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Nov. 9th, 2015 12:50 pmThe secession from the ranks of Responsible Adulthood on Saturday mostly worked. Only mostly, because feeding the cats is Responsible, but not negotiable. I cashed in my change collection because it was just about time, and my change collection is always mad money. So I ended up with $74 in mad money (which was really $85, but the Coinstar machine takes 10.9 cents per dollar), and one rupee. I suspect the rupee came from the cafeteria at work, which is where most of my random Canadian change also comes from. The Canadian endodontic resident must not have gone home recently.
I also threw the entire diet idea out the window and bought some groceries I usually don't buy because I eat them, and ate what I wanted, when I wanted to. Including the most evil variation on Annie's mac and cheese I've ever come up with: skip the milk and use mascarpone instead. I'm probably going to be very sorry in three weeks (that's how long weight fluctuations take to catch up with me), but I wasn't sorry at all on Saturday. For once I wasn't sitting around being hungry and waiting for it to be mealtime. I went and ate a couple of oatmeal cookies because dammit, I wanted oatmeal cookies at that instant minute.
It feels like next week is the end of November already, because it's the week before Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving week isn't going to be conducive to getting much of anything done. And then it's going to be December and everybody's going to start running around like chickens with their heads cut off because we'll only have another seven and a half months to put meat on the skeleton of the new curriculum (which we're approving next week). I suppose it's job security, since I'm the curriculum coordinator. Although "coordinator" doesn't mean what you think it means. In the institutional HR language around here, it means "glorified administrative assistant". Fortunately my boss lets me do fun stuff too.
I also threw the entire diet idea out the window and bought some groceries I usually don't buy because I eat them, and ate what I wanted, when I wanted to. Including the most evil variation on Annie's mac and cheese I've ever come up with: skip the milk and use mascarpone instead. I'm probably going to be very sorry in three weeks (that's how long weight fluctuations take to catch up with me), but I wasn't sorry at all on Saturday. For once I wasn't sitting around being hungry and waiting for it to be mealtime. I went and ate a couple of oatmeal cookies because dammit, I wanted oatmeal cookies at that instant minute.
It feels like next week is the end of November already, because it's the week before Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving week isn't going to be conducive to getting much of anything done. And then it's going to be December and everybody's going to start running around like chickens with their heads cut off because we'll only have another seven and a half months to put meat on the skeleton of the new curriculum (which we're approving next week). I suppose it's job security, since I'm the curriculum coordinator. Although "coordinator" doesn't mean what you think it means. In the institutional HR language around here, it means "glorified administrative assistant". Fortunately my boss lets me do fun stuff too.
