Category: Ex Trailer Trash

I did a cooking marathon this weekend – if you count mixes and premade pie crusts and all the other cooking shortcuts I took. I DO know how to make pie crusts from scratch, but since it’s painful for me to roll them out any more, I usually just buy Marie Callender’s’ frozen, preferably deep…

Three days into training on new job. Commute’s a bitch (55 miles one-way) but worth every bit of it, particularly since it’s only a couple of weeks. Working with people I actually liked and respected from the old job, we’re having a blast, and the new systems blow the old out of the water. Simple,…

In some respects, I like working weekends. Overall they tend to be dead on the phones, so I frankly putter around online, or read a book, or whatever. But since we’re hemorrhaging personnel lately, it’s a wee bit different. There were in theory three of us there and a couple of people working from home…

The nursery rhyme’s English translation is “Are you sleeping (Brother John)?” I’m obviously not sleeping. I wish I were. My body and mind are all over the place. I’m giving my two weeks’ notice at work Monday, and my partner in Canada laid a bombshell on me around the same time I got my welcome…