Quick Update
I’m feeling a bit more acomplished this week. Although I’m afraid to say it for fear of jinxing myself, I’m sort of proud that I’m juggling work and school (and earning a small amount of money). Small is, indeed, the operative word; but something is better than nothing, and a happy “previous employer” is helpful when looking for another job. I think.
At 4am last Monday, my alarm ushered me into this new, wage-earning responsibility. We were needed for the store’s nationwide Inventory Day. Did you celebrate?
After a seven hour shift with a 5 minute break thrown in there somewhere (the company’s break policy leaves much to be desired), I still made it to all of my classes. Classes which, incidentally, run until 9 at night. This was some accomplishment for me, and I’m still the smallest bit proud of myself for it. I worked a few more hours this weekend, and I am now waiting for this coming week’s schedule. Secretly (well, not so secretly if I’m posting this on the internet), I’m hoping not to work tomorrow. My first substantial paper is due that afternoon, and I had planned to use Monday morning to edit the heck out of it. Ah, well. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
This week, I also made scones. There are still some left, and I’ve been eating them dutifully for breakfast each morning. They are a variation of these blueberry beauties, which are frankly incredible without any type of variation (although I do sprinkle a bit of sugar on top before baking). There is still some tweaking to be done to the Orange Blackberry version I made, and as soon as I figure out how to improve them, I’ll post the recipe. It’s been pretty fun trying, though.
There is soon to be a marathon of baking going on in our sad little kitchen, too. Another reason I hope not to be called in Monday morning; I want to get an early start on everything. But I’ll post more about that after the fact. For now, I prefer to remain cryptic and tight-lipped. 
On another note, my favorite singer is playing in my hometown tonight. I’m really bummed I can’t make it. He only comes around about once a year, and I seem to have found several reasons not to go. I’d be going by myself, it costs money I shouldn’t be spending, I’d be by myself, it costs time I shouldn’t be spending, literally all of his songs remind me of Cutie and I’d be there alone. The last two reasons are pretty closely linked; as silly as it sounds, we kind of bonded over a specific few of his songs. They always make me think back to when we were both living on campus, in the same building, and could see each other whenever we wanted.
Ah, well (the running theme of this post, it seems). I am going home next weekend. We’re celebrating my mom’s birthday, and if anybody could use a day devoted to herself, it’s my mom. I hope things start looking better in her life soon. I love you, mom!!
That’s about all I’ve got for now, unless you’d like to hear about the multiple life crises I’ve had lately. You wouldn’t? That’s all right. I’d rather not go through them again, anyway. Suppression, it is!
February 8, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Sorry about the concert Habibi. I hope the big baking adventure goes as well as expected.