afternoon blogging

Being around lately is making me feel pretty blah. That’s kind of a gapingly broad statement so I guess I should clarify that “the norm” isn’t cutting it at the moment.

I’m thinking that my ability to do a job well has little to do with the enjoyment that I get out of doing said job. I didn’t much enjoy restaurant management – though granted, there were a few parts that I liked. I actually kind of liked customer service. I enjoy being able to help people with problems or questions, and even though I don’t particularly like talking on the phone I didn’t have a problem overcoming that in customer service. I know I’ve been griping about this sales job for a few months now, and I know that I keep saying that I’m not making any decisions about changing until I can get an idea for how much more money I’ll be making. But they don’t even know how they’re going to be evaluating the bonus situation which is EXTREMELY demotivating.

So I’ve spent an embarrassingly large amount of time today trying to find a bridesmaid dress for Amanda’s wedding (which is a week from Saturday). Did you guys know that you are really supposed to order things like bridesmaid dresses several weeks in advance because they tend to be custom-made? Ugh. I didn’t. So I found this one (below) which is just a regularly-sized dress and in stock and I paid for 3-day shipping. That way, if it doesn’t fit, I can go to the Green Hills Mall. Which is exactly what I did for Anna Laura’s wedding.


If it fits, I’m sure you’ll hear about it. If it doesn’t fit, I’ll probably complain about that as well. We’ll see! I don’t know if 3-day shipping means that it’ll get here Saturday, or Monday.

OK. I’m going to stop being unproductive and start being productive. I cannot wait to get home and play Skyrim tonight though. (Got my Breton character Astrud up to a level 100 in smithing AND in enchanting last night, so going to have some fun with dual-enchanting some dragonbone stuff.)

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I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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