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Indian week continued last night with Chana Masala. It was pretty tasty, but not as perfect as the Aloo Gobi. I still had two bowls, and enjoyed it very much. Garam Masala spice seems to be much more versatile than I had ever imagined. We may need to get more if we stay on the Indian food train. Tonight, either Saag Aloo or Saag Paneer or Tikka Masala. Either way, I need to run up to the store to get some ingredients.
our new ricemaker turned out to be not particularly non-stick, so it's soaking. Hopefully, I'll be able to get it clean for tonight.
Last night, I was so tired, I was getting irrationally angry about everything. Cat and dog nearly getting into it, angry and frustrated. Dad being a pain about bedtime, angry and frustrated. He only does this shit to me. Shelly doesn't have to put up with his "funny" whining about not wanting to go to bed. I know I was a little short with him, which I feel bad about, but for fuck's sake. He can't get undressed on his own, and the rest of us have to get up at 5am and 6:30am. I am aware that 9pm is an early bedtime. However, it's what works for Shelly, Jess and me.
By the time I got to bed, I was so keyed up that it took me forever to fall asleep. The cat was thankfully absent, so once I dozed off, I slept pretty well. Had he come in, I think I would have cried. As it was, I was having a racing heart rate, and just anxious as balls. It was less than fun.
Dad has a televisit with his PCP, so he can get his pain pills, so I had to take half a day off. I'm tired of always being the one who has to deal with doctor visits, but that seems to be my lot. I wish Shelly would tell me ahead of time when he's out of meds, so I can get an appt on a Friday and not take off time, but no, she tells me on Sunday "he'll need pills by Thursday."
Sorry I'm full of bitching today.
I got to meet my new managers virtually yesterday. They seem nice enough. They're in Staten Island, and they manage the team who does the NY markets up there as well. I guess it doesn't matter much, since we're all working from home where our managers are. They're very laid back, which will probably work well for my team.
our new ricemaker turned out to be not particularly non-stick, so it's soaking. Hopefully, I'll be able to get it clean for tonight.
Last night, I was so tired, I was getting irrationally angry about everything. Cat and dog nearly getting into it, angry and frustrated. Dad being a pain about bedtime, angry and frustrated. He only does this shit to me. Shelly doesn't have to put up with his "funny" whining about not wanting to go to bed. I know I was a little short with him, which I feel bad about, but for fuck's sake. He can't get undressed on his own, and the rest of us have to get up at 5am and 6:30am. I am aware that 9pm is an early bedtime. However, it's what works for Shelly, Jess and me.
By the time I got to bed, I was so keyed up that it took me forever to fall asleep. The cat was thankfully absent, so once I dozed off, I slept pretty well. Had he come in, I think I would have cried. As it was, I was having a racing heart rate, and just anxious as balls. It was less than fun.
Dad has a televisit with his PCP, so he can get his pain pills, so I had to take half a day off. I'm tired of always being the one who has to deal with doctor visits, but that seems to be my lot. I wish Shelly would tell me ahead of time when he's out of meds, so I can get an appt on a Friday and not take off time, but no, she tells me on Sunday "he'll need pills by Thursday."
Sorry I'm full of bitching today.
I got to meet my new managers virtually yesterday. They seem nice enough. They're in Staten Island, and they manage the team who does the NY markets up there as well. I guess it doesn't matter much, since we're all working from home where our managers are. They're very laid back, which will probably work well for my team.
