The Week That Was

This post is just going to be a recap of the happenings of the last week with a few pictures weaved in to break up the text that may or may not have to do with the stories. Early last week, the weather was gorgeous for January in Colorado. We had two days above 70 degrees (normal high temperatures this time of year are more like the mid-40s). Those two days made me very glad that I have a job where I can be outdoors for the majority of the day.

Enjoying the unseasonably warm weather when Jonesy popped in for a kiss.

Then there was yesterday. The forecasts had called for less than an inch of snow to fall overnight Saturday into Sunday. So imagine my surprise when I woke up to around 8 inches of snow in my yard. I think I cleared closer to a foot of snow off my car (which was cold and allowed the snow to accumulate faster). That's Colorado for you though, 70 degrees and sunny to almost a foot of snow in less than a week.

An inch or less of snow, my foot!

Saturday was a heck of a day for me. I got to work and saw that for this week they only had me scheduled for a total of 8 hours. I'm available to work there any amount of hours, 4 days a week and they give me two days with four shifts, what a waste of my time. I've been getting quite frustrated with this job and that was pretty much my last straw. I've worked this job for 2.5 years and since the newest set of management has taken over, things have gone downhill. They hire tons of people and keep even their longer term employees like me (I think I'm 3rd in line in seniority now) strung along with very few hours so they don't have to provide benefits for anyone I'm guessing.

Today, I officially put in my two week's notice to quit. Yesterday the head manager was not working and I wanted to give myself a day or two to make sure I was doing the right thing. Luckily, I'm getting enough hours at my other job right now to be able to pay all my bills. And as business picks up there in the next month or two, I'll be getting more hours than I can shake a stick at. If necessary, I can take another part time to fill in the gaps for a little while too.

Back to Saturday, at work that morning I managed to drop the keys I carry around for work into the toilet. The little clasp that keeps them hooked to my belt loop decided to give out right as I was standing up from the toilet. If you've ever dropped anything into the toilet, I'm sure you have an inkling of the absolute disgust I felt when I heard that metallic clink on the porcelain. So, for a lovely mental image (hey, I had to live through it!) I had to go fishing in the toilet I had just peed in for keys. Then I vigorously scrubbed my hands and the keys for a good ten minutes. And just for good measure, I dipped the keys in hand sanitizer as well.

My car's odometer hit 350K last week and I missed it. :( -Also, I clearly need to clean off my instrument panel...I don't remember splattering anything on it, but it's dirty.

That was not the end of my bad luck for the day though, as it continued that evening at home. I went into the kitchen and decided to cook breakfast for dinner: french toast and bacon. I started to cook the bacon, then somehow, after multiple trips back and forth across the kitchen, managed to step on a shard of glass. My brother, apparently, shattered a glass earlier in the day and not only didn't warn me (I'd have been wearing shoes in there had I known!) he failed to clean up very well.

Personally, if I shatter something, I sweep up the big pieces of glass and then even on tile floors, I'll hit it with the vacuum cleaner. You gotta get all those little bits of glass up off the floor. You know, so someone like me doesn't end up with shards of glass in her foot. Thank goodness it was me, not the dogs or the cat who had stepped on the glass. When I went back in to vacuum the floor, I saw several sizable shards of glass on the floor.

I ran from the kitchen to my bedroom, where I keep my first aid supplies due to low storage space in the bathroom. Also, my tweezers are kept in my purse, you never know when you'll get a splinter (at least if you're me it's a pretty frequent occurrence). I pulled one smaller shard of glass out of the ball of my foot and that's when it started bleeding, not just a little, but gushing. I could tell there was another piece of glass trapped under the skin, but I was hesitant to pull it out. Would it hurt more to do it myself or should I call my mommy for help?

I opted to dig it out myself, whilst dripping blood on my carpet. It was hard to see what I was doing with all the blood, but I managed to work the larger shard of glass out of the skin. I cleaned up the wound and put a bandage on it to help stop the bleeding. Then, I stared to smell smoke. THE BACON! Too late, the bacon was fairly well burnt and of course this was the last of my bacon. The dogs were excited to have some bacon after it cooled off and not at all upset that it was blackened.

Later, the bandage that I had on my foot fell off because it's difficult to get anything to stick to the ball of your foot. Now that the bleeding had quit, I inspected my wound and it was not a long cut, but it went pretty deep. Had it been on a less fatty portion of my foot, I may have gone to to the emergency room instead of just taking care of it on my own. At last check, it was looking pretty good, I don't think it will get infected. Fortunately, me being me, there's a big stock of antibiotic ointment and bandages to keep it covered until it's dried out enough to not stick to the inside of my socks.

Here's a nice sunset from last week to take your mind off all the gory details if you're upset by that sort of thing.

In fact, I may use some super glue to close the flap of skin up before work tomorrow. I can't imagine a bandage staying in place for 12 hours while I'm on my feet most of the day. It might sound weird, but someone told me super glue is similar to surgical glue and I use it regularly to close cracks in the skin around my finger nails. Winter is hard on my skin and Colorado is not a very humid environment in the best of times, so my skin splits no matter how much I moisturize and it's painful. Although, maybe I'll hold off on the super glue because I'm not sure it's a good idea with a deeper cut like this. If you never hear from me again, I guess we'll know I went ahead and it was a bad idea ha ha!

Anyway, on Sunday I think I had a pretty successful day. I didn't drop anything into the toilet. I didn't cut myself on anything. I didn't burn my meal. Those are all big positives after having a day like Saturday.