I’ve been avoiding it for weeks. I’ve been in denial. I’ve been pretending it wasn’t true. But it was. There was just no getting around the harsh reality. Today I had to get under the bed storage for the sock yarn, which had expanded way beyond the ability of my designated stash containers to hold it.
The handpainted Etsy rovings gave a squeal of glee and promptly leapt into the bin vacated by the sock yarn.
And completely filled it. Overflowing, even.
I admit that I am powerless over fiber.
I have no intention of giving this up to a higher power.
I will not make amends.
Bill can bite me. I’m going solo on this one. He’s not my friend.
I am not sure if I said anything here or not, but I quit my job at the cafe two weeks ago and Sunday last was my final day there. I will miss my regulars, the people I got to work with, but I will not miss some of the issues that made me resign in the first place and I am feeling good about moving on to something less stressful. The olive oil store asked me to come back and so I’ve just made the move back there, which is really moving forward, both in pay and a lot of other respects. There’s some opportunity for advancement there and a future. It’s a good move for me. I’m really jumping for joy.
In other news, gods willing and the creek don’t rise, certified mail being trustworthy, I have mailed off my last debt management payment and am mere weeks away from being Certified Debt Free once it’s all been dispersed and the numbers added up. I own the car outright and I think I got all the medical bills, so… how crazy is that? NO debt. It’s almost unimaginable to me. Now I just have to make sure to make good choices and keep it that way.
Hmmm… perhaps I was too quick to tell Bill W. to piss off on the fiber thing. 😛
\m/ \m/ Heavy metal fingers, indeed.
I also caught Seasonal Startitis Syndrome and cast on for Lady Eleanor’s Stole. Clapotis? What Clapotis? I’m not kneeting no steenkin Clapotis.