i knew i was forgetting something. monday! explains alot. like why chris had to go pick up kurtwood at school and bring him home and shave his head: apparently there are now new super-lice that don’t die when you slather them with rid two times in three days and nit-comb the heck out of the kid’s poor little head. so he has a buzz cut. cool, huh? and ok, i know i don’t have them, the nits are quite visible white, and my hair is quite a deep shade of red, and i would see them if they were there. they are not. does this prevent me from itching? no, no it doesn’t.
yeah, it was a monday.
and i do not want this to be a complaint, it’s just a stressor: after he left the office this evening, the car wash boss called me back and said, “what do bookkeepers make?”. i mumbled. he asked, would i like to work full time, and what would i want for money? i know this is a good thing. but i love my other job too. and i really honestly don’t know what to do. i’ve made pro/con lists, i’ve talked to chris, i’ve done spreadsheets of labor market surveys, i’ve had beers. i’ve distracted myself by organizing info on the hostees in preparation for the move. i’ve itched my head. i’ve decided not to decide tonight. i’ve package-tracked the cd burner my parents are sending me. it’s cool it’s one of those external ones, they don’t need it anymore. it
didn’t leave oregon till just a few minutes ago. i’m leaning towards the car wash. that might be a path of least resistence thing, and i don’t know if that’s a bad or a good thing. i’m having another beer. i’m thinking of putting up a new poll. i’m clicking post.