Memorial Day Weekend...

So I am now on the last day of the first 4 day weekend I have had in years. Ok, technically I went and worked for 4 hours yesterday, but all that involved was standing in the sun and talking to museum visitors, which isn't really work. It is socializing with a paycheck. I had big plans for this weekend though. J worked every day so I decided that I would work my little fingers to the bone and try to get the back of the Apres Ski Hoodie in the most recent Interweave Knits magazine done. But alas, I have worked exactly 2 rows on it. For some reason, since I started working at a yarn store, knitting has been the last thing I want to do. 

But this weekend I did go and buy J his birthday present (7 new pairs of boxer shorts and 2 shirts), go to lunch with Maureen, go to dinner with Kim and have coffee with a long lost cousin I haven't seen in probably 15 years. I also cut the dog's toenails and gave her a bath, during which she acted like I was dipping her in a fat of lye. J and I went to see the new Indiana Jones movie with Simon on Saturday. It was stupid, and we all agreed that that was $9 and 2 hours we couldn't get back. We ended the evening at The Pickled Onion playing pool and watching a guy with a HUGE mullet dance with himself.

Today I have spent most of my time laying around. It's nice to do that sometimes. I read a bit out of a new batch of infertility books I got in the mail last week.  Turns out that the #1 cause of infertility is people who don't have enough sex. I was floored. I mean can you imagine being a doctor and have a couple come in because they aren't pregnant and discovering that they only have sex once a month. Are people really that stupid? I mean sure, it is possible to have sex once a month and have a whole litter of children, but if they don't take into account the timing of this sex, then nothing is going to happen. And how good can sex once a month really be? Why bother being married to someone you don't want to make time to have sex with? People are just so uneducated. At least I know that a lack of sex is not our problem. 

I also had this big long discussion with my Rabbi about infertility being a punishment from God. He assured me that was not the case. I mean, I knew that is wasn't all along, but it just felt better having a "Higher" official tell me so also. Apparently Jews are all about the miracles of modern medicine. He ended the conversation with "anything that is going to bring more Jewish children into the world has to be ok with God." However, at this point we have decided to take a break from treatment. We are both going to work on loosing some weight, and we are really starting to seriously talk about moving back to Alaska at the end of the summer. J wants to spend more time with his dad, and at his cabin. I want to be around my mom since she has some rather serious health problems. In addition, a job that I am perfectly qualified for at the local museum will be opening in August. 

We are still certainly in the discussion phases, but at this point both of us really want to go back. We will see what actually happens when the time comes. 

Hey, does this blog make me look bitter?

So I was going back, reading some of the other posts I have made to this Blog, and I have come to a conclusion. I sound like a bitter, unhappy, and pissed off woman. This is totally not the case. I am semi fun, most of the time. People occasionally tell me I am amusing, and I am awesome in bed. I do have interests other than knitting and getting pregnant. So, here are some things that you may not know about me:

1. I am totally in love with my husband, even though people who don't know us well usually think we hate each other. 

2. I have every season of Highlander on DVD and I watch them often. Well all of them except Season 6, because I have chosen to pretend that season doesn't exist. 

3. I read practically anything and everything, from the classics to harlequin romance novels. And, if a book has a vampire love triangle in it, send it my way.

4. I secretly want to make soap, and I not so secretly want 

to decorate cakes for a living.

5. I have loved museums since I was 4 years old. 

6. I really don't hate J's cat as much as I sa

y I do.

7. I have a thing for men with black hair and blue eyes.

8. I love Fred Astaire movies.

So there it is, some things to prove to you, and me that I am 

a totally normal person. On a different note, Teply and I had a little photo shoot today. She was miserable, as you can see in the photos. First I put her in the Hug, but she gave me a death look, and then Weasely started fucking with her, teasing in a feline way. Th

en I tried to put Foliage on her, but she just tried to eat it.

