I know this because I have managed to complete one whole glove in one whole day, basically. Yesterday the glove for pair #1 of wedding present set #1 looked like this:
I started it yesterday afternoon. Today after supper I finished it to this:
I worked on it for a while at work while stuck behind the cash register, but I'd finished it to the first three fingers as of last night. Again, for the record? My new boss sucks to a degree that I have only just begun to be able to describe. I'm seriously thinking of finding a different job, maybe I'll go back to being a substitute teacher's aide one day a week while I'm in the master's program, I dunno. I feel badly for even considering it because I would be bailing on all of the folks who work there as permanent staff who wouldn't be able to bail, or toss the mofo out on his tailbone either, since they just hired him. All the warning signs are there that I really ought to consider another option. Today after lunch, at the point that I was getting really annoyed, the headache, acid tummy and twitchy eyelid that I haven't really had to deal with since I worked at that horrible preschool (and once or twice during a certain class which I shan't relive,) all set in at once. I started to put away the new shipment of snack food, slowly, because my head hurt, and I hear "Why is Jen just standing around? Shouldn't T be doing something? Someone needs to put away all this food!" directed at my immediate supervisor. I then stopped what I was doing and stood there holding a box of rice chips for a couple of seconds trying to think of what to say. I looked over at the other student employee in question, who rolled her eyes at me and continued folding and stacking clothing, as she had been doing all along. I weighed my options, picked "fume and seethe but say nothing" and went back to putting away the bijillion boxes of snack food. It pissed me off pretty much for the rest of the day. I'm terrible at thinking of the proper thing to say in the moment, so I'll often choose to not say anything at all because I get so flustered. If I quit, though, I think I'm going to have to spend some time rehearsing what I'm going to say to him, because I want him to be fully cognizant of the fact that HE is the direct reason that the bookstore is losing one of their most experienced employees, and I kind of want him to feel really badly about it. I have a mild notion that if he realizes that he's being such a colossal asshole that he might make an effort to be less of an asshole. This is, of course, a pipe dream.
Earlier this week![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
young_raven sent me a very sweet cheer-me-up prezzy. It totally worked, by the way.
Behold the cute horsie fuzziness! 
This is getting pretty picture intensive, so if you'd like to change to the cooking channel now, click the cut tag below.
That seems sufficient for now.
I started it yesterday afternoon. Today after supper I finished it to this:
I worked on it for a while at work while stuck behind the cash register, but I'd finished it to the first three fingers as of last night. Again, for the record? My new boss sucks to a degree that I have only just begun to be able to describe. I'm seriously thinking of finding a different job, maybe I'll go back to being a substitute teacher's aide one day a week while I'm in the master's program, I dunno. I feel badly for even considering it because I would be bailing on all of the folks who work there as permanent staff who wouldn't be able to bail, or toss the mofo out on his tailbone either, since they just hired him. All the warning signs are there that I really ought to consider another option. Today after lunch, at the point that I was getting really annoyed, the headache, acid tummy and twitchy eyelid that I haven't really had to deal with since I worked at that horrible preschool (and once or twice during a certain class which I shan't relive,) all set in at once. I started to put away the new shipment of snack food, slowly, because my head hurt, and I hear "Why is Jen just standing around? Shouldn't T be doing something? Someone needs to put away all this food!" directed at my immediate supervisor. I then stopped what I was doing and stood there holding a box of rice chips for a couple of seconds trying to think of what to say. I looked over at the other student employee in question, who rolled her eyes at me and continued folding and stacking clothing, as she had been doing all along. I weighed my options, picked "fume and seethe but say nothing" and went back to putting away the bijillion boxes of snack food. It pissed me off pretty much for the rest of the day. I'm terrible at thinking of the proper thing to say in the moment, so I'll often choose to not say anything at all because I get so flustered. If I quit, though, I think I'm going to have to spend some time rehearsing what I'm going to say to him, because I want him to be fully cognizant of the fact that HE is the direct reason that the bookstore is losing one of their most experienced employees, and I kind of want him to feel really badly about it. I have a mild notion that if he realizes that he's being such a colossal asshole that he might make an effort to be less of an asshole. This is, of course, a pipe dream.
Earlier this week
young_raven sent me a very sweet cheer-me-up prezzy. It totally worked, by the way. Behold the cute horsie fuzziness! This is getting pretty picture intensive, so if you'd like to change to the cooking channel now, click the cut tag below.
That seems sufficient for now.
