I was driving home from work yesterday, when I noticed a red metallic heart hovering about ten feet in the air in front of someone's garage. It moved away from me as I approached, no vertical movement, just away, just enough for me to know that it wasn't tethered to anything. Very strange. It was that plastic bag in the breeze moment.
The strangest thing was when I thought, "but it's not valentine's day yet". Then I realized it was over a month ago. God, this job has me insane.
It's great, it's interesting, it's in the publishing field, but goddamn it's crazy. I realized when talking to Christy yesterday that it is like an American version of The Office. With stoners. We spent an hour talking about the virtues of envelopes versus boxes versus boxes within boxes. Jesus Christ.
On top of that insanity, there are always deadlines tomorrow and fires to put out (not literally; or if there are, the firestarter generally takes care of them). It makes the day go by in a wink, but I haven't had time to dawdle and blog-surf even once. Whine. Hell, I haven't had time to organize my desk.
I can't decide if I love it or hate it. A very Valentine's/relationship feeling. We'll just wait and see.
Travel news; still haven't taken that trip up the coast. Damn it. Maybe next weekend.
Knitting news; finished my first sock! I am very proud, and now have the toe of a second sock. And I still think it is completely insane to spend 5 hours on something that will go on my stinky feet, hidden under shoes. Maybe I'll just have to make them for friends with the blessing of linen fresh feet and those funny-ass clear boots specifically for showcasing knitted socks. Hmmm... I need some new friends.