So I went in search of another model, that wasn't me. I found Boy, and set him up to be my model. I think I might stick with him in the future. I put foliage on him. And then I got out this green cable knit hat that I made in January. It looks super weird on Boy, but on a real human, 

it is pretty cool looking. 

On a different note, J and I went to Oliver's Twist last night to meet up with some Grad. School frien

ds of mine. We took Simon with us, since he was just hanging around anyway. I swear, sometimes

 he is like my other husband, except I don't want to have sex with him. Anyway, after we left the bar and were driving to the International District to eat at Honey Court, 

Simon started telling me how J and I had the perfect marriag

e and he wanted someone that he could be himself around, like J can be around me. I though it was sweet, that someone else looks at our relationship and thinks it's as great as we do. We think it's kind of funny, how people think we d

on't really get along, but I guess when you have known each other since you were kids like J and I have, you interact with each other differently.  I 

told Simon that if he wants to get a girl like me, he had better move out of his mom's house first.

Yeah!!!! I got a New Job!!!!!!

So, a little over a week ago I was on Ravelry just checking stuff out. I belong to the Sheepless in Seattle group, and I was just poking around, catching up on posts since I had been on the SUPER VACATION and had missed out on two whole weeks worth of posts. I ran across a post from Sue from littleknits.com saying that she was looking for some employees. Since lately I have been in the habit of applying for anything that seems interesting, I sent off a resume and within the hour she had called me. We set up an interview, but honestly I didn't think much of it. I have been on alot of interviews lately and I always hear one of two things, "We are really looking for someone with mure museum experience" or "You are over qualified for this position". Honestly I see what the problem is most of the time.

I have a reasonable amount of experience in museum collections, but since i have spent the last year and a half slaving away in an education department for a boss I am reasonably convinced is Satan's great-aunt, I have lost that time. Which was ok. It was a full time job with benefits. And, had my life gone according to plan, that would have been super, and I would be getting ready to go on Maternity leave right now. Regardless, I digress.

As for being over qualified? Well I started applying to jobs that just sounded interesting, not necessarily museum jobs. I completly understand why I haven't gotten any of those positions in the past either. I mean, quite frankly it is super suspicious that someone who has apparently spent their entire life trying to work in a museum wants to leave a job in a museum and go work in a bookstore. I see the problem with that. Employeers will think of me as either someone that will only stick around long enough to find something better, or as a nut job that can't make up her mind.

Ok, back to the new job. I sat up an interview with Sue, which turned out to be the most un-orthadox interviews I have ever been to, since I am usually sat in front of a committee and asked questions like "describe a situation in which you used your leadership skills?"Anyway, she seemed super nice, if not a little hectic, and I was on a complete sensory overload standing ther amidst all that awesome yarn. Nevertheless, to make a long story short, she offered me a job.

And let me tell you, words cannot describe the sheer glee I felt when I got to hand my letter of resignation to my supervisor. Granted I do feel guilty about leaving everyone else at work, but I did a little dance at the thought of not having to have any more "short meetings" with her. I have been talking to my department director and I am going to get to stay on part-time here, but only doing education programs.

On a different note I thought I would post some pictures I took in Ephesus, just because they are pretty, and I always like to look at other people's pictures on their blogs.

Now, I have seen some cool things in my life, but Ephesus was truly spectacular and I completly recomend going there. Of course, traveling around Turkey is a moderately shady experience.

Back Home, Project Updates, and the Devil Boss....

So after a much needed holiday in Europe, I have now touched down back in Seattle. Honestly, by day 8 or so of the trip both J and I were ready to come home. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ready to go back to work or anything, but I was ready to sleep in my own bed and watch something on TV besides BBC World News. We went on a cruise of the Mediterranean, which was nice. I had never been on a cruise before, and am not completely convinced that I am a fan of them. Firstly, out of the 3,500 passengers on the ship, probably 100 of them spoke English. Therefore it was a little lonely, and more than once both of us made the comment that we wished we had brought some friends along, because we were tired of talking to each other. I slept a lot though, a byproduct of having a cabin without a window, it could be noon or midnight and we wouldn’t have known the difference. We just decided to tell people that we never left our room, which is true, but we weren’t doing what they think we were, well at least not the whole time.
Venice was nice, crowded, but nice. The really cool place was Turkey. We went to Izmir and Istanbul. At Izmir we saw the ruins of Ephesus, which were amazing, and crowded. And then in Istanbul we went to the Spice Market and the Justinian Cisterns. The latter of which is when J announced that he should have proposed to me there. I told him he could try that one on his next wife. Dubrovnik, Croatia was really neat too. I almost bought some knitted socks from a woman on the street but she wanted an outrageous amount of Euros for them and she was kind of bitchy. I think she was cultureist against Americans. So I ended up buying some embroidery with crotched edges for $10 from a very nice lady by a big fountain.
While I was gone I started working on some Endpaper Knits with some Red and blue Kauni I got at Acorn Street. I was all excited about the variegate colors, but I am almost done with the first one and it hasn’t changed colors at all. So now, I am probably going too end up with two mitts that don’t match. Of course that could be kind of cool, you never know. I have also made a vow not to start anything new until I have finished all of the projects I currently have going. Well maybe not all of them, since I am sure the green Aran sweater will never actually get finished. I need to finished Sally, and send her to my niece. Sally was supposed to be her 4th birthday present, but since her birthday is in 2 days and Sally still doesn’t have a dress, underwear, legs or hair. My Feather and Fan wrap is almost done, but I am going to be cutting it close on yarn. And I was going to make my mom something for Mother’s Day, but now I am just thinking I am going to send her a Pasha I made awhile back and call it good. She has also wanted some fingerless gloves for a few years now, so I may just send her the wonkey colored Endpaper Mitts.
On a whole different note, I had a small victory/setback at work today. It is no secret that I loathe my job with every fiber of my being. Actually let me rephrase that, I loathe my supervisor with every fiber of my being. Several times now I have been “called onto the carpet” by her for ridiculous things. An example is that I don’t make enough coffee throughout the day. Now how I became the office coffee maker is beyond me, apparently my predecessors were the office coffee makers and I am just continuing the role. However, for the sake of my own sanity I have been diligently making coffee several times a day, just to keep her happy, and to make my life easier until I can find another job and gleefully turn in my two weeks notice. So today I trudged down to the lounge to make more coffee, just as I have been told. While I was in there the big boss of the department walked in and we started chatting (he graduated from the same Master’s program as me). He made some comment about how I must have taken the last of the coffee and I said that no, that I didn’t even drink coffee, and I was just making more so we didn’t run out. He looked at me and said “Why, that’s not your job” I told him that I had been told several times that it was my job and that I was to do it throughout the day. He then told me to go with him, while he walked to my boss’s boss’s office. He then called my boss into the office and proceeded to tell both of them, rather forcefully that it was not my job to make coffee, or clean the refrigerator, or refill the sugars and creamer and that I was not to do them any more. It was at this point that I have some very mixed emotions. Firstly I was glad that someone finally stood up for me at work, but at the same time I knew that I would pay for this later. My supervisor has a habbit of calling me into a meeting to discuss all of the things I am doing wrong, a few days after she gets in trouble for something. The first time she neglected to do a background check on a volunteer that turned out to have a criminal record, I got screamed at for an hour about my dress code. Another time she neglected to file an incident report about security being called on one of her volunteers, and I got berated about my inability to make coffee or keep the staff refrigerator clean. And the most recent time she got a complaint from a visitor that she didn’t handle properly and I got yelled at again for my dress code, and not smiling enough. So now I am just wondering what I am going to get in trouble for now. And just for the record I would like to add that I dress just like everyone else in my department, but she wants me to wear heels, and I refuse.
I honestly think she is trying to make me quit, but my office mates promise me that isn’t what’s going on, she just has no idea how to be a supervisor. I just think she is evil.