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Knit In Public Day

Saturday was a great day for Chicago's first Knit in Public Day. I learn several things that day.
1. People I don't know are reading my blog, why, don't know, but these people are knitters which is cool. Because of the fact that knitters are reading my blog I need to focus more on the knitting and less of the bitching. My blog is out of date. I need to start cleaning house and updating.
2. Millenium Park really is cool, I kinda already knew that, but it is soooo nice, well worth the billions it went over budget.
3. We found a new home for my SNB group. I want to call it the 'original' SNB group, but now we had to split ways, and now we have the Wickerpark group, I guess the 'cool' people will have to find a new location too. Sorry to see that I'm not cool, even sadder to think that grown-ups still care about that shit. All I can say is that I've been to almost all the meetings in the last 5 years and while we don't have membership dues, attendance and dedication should count toward something.
4. I need to knit more.
5. I need to go on a diet, and not a yarn diet.
So that's it. I will try very very hard over the next 3 or so weeks not to bitch too much about work even though I am now left alone with three managers who I hate, get paid more than me and are helpless. I look forward to the day when I can say adios.

It's Here!

Time-Out!

So a little week in review. Racheal's birthday/house warming party last Saturday was um, kind of interesting if not a little weird. Hint, drinking to get drunk is only fun and amusing if others are joining in, going solo, not so good, but very enlightening! I made some of the best damn hummus, regular, curry and my new fav guijillo (sp?) chili, very good, kudos to Rick Bayless and my co-worker for introducing me to those dried little chilies, the possibilities are endless. Sunday we had our usual get together minus Racheal who was brought down with a cold. Valerie stepped up to the bat and we did a little experimental cooking. What we cam up with with the crap I had in the house were potato pancakes and a new concoction, Brown Betty Henderson, we're saluting our grandmothers who are both named Betty, and it was damned yummy too!!!


Stitch and Bitch was very interesting on tueday as our meeting place was evicted, so with the brainpower behind the first five of us to show up we wrote a note, attached it via bandaids to the door and headed of to Letizicia's, home of the splinter SNB group on Thursdays, oops, were taking over. That was actually really cool, they have real food, real baked goods, and real beer. The rest of the week was all shite, Mary's last day is tomorrow and I'm really jealous and envious at the same time, take me with you. I've reached a resolve to ride it out until July 1st, so I can get the other half of my PTO and then leave that shite hole, and screw around with them a little on the way out. I had dinner with my old manager and co-workers, the ones I like, got a little lost in Oak Park, dropped by the Yarn store there briefly, and finally made it to Lalo's were I quickly order a very strong pina coloda. I'm very proud of myself, I tried a new food, chicken mole. It makes perfect sense that I would like that, I love chicken, I love spice, I love chocolate. On the way home, Mary drove because I was quite buzzed, Linda called to inform me that my interview with Time-Out Chicago made it into the zine, page 6 for all you fans out there.
yea!!

HeHe, You Would Too...

Incest at Work

So I heard that the principal in the Breakfast Club died, bummer, that was my favorite movie in highschool and it was considered old then, gosh, I just realized that movie is over 20 years old. So some work news, our new ops manager is Dougie-Wuggie. So Doug is a really nice charming southern gay guy that started working as a sale person when I was at my other store. He also turned out to be best friends with the bitch manager and the partner to my regional, very incestuous place huh? He transferred to another store after finding it difficult to work and play with the same people. He was a sales person at this other location, then left to work for another company, was lured back to the other location to be a ops manager, transferred to another store as the store manager and now is transferring to my store to my ops manager, crap. Well Mary, my partner in crime at work, aka the merchandise assistant gave her two weeks, I hope now the comapny realizes that somethings rotten in the state of Denmark. 1 month, if I can hold of for at least one more month, I can really fuck with them and be the cherry on the cake and screw them good. Ahhhh, I'll be damned if I'm training anymore people to be my boss. Am I upset I was not asked, no, not really, I've come to realize that this is a game of chess to the company, they're wanting to surround head boss, keep him on his toes or force him out. Oh yea, turns out the ops manager was barely making 35,000, cheap effing company.
So I finished the back of the butterfly sweater, so its down hill form here, just have to do the sides, join and make the collar! The call went out for submissions for the new SnB book, it's designed to be more advanced so I'm going to retool my Urban hat pattern, make it with two colors and submit it. Thats it.

Misslunablu's Real Blue

I took a mental health day today, something I've been needing for the past week. It was the first time I didn't feel guilty for not being at work. My knitdrive has been broken for awhile but I think I fixed it and now I'm producing again. The next month and a half are going to be quite rocky for me, so if my blogging stops for a while that's why. I've tried to keep the writing to the knit in my life, but I find that the desire to bitch about work has come up again, so I'll just let a little out and let it be. My Operations Manager has resigned, things have gotten so bad that she's leaving and doesn't even have another job lined up. My co-worker who works with the merchanidise was offer the job (she didn't take it) instead of me, who works with the operations (a logical selection you would think), but I guess speaking up and asking questions that need to be asked but no one wants to address has labeled me a trouble maker. Basically if I were paid alot more it would be so much easier to turn my eyes form all the crap I see, but they don't so I speak up. It's ok though, I've lined up a temp agency so I can just get out of there. I am not a happy person right now and I feel sorry for my friends for seeing me like this, but I'm trying hard, looking at my choices, have a great friend to talk to, so I feel that things hard looking better, it's just going to be awhile.

If Only.

If I only had enough money I would quite my job and take a pay cut so I could do this all day. Pictures from my Lorna's Laces tour with Linda.
Ahhhh yarn! I was a bad girl, but not as bad as Linda!!