It pleases me to no end that after years of not watching Good Times, I can still sing along with the theme song when I have the show on for background noise.
My gym bag has been absorbing cooking smells and is now passing them on to my gym clothes. This drives me INSANE. I've Febreezed my gym bag (albeit with watered-down, Target-brand fabric refresher) and I have really strong-smelling dryer sheets in it (again, Target brand ... maybe that's the problem), but to no avail. My clothes smell like food. I hate it. I'm not sure what my options are, and I do not want to spend money on a new gym bag. That's just silly.
Speaking of food smells, my apartment reeks of vinegar right now. I made a raspberry chipotle sauce, as I had raspberries and jalapeños that needed to be used up. The sauce is DELICIOUS, so I guess it's worth the smell of apple cider vinegar that I cooked for 20 minutes.
Today marks Day Two of forgetting my contacts at home, which means I had to work out wearing my glasses. DO NOT WANT. God, I hate it so much. But I still went to the gym and worked out. I rule.
I went in to work for a 7:30 interview today, and of course, the dude didn't answer his phone. I don't know why I bother doing that shit, because those assholes NEVER show up. Ever. Why schedule with me at an odd time and then not show? I'd rather you just flat-out refused. It's not like I'm giving you a hard sell or anything. You say no, I'm like, "Okay, cool. Have a nice day." A few hours later, the project was put on hold for a year. That made me feel better, for some reason.
Of course, when one project is put on hold, another takes it's place. We have to be improving. I don't know how we can't be, as busy as we are. I just put in for a bunch of vacation time -- I'm taking the week between Christmas and New Year's off -- and I still have 4.5 days left to use before December 31. Shit. I might end up using vacation time to get my IUD/Essure. It should be sick time, but if I use vacation time, I don't have to make up some lie about the medical procedure I'm having done. Spending vacation days crampy and whatnot doesn't seem right, though, either.
Oh, and my fantasy football team sucks.