Thursday, March 22, 2012
The Fancy Lady
I have made my way to the Master Bedroom, master meaning it is my room and I am taking it back over. No room is thoroughly clean yet, too many nooks and cranny's. And shit to clean.
If anyone is worried about me feeding myself, well you should. I made a tuna salad last night and I was not a happy camper. The Trader Joe's fresh peas did not freshen up according to the directions on the package. It said to boil them for 90 seconds. I think 90 years may have fixed that little problem.
Big Daddy is still interviewing his heart out, kinda sad that the one guy is in remission (good for him and bad for us), and one headhunter was so shady that BD called his boss (of course no "root cause" from the boss but a new plan and the boss is handling him now), and comments from 2 of his better headhunters that being on another continent just fucks it all up. He has a good lead now, and the one in the hip pocket and we will see. May be better to get home and then get a better job. That sounds so cold, but it is what it is.
Tomorrow is my favorite day, garbage day, and then I am getting my hair done. I am going to Farm's Market to pick up a case of wine and I might buy fresh meat. I have not had any since BD left and I am quite afraid to buy and cook it. If I can't cook peas what the hell am I going to do with meat.