Sunday, August 31, 2014
It's so bloody hot here that I had to quit working on my son's birthday afghan (try holding a double-thick blanket on your lap when you're already sweaty). I don't know if it's from summer, menopause or a demonic combination of both, but I end up sweaty every night. Meantime the sunburn I got at the company picnic last week is peeling and I look like a shedding snake. And I haven't slept in two nights, so I'm seriously crabby. I sure hope I sleep tonight.
Since I can't work on the afghan I'm back working on the purple lace stole. It's doing its d*****est to defeat me, but it's not going to.
At least I still don't have to go back to work for another week.
Friday, August 29, 2014
I haven't had ANY Spark of late. Not just low, none. All this week work was sheer H**l, and I've been so depressed I couldn't do anything.
Well, I survived the week (which I wasn't at all sure I would). Now I'm on vacation and I don't have to see the office for NINE. WHOLE. DAYS. I'm celebrating tonight with a Cutthroat Kitchen marathon (the funniest show in TV, IMHO) and a steakhouse dinner. A gorgeous bone-in rib eye done to a perfect medium rare (which I'm quite good at achieving). Baked potato, corn on the cob and a green salad with ranch dressing.
Since I have no money and no car I can't go much of any place, so in between Judge TV and knitting I'm going to S-L-O-W-L-Y clean and arrange my apartment. When I get the tax refund in February I'm seriously hoping to have the carpets cleaned and get a new bed (which I badly need).
Okay, shoulders, time to unkink. And brain, you are not a hamster. Please jump off of the wheel because the constant squeaking is driving me crazy.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
(For those who asked, crab stars are a gorgeous Chinese or Chinese-American appetizer. They're won ton skins stuffed with a mix of crab, cream cheese and scallions. They're then folded into four-pointed stars and deep-fried).
Company picnic yesterday, and today I'm sunburned to a bright red. The picnic got invaded by bees. My inclination is always to protect bees because they're dying off and they're vital to agriculture, but a co-worker told me that these were "meat bees" who aren't interested in sweets and who are in fact helping kill off the honey bees (I don't know). Anyway, they were PESTS. We had grilled steak. One try cutting that with a plastic picnic knife and most of us just picked it up with a napkin and went caveman on it. But it was delicious! One more work week, and then I'm off for NINE STRAIGHT DAYS.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
I am totally exhausted. Today has been BRUTAL.
They finally told me I could go ahead and post the state Medicaid. That's about $200,000 posting from a detail in VERY tiny print. I got half of it posted while the boss kept coming to my desk: This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. Meantime my coworkers kept interrupting me with endless questions. My immediate deskmate asked me how to do a process. Every step I'd tell her how to do it and she'd say, "Oh, I'm not going to do that." Fine, then why did you ask? I ate while posting and had to force myself to stand up every so often or I'd have sat at my desk the entire shift. I am seriously dead.
Thank God I have leftover Chinese takeout at home. I decided to treat myself to some last night. There's a restaurant near me that knows me. Their delivery man is rather elderly and barely speaks English, but he's terrific. When I have a delivery coming I have the door unlocked. He knows I'm on a walker so he'll call out, let himself in, put the food in the kitchen and bring me the ticket to sign. He gets an extra tip. Plus, this place always gives me an extra freebie with each order. It's usually won ton soup or veggie chow mein, which are both great. But last night it was actually an order of crab stars! Okay, the potstickers went into the fridge. Crab stars don't reheat well, so I ate them last night.
Tomorrow is the picnic. Oh, well, it's a free lunch. But watching everyone else have fun won't be a great time. I might take a book. And at least I'll be home early.
In my last blog entry I made a reference to Crabby Appleton. The fact that nobody got it tells me I'm the oldest one here (sigh...). When I was a kid there was a TV cartoon show called Tom Terrific. The villain was named Crabby Appleton because, as he would proudly tell you, "I'm rotten to the core."
Ready for the weekend. I mean seriously ready.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Further to my recent blog about my cookbooks: I recently got the Culinary Institute of America's home baking book. There was a recipe for rye rolls with cheddar and onions. Amazingly, the book made it all the way to print without giving the oven temperature! I emailed them and almost immediately got a reply. The woman who answered not only gave me the temperature but a few hints to improve on the printed recipe (!). So now, I'm debating whether to print out the email and use it as a bookmark or to make myself hand-write the changes in the book to get used to actually USING my books.
My mood hasn't been great lately. We're having the company picnic on Friday. Why is that bad? Because we're having it at a park we went to three years ago. The picnic area is down a very steep hill I can't climb up or down, so I'll get to sit at a picnic table while the others have fun (just what happened last time). Also, we're having an ongoing issue with state Medicaid payments arriving scrambled (two weeks' worth now) and one other government payer, to the tune of a quarter-million dollars floating in la-la land right now. I've asked my boss to let me post it manually and not wait for the electronic files to be straightened out (I do have the details, so I could do it). She keeps saying wait, there's plenty of time until month end. Month end is a week from Friday, and I know from past history that on Wednesday or Thursday she'll start chewing my leg about why it isn't done yet! Well, I've got her emails telling me to wait. I would just love to get that money posted. We keep hearing about how our A/R is too high and our time in A/R per claim is too high. Well, if we've got $250,000 in payments that aren't posted, that's something that kind of happens. right?
But on the up-side, she DID approve my vacation request, so I'll have Labor Day week off. It works on a lot of levels. My carpool buddy's sister is having a baby that week, so it'll be good for both of us to have me off then (I also knitted a blankie for her).
Almost dinner time. I'm just feeling like Crabby Appleton right now (and if you're old enough to get the reference, you're as old as I am. Which is not good.)
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