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"Perfect is the enemy of good -
Dec. 17th, 2018 03:03 pmBut we got no idea what that was."
I'm trying to use pillowfort, I really am, it's just so slow that I start twitching before anything can load. Possibly later under the hope traffic will be down.
Meanwhile, on to today's attempt at adulting. I was reminded of one of the reasons that being a shut-in isolated from anyone could be a lot less stressful.
I'm delivering pizzas now. (Not this instant right now, because I can only imagine how bad texting while driving is, never mind blogging.) The people at the pizza place are nice, I like them, and BossLady rocks.
And what better way to say "Happy Holidays! Thanks for being awesome!" than a 13x9 slab of butter, coca, and minty booze?
It seemed like a good project for yesterday and today, as an activity to stave off stress-jitters from the tumblageddon. I took it in an hour ago, and it was greeted with much squee -
But I kinda totally forgot someone's having medical stuff done and thus is fasting until Wednesday. And now I'm freaking out about two whole tablespoons of minty booze, because what if the younger staff aren't supposed to get any alcohol, or the other delivery driver who's more an inhouse worker what delivers several days a week because they need the money? I don't know anyone well enough to know if there's some kind of family problem so any booze is a bad idea, and and and --
Intellectually, I know that taking the time and effort to make brownies means more than people actually being able to eat them or not. I took the time to include an ingredient list (which I can only hope is legible), so it's not like it's surprise!booze or whatever.
I just can't manage to quiet those extra doubts and worries and I know it's ridiculous, but brains are annoying. URGH, why is scrooging so much easier?
I'm trying to use pillowfort, I really am, it's just so slow that I start twitching before anything can load. Possibly later under the hope traffic will be down.
Meanwhile, on to today's attempt at adulting. I was reminded of one of the reasons that being a shut-in isolated from anyone could be a lot less stressful.
I'm delivering pizzas now. (Not this instant right now, because I can only imagine how bad texting while driving is, never mind blogging.) The people at the pizza place are nice, I like them, and BossLady rocks.
And what better way to say "Happy Holidays! Thanks for being awesome!" than a 13x9 slab of butter, coca, and minty booze?
It seemed like a good project for yesterday and today, as an activity to stave off stress-jitters from the tumblageddon. I took it in an hour ago, and it was greeted with much squee -
But I kinda totally forgot someone's having medical stuff done and thus is fasting until Wednesday. And now I'm freaking out about two whole tablespoons of minty booze, because what if the younger staff aren't supposed to get any alcohol, or the other delivery driver who's more an inhouse worker what delivers several days a week because they need the money? I don't know anyone well enough to know if there's some kind of family problem so any booze is a bad idea, and and and --
Intellectually, I know that taking the time and effort to make brownies means more than people actually being able to eat them or not. I took the time to include an ingredient list (which I can only hope is legible), so it's not like it's surprise!booze or whatever.
I just can't manage to quiet those extra doubts and worries and I know it's ridiculous, but brains are annoying. URGH, why is scrooging so much easier?
