One Stitch At A Thyme

Every weekend I tell myself I’m going to go to bed early and sleep in late the next day and it never happens. Case in point, here I sit typing my blog entry on a Saturday night and I should be in bed catching up on my sleep from last week. Anyway….

I’ve done little to no stitching since I’ve started working. I’m too tired when I get home and the weekends are filled with other things like grocery shopping and laundry. I tape all of my shows I use to watch through the week and watch them on the Saturday now. Most are on at 9:00pm or later and I have to be in bed by then if I’m going to get any rest.

I’ve started watching the 2005 version of Doctor Who on the Sci-Fi channel and I’m head-over-heels for Christopher Eccleston and he’s only 42 yrs old this last February. I love everything about him his quirky looks, sense of humor, his acting ability. I wonder if he’s married or single? I’ve bought myself a region-free DVD player so I can order the complete first season from Amazon.co.uk in PAL format and will be able to see it with nothing cut out like we get for the US airings.

Well, I really must end this so I can get to bed. I still need to make mom a mother’s day card for tomorrow, which I will end up doing tomorrow. Goodnight all.

I've been too tired to sit down and write this weekend, so I'll drop a few lines now. I'm getting use to standing on my feet; I've finally found a combination of shoe inserts that keep my heels from aching for the most part. The heat back in the store rooms are starting to get a bit warm and stuffy so a bought myself a battery powered fan to set on my work cart. That and a plastic desk organizer to keep the cart less cluttered. I don't know what's going to happen when I run out of kit orders to fill. Maybe go back to stuffing boards for a week or two, if my hand can hold out.

That's all for now.....

Well on Monday the 17th I told Arlene about my right hand stiffing up to the point where I was slowing down stuff boards and that I’d like to work to the end of the week. Instead of letting me go she wanted to know if I’d like to try working in the stock room, pulling parts for kits. She said, like assembly work it would only be on a temp basis. I said sure I’ll give it a try; little did I know it meant I’d be standing on my feet for 7 hours a day. Still it’s better than having shooting pains in both my hands. Anyway it’s a job and she didn’t just get rid of me; so now I’m a stockroom assistant.

Dennis is my new boss and he’s a real hoot. He‘s a real easy going guy, basically let’s me alone and doesn’t nag about how long it takes me to pull parts. Basically all I have to remember is how to fill out paper work, use the weighing machine, keep track of my counts, and what’s left over in the bins. He doesn’t even mind if I sneak a few minutes sitting down in a chair while I count out certain parts.

Maryann’s stitchery: I’ve been so tired and achy ever since I started work 2 months ago that I haven’t been able to stitch on her wedding present. I really need to try and work on it over the weekend so she at least gets it by Christmas if not on her wedding in June.

The fingers on my left hand are all swollen and numb. Soaked them in Epson salts for 30minutes and now their not so painful. Good news, my sinus infection is almost gone. Just the occasional cough and drippy nose. I still suck on cough drops all day long to keep my throat from drying out. That nasty crap called ABZOL (circuit board cleaner) gives me a headache when ever they open the de-greasing vat.

No fabric from Paw Prints yet. I’ll give them until the 14th and then email them. I really need to get started on that wedding project. Because with my sore hands I’ll only be able to sew on it on the weekends.

By the time I get home at 5:30pm I’m too tired to write anything in my blog. But if I don’t force myself to write something now I never will. It's hard to type with one hand. Because my left thumb is swollen from stuffing circuit boards for 8 hours. Looks like my stitching is going to be put on hold for a long while, until my hands get use to repetitive work.