Today was looking to be a great day. Except we got rain somewhere between the afternoon and the evening.
I looked up jobs, since I still don't have one and I'd really, really, really like to stay here, for which I need a job. I've found a few which have the hours and pay and nearness I want, but most require things like handyman skills, or the ability to not be in pain and probably fit into standard safety shoes. The two that were further away have one for which I'm certainly suitable, one which is vague, but not awful, and both are 90% sure to require me to find a bus route, if not more. I'm willing to do that, but I still have to send my job application.
I only check the non-governmental job sites once a week or so. If they order job offers near me, they're usually not biking-close and almost all of them require a bachelor's degree. I'd love to get one, but I'd love to stay sane more.
So I'm writing two application letters full of vim and happiness... Tomorrow. Today, I'm going to bed on time, so I don't make a habit of not showing up for work due to tiredness.
I tested my new bathrobe. It's brown, which was a better color than the fabric-softner blue they had. I grew up in the nineties. Dark blue, the only other option, does not appeal to me. I want my bathrobes either earthy or cheerful, my jeans not the obnoxious oooh-I'm-new, navy blue and my sweaters bright. I want to be able to alert oncoming traffic of my coming while wearing them. Unless it's a formal occasion, in which case I'll still go for diesel-blue or black. Or white. Or khaki. Just not prussian blue. So my bathrobe, which is awesome, is brown and I love it.
I also tried making dinner today. Meatballs and cherry sauce. The sauce is easy. The sauce went great. The meatballs however... It's hard to measure dry bread crumbs without a kitchen scale. So I eyeballed it. And I measured out the spices before I put in the meat. The result were very bready, crumbly meatballs that had little to no taste after cooking them. Boyfriend didn't like cherry sauce either. All-in-all, it could have gone better. And now we have tasteless meatballs and quite a bit of cherry sauce left. The meatballs will probably disappear over the course of the next few days, preferably into the trash can. The sauce... I could pour it over ice cream, except the cherry-in-diary combo makes me heave. I could put it on cake, but it's a bit too liquid for that. I could make pancakes if I was skilled with a spatula, or I could bake waffles if I had an iron, but I don't. That leaves 'bake cookies and dunk'. We have, for once and probably a limited time only, all the ingredients for basic baking in the house. I could make shortbread or sand cookies.
Then the Hermes dude showed up with a package for Boyfriend. Boyfriend hadn't ordered anything. Which meant it was my underwear. Some women like shopping. I hate and detest the principle because I can't decipher or flatter the fit of anything, but when I know my size and can trust the brand... Yeah, I'm now the proud owner of four pairs of lacy panties. And four more girl boxers. I tried out the panties already, because the sticker on the packaging said 'new cut!'. It's basically the old cut, except they no longer come in 3-pair combo packs and the lace has been given some growth hormones. They're comfy and they suit me. I'm keeping them.
I'm also pretty sure that they look good on me, since Boyfriend took about two minutes of watching me go 'Are you sure my butt doesn't look fat in this red?' before dragging me to the bedroom in a manly fashion and tearing them off.
All on all, a good day. Most rainy days are.
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