This is a Tangent

Hello.

This is a breathing break.

Because I need to breathe.

Really everyone does to survive.

This break is just to appreciate the ability to breathe.

That feels so much better.

So, today at work I managed to get potato dust up my nose. Multiple times. Annoying yes. Not the worse thing to happen though. We have people who come in to do shopping for other people, who use the internet to order things from us. Tuesday is one of the days these order get filled at my store. The people who fill the order are called the Sendile ladies. They are volunteers. They are the same people who come in every single week. Plus their own shopping. Now really, do you think I am most patient with these people? You don't know where *this*-(rather obvious part of produce) is? And they wonder why we snap at them... Especially getting asked five questions in a row, just as it's starting to get busy. I *do* have a job. Unlike you. Didn't happen today, but has happened sooooooo many times it's hard not to get frustrated with them right off the bat. There's two really competent ladies though. Who actually have brains. And think. I like them, they're welcome to come anytime.

End rant.

Breathe.

I thought I might be getting sick again, so I cracked out the Vitamin C. And *poof* all cold symptoms gone, except for the itchness in my nose. Which I still blame on potato dust. Nobody had gone through them in a while= lots a bad ones, and alot of settled dust to disturb.

Breathe.

Now on to what this post is acutally about! Wouldn't you like to know?

Milly is very pretty. I adore my dog. -Note to self, need to get more bones-. -And brush the dog sometime this week-. I was thinking, even with all her problems, we really click. And I'm gonna miss her. And...

That's not what this post is about.

Breathe.

I am going in for my N on Friday at 2:45pm. I phoned yesterday. They scared the coherent thoughts out of me by asking if I wanted to go in tomorrow. (...Huh?...What! So soooon! Not READY!....ohsh...) So best of luck to me, eh?

Also not what this post is about.

I'm done quite a few things since actually posting a proper post last. That might be why I haven't posted a proper post... to much to talk about. I need to get my sister a birthday present, and Christmas presents. Huh. Right. Forgot about that. Finished some books it took me *months* to get through, a knitting project... Wish there was good news about German, but alas... However most of Chp3 of said story a couple of posts ago is almost done. The chapter that just got posted? Months to write and fine tune. Chp 3? -Five hours- It took *Five Hours* to get through three quaters of this chapter. It's *not* Fair!

Breathe.

Have you guessed yet? Also not what it's about.

Mother was ill. She went to hospitial, and could hardly get out of bed for a week. It was scary. I was there when she go really sick. Hospitials are really boring. I might've hurt something if I didn't have my book. She's mostly (hopefully) better now. Though some stuff was bothering her before too.

Melodrama.

Breathe.

The whole topic of my post?

*DRUM ROLL*

I am now a certified Produce Supervisor. Which sounds alot better than, say, Produce Clerk. It comes with an auto pay-raise. Yay me! Anyways cheerful thoughts and best wishes, and other such things. No funnies for you. My feet hurt. Too much standing. Back on topic. I wasn't on interwebs much besides writting this out for you.

Because judging from the overwhelming comments, you must miss me.