I should have a category called “I’m am idiot”. Because this story should totally be filed under it.

There is a laundry room in my building that has one washer and one dryer. And in order to get to it, you have to go outside and then down a steep set if stairs into a creepy basement. No way. Not this girl.

So I take my laundry out to Santa Rosa or to lisa or miss p’s house. For almost a YEAR now. And not once have I left my laundry. Until this time.

All of my laundry… in Santa Rosa. Not a thing to wear to work. Winemonkey was kind enough to meet me halfway with my clothes on Tuesday.

Hopefully I can also file this under “things that will never happen again”.

This weekend will be my first weekend out at the winery for harvest. I have mixed feelings about the situation. Last year, I worked the whole harvest. From beginning to end. And this year I am at a job in Sacramento, only hearing about the days through Winemonkey, who is exceptionally tired when he gets home from work.

So tomorrow I will be getting up earlier than I do for my weekday job, stand in the hot sun and sort through grapes. And I couldn’t be happier about it. Although last weekend I got a taste of what it is like to not have to worry about anyone other than myself and ultimately do whatever I feel like. This weekend is going to be nothing like that weekend.

peanut butter toast and iced tea

Updating blogs. Because I am apparently behind.

Lisa and I are similar. Sometimes our luck is less than stellar. For example, yesterday Lisa bought a beautiful patio set because they have a nice patio and she wanted to take naps outside. So last night we were outside relaxing and we could hear her neighbors building something. An outside bar.

So all of those evenings that my sister will be outside trying to relax, her neighbors will be throwing keggers. Or at least we hope not.

I am 30 years old. And I have never spent a Christmas away from my family.

Today at work they told us that no one could take vacation at Christmas time. Now, if I wanted to have a restriction like that on a job, I would prefer to be schlepping clothes at Macy’s where at least I would get a friggin’ wicked employee discount. I mean I only expect two things at a job:
1. Good pay
2. Ability to take time off when I want

So the whole budget crisis in CA has screwed with number 1. I live paycheck to paycheck hoping that the next one isn’t going to be minimum wage. And now they’ve gone and screwed up 2.

I realize that we have a deadline, a big scary one, coming up on January 9th… But if I keep getting screwed out of the only two things that I need in a job, I’m not giing to want to stay through to the deadline.

I can’t even tell you how upset I will be if I don’t go home for Christmas. My grandma is slowing down these days and you can never be sure when that last Christmas with her will roll around. I even had Winemonkey on board for the trip to PA. I hope I can manage something.