laundry mishap

I am pissed. However, the disaster that caused the pissiness is of my own lack of thinking, so I suppose that it is okay. Do you have a favorite pair of jeans? I do. Really, I consider them my only pair of jeans (besides the nasty ones that I wear to work that is). I do in fact have two other pairs of "every day wearable jeans," but they have never been my friends, in fact I have probably not worn them more than once or twice. I was saddened the other day when I noticed that my favorite pair of jeans was wearing thin in several different locations and that the slightest of wrong movements could spell disaster. This got me to thinking