The Queen of Gel Globs

So today has been a mixed day so far.

On the downside, my package is definitely lost and will not be sent again. 19 euros down the drain. Also, no one from job applications has replied to my e-mails and letters. There's been no interesting job offers all week, and I've been looking. There's still no cleaner fluid in the studio, so any and all gel spills on my hands have to be forcibly scrubbed off. Someone decided glitter gels were a good idea in that situation. They weren't. And I forgot to ask for brown sugar from Boyfriend, so I can't make pity party cookies. Sadness.

On the plus side, it was quiet in the studio today. And J. wasn't there for the first four hours. And when the cat's away... S. let me put gel on her nails. Not all the stages, and I'm still not being allowed anywhere near a nail file, but I managed to not mess up on the two least damageable stages of gelling nails. I got to hold a brush and everything. I am the QUEEN OF GEL GLOBS FOR SHOVING STRASS STONES INTO! Not the most catchy of titles, but apt.

Going further, my responsibilities as studio slave have been upgraded from watching and pressing buttons to cleaning stamping plates, finding stamping plates, fetching whole arrays of colorsful gels and stealing anything and everything from Sis' desk. I think it's so only my fingerprints will be found when the stuff Sis (not the studio) is paying for turns up out of place. Oh well, her stamping plates are clean as a whistle. And I get to fill footbaths, though the tap system tends to turn that into flailing as I try not to flood the studio. I also have to mentally switch gears every time I talk to a customer, since I've had the 'du' form beaten into me at university, and customers are very much a 'Sie'. I might appear a tad slow in asking people if they want a drink, but darn it if I'm not polite.

We're making spaghetti tonight, and we found all the ingredients. Boyfriend bought everything, and then some. We've got enough onions for... Well, maybe we can make onion soup? Also, a few more carrots than bolognese sauce calls for, but that only means carrot mash later this week. Enough tomato concentrate to flavor an army's kettle of sauce with, and we already have pizza in the freezer, so I'm sort of lost on that part, but the stuff keeps for a long while in the fridge. And I could've sworn I asked for brown sugar, but I should shut up and make shopping lists before two in the morning. It helps. And I can make jelly pudding for dessert, so I get to decapitate a green gelatine bear tonight.

And tomorrow, I'm not required in the studio. I wasn't sure if I was going to begin with, but J. said there was very little for me to do, so I have her blessing to take the day off. So far, my plans are to hunt down a few cups of brown sugar and bake cookies. Maybe clean the oven. Oh, and we still have laundry, though that might get done today.

Another mixed thing is the veracity of Cindy's pregnancy. The veterinarian goes between PREGNANT! to 'nope, not pregnant' like a pendulum and refuses to decide. In the mean while, J. thinks she saw something heartbeat-like move in her precious puppy's belly and I am suspicious about the size of the tiny dog's nipples. Seeing as, if Cindy's pregnant, she'll most likely give birth on Wednesday, the vet is getting close to their decision deadline on the pregnancy question. I believe the last chance is today. It's entirely possible J. will get pissed if they get it wrong. In the mean while, I'm so starved for a canine companion I'm considering adopting the puppy if it exists, no matter how tiny it is or how arrogant its mother can be. God help me.