ dilemma. Which, combined with the needles and pens in my hair, probably doesn’t give off the most professional aura. Oh well! Glad I’m not alone. 😄

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    • Haha, thanks. Roomie and I used to go out to a movie every Friday night, and I would get popcorn in there every, single, time. It was a running joke for a while.

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  5. That’s too funny! I loved the beginning of your post. Can your roomie still find his way in and out of his room? If he can, you are doing a-okay. It is so hard to resist a good sale. I cannot resist fabric sales!

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    • Yeah, but he gets this look like, “oh my god you bought more yarn?” every time I come home with another AC Moore bag. I’ve started sneaking it in the house, which DEFINITELY means I’ve got a problem!

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