wee bits

I hate to complain, but work has been hell this week. Ugh..we had a meeting. It like everyone has some way of doing something..but not exactly all the same. So I feel I have so many bosses..and just why can't I get it done quick enough?

“It’s only gonna take a little time before we start to lose our minds.”

—	AWOLnation - Wake Up

So I'm trying not to over react. But still.. I dunno. It does get to me..I'm afraid. What gets me..is how they want you to work this time, but not that time and then its like they get mad at you, when you have to take time off. Of course, its not exactly when you wanted time off. I have a feeling most have this to deal with, where ever you work.

So I'm not exactly in the holiday mood. But we will be grilling. However, we will not be boozing up like at Cinco De Mayo. Although, what did my dad go out and buy..new Margarita mixers. "You have to try them..you have too.."

This is not a good thing with my brother and his significant other, who seem to be pushing back the wedding..again and again..

Oh..I've heard rumor from one co-worker that I'll never get married..and if I do, chances are it wouldn't last. 2 months tops.

Oh..well..

Lets hope June will be better. Where has spring gone???

 laural
nanlew

Jama and Marco

He talked a good talk. I guess.

But he'd never made the simplest of things.

"Not even a pair of sleep pants?" Maybe all Marco was was someone who put pen to paper. Maybe there would be more in it for him if he drew a story or something a bit more creative.

He winced as if I were ridiculous.

"How would you do that?" His serious question pondered as if I knew a secret he didn't.

"Well." I ate at my half of the sandwich while he nursed on a beer. I had a feeling we'd be here all night. "There were these sheets. They were pin strip. Me mum, tossed them cause I got ink on them."

He looked at me as it that were strange.

"So, I write in bed." I shrugged. Was that so horrible? "Used to anyway." I hadn't looked at my colored notebooks with the colored ink, in ages. Not since Jules. It was like I had nothing to really think on, anymore. Like it was all to be about him.

"Anyway, I looked at some old pajamas I'd wore out. The nickers, anyway. And I made a pattern."

"So you're saying, you really couldn't just do it, on your own?" He looked a bit soured about my discovery.

"Well, excuse me." I scowled as if he needed a good kick under the table. "Where would you start? Making a pattern?" I'd used my ingenuity. I bet he hadn't.

"I had plenty of material. And I used the old elastic from the old pair. It was good fit, after all said and done." I sighed as I picked at the bread.

"So you're saying, I need to take a part the garment." He was listening.

"Yes. It might be a good start." I hugged myself thinking how long could I be stuck here.

"I have my mother's sewing machine." Marco told me. "I want you see it."

"Right now?" I winced. It was getting late. Practically morning. My eyes were burning. I needed rest.

"Of course, right now." Marco picked up my back pack. He stood up waiting. I only stared at him as if he must be kidding. But he took my hand. Perhaps I was too tired to say no.