Saying goodbye to my youth...

I've been getting ready leave Texas and head out to New Orleans. 

Today... deciding what clothes in the closet are making the move with me. 

The entire process was excruciatingly painful.  Clothes,  it turns out, are very important to me.  There's not a real reason for it.  I'm exceedingly grateful that I'm one of those people that annoy everyone else.  I can wear just about anything.   I'm essentially a walking clothes hanger.  So it's not like I have to hold on to these because it's hard to find anything that fits.

But there are clothes I love.  And I take very good care of them,  so they're are shirts here that are 20 years old.   I've managed to force myself though... the International Male shirts,  which looked so damned good on me, with their generous sleaves and dropped shoulders, narrow collars and cuffs,  are gonna of to find a new home.  A Miami Vice jacket has bid me a fond farewell and gently folded its turquoise self into a box, taking its place besides a half dozen rayon shirts sporting Chinese characters which I never knew the meaning of.

I am lost... bereft. .. abandoned...

I need vodka.

Here I am...

I know, I know, I said I was gonna check in on Sundays.  Monday is gonna have to do this week...  I've had to take it easy today.  I came about one inch from having heat stroke on Sunday.  

Its been hot this summer.  And everybody always goes, "but it's a dry heat..."  like that's supposed to make it better.  

I'll admit that 80% humidity is almost unbearable... but when you breath in 10 to 15% humidity, and exhale 30 to 35% humidity, just breathing dehydrates you.

Now, people who live on more arid parts of the country know this, but until recently, this part of Texas wasn't necessarily the more arid part of the state.  

Maybe it's global warming, but it's been extremely hot and dry this year and we aren't necessarily prepared for it.  

What out boils down to is that I pushed myself a little too hard on Sunday, and its challenging to drink enough liquid coming in... i really have a hard time drinking a gallon of water before noon, but as far as i can tell, that's what it's gonna take...

I'm also looking at keeping aspirin on me at all time, NOT Tylenol, not Ibuprofen,  old fashioned aspirin.  Turns out it makes you absorb water quicker.  

But, Since I had a big case of wore the hell out today... i crocheted.  Skulls for shoes...

And a couple of hanging bottles...

And I've about OD'd on TV.

The last day at the cotton candy company was ok... id spent two weeks hinting that i liked chocolate cake and come lunch... NOTHING.   

  

That's just hateful.  

Anyway... afternoon break showed up, and lo and behold... little debbie snack cakes.   

Better than nothing.

Later...

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been posting as much lately... in the midst of getting ready to move and I just haven't had five minutes to tap a keyboard. 

It's starting to dawn on me how big a change I'm making.  Its huge.  And long overdue.  And a bit scary, but in a good way...

I'm booked into Saint Vincent's again, and finding a permanent home is a priority when I get there.  Also, getting in contact with casting directors, and day labor services, and applying for permanent jobs... basically what I'm saying is that I'm gonna be way to busy... so I don't know how much I'll be on blogger.  Or Facebook. 

Not abandoning you.  Just occupied.  I'll try to make a point of checking every Sunday tho...

Tatted skull

Actually not to thrilled with this experiment... I'm not even gonna post the pattern.  But it's a first try, who gets a new pattern on a first try, right? and I'm gonna another. 

And there we are.

Holding pattern...

Here's the thing... I've decided to make my move( to New Orleans.  But I'm still making cotton candy at the factory as a couple of extra paychecks will certainly come in handy...  (by the way... I got my 90 day raise after I'd been there for six months,  50 cents an hour.  I feel like pinching someone's head.)  The thing is... after you've decided that you're quitting a job eventually anyway, you suddenly become very intolerant of idiocy from the employers.  I haven't flipped my lid yet... but I'm verging close...

Yesterday, I came very very close.  I showed up too find out that two coworkers had left for Mexico over the weekend, and another had gotten arrested and was sitting I'm jail.  The one who was arrested, a young lady, was sitting in a cell on traffic warrants, and her boyfriend and father of her child, wasn't bailing her out. 

Now I was raised old school... a man doesn't let the mother of his child sit in jail.  Any man that does is quite frankly,  not a man.  But I  managed to bite my tongue and get through the day and even ramped up production to try to catch up on orders... of course going that quick you sacrifice accuracy on the scales... so boss decided that he was gonna have a fuss with me about the bags averaging 2/10 of an ounce heavy, and myself and two other of the employees decided we could just shove a bag over his head and take bets on how long it took him to pass out...  but, we didn't. 

So,  I'm in holding mode.  Boss don't know I'm leaving yet... And he may not know till I pick up that last paycheck... face it, you go around being a jackass and some of us don't feel obliged to treat you like anything but a jackass...