Moments before leaving the house to go to work on Saturday, I received a Facebook notice that a favorited band that used to play at most of my high school dances was having a reunion next month at a local bar & grille. The notice had just been posted but already several friends had replied that they intended to go. Now, understand that my high school was tiny. Teeny tiny. Actually, eentsie, weentsie tiny. Tiny as in, there were 13 people in my graduating class. So, getting four or five of us together at one time counts as a high school reunion. I was psyched. A high school reunion, a high school reunion that does not include a rubber chicken entree but does include a live band that will bring back so many fun memories. Like I said, I was psyched. And I went in to work all smiles & giggles & "Hey, how ya doing?" to everyone I passed.
I walked into work & discovered that all Hell was breaking loose. Actually, that's probably a slightly exaggerated description but things were going wrong and some manual adjustments were being made that would cause some slight confusion and a bit more effort. While the panic set in, I continued to tell myself that it would be fine. We'd deal with it. And we did. But as days like that go, things continued to tank. It was one of those Murphy's Law days that would leave even Murphy quaking in fear & confusion. Everything that could possibly go wrong did. And then things that couldn't possibly go wrong went wrong. The theme park's slogan is about the customers having their 'best day ever' and occasionally when an employee is having a bad day, you'll hear them joking about it being their 'best day ever.' Well, Saturday was so bad that almost every employee I encountered either asked me if I was having my best day ever or informed me that they were having their best day ever in that weird, giggly, a nervous breakdown is about to occur voice. It was just one of those days.
And then I came home to one dog growling at the dining room door and the other dog doing her 'there's something wrong' bark rather than her 'Oh, goodie! You're home!' bark. My first thought was that a opossum or raccoon had gotten in through the dog door. But no. No such luck.
Somehow, I managed to get a little bit of sleep between dreams of monster spiders. Sunday, I got up & did it all over again. Things were still going wrong at work but I did at least have a working computer so it wasn't quite as dramatic as the previous day. The biggest problem was the rain.
It didn't just rain. It monsooned! Actually, that's not correct either. It rained so hard it made a monsoon look like a light mist. And of course, my rain coat was a mile away in the car. By the time I got to the car, even my underwear were wet. And then I had to stop for gas and got even wetter if that's possible. I was so wet the gas station gave me a free slice of pizza when I went in to pay. Because of course their pay-at-the-pump thing was broken.
After a few scary hydroplaning episodes, I finally surfed my car home, stripped my soaking wet clothes off, put on some dry ones & fell into bed with soaking wet hair. I woke up this morning looking like
But the point of all that is.... all that drama was kind of fun. Well, maybe not 'fun' but it was certainly exciting and made the work hours pass by quickly. I never got any knitting done at work though.
But, I did finish a few WIP's (works in progress) in the mornings before work. I already showed you these, but here are the Outlander fingerless gloves on a hand model and a hat I finished.
|Faux cabled hat & Outlander fingerless gloves|
|blue faux cabled hat|
|hand dyed fingerless gloves|
Anyway... I was excited about the dye job though. And it could have been worse. I was using black dye so I could have ended up with gray hands instead of bright pink ones.
Anyway.... I turned this
|brown and white tweed|
|hand dyed fingerless gloves|
And last but not least, I managed to knit a few more rounds on this slouchy hat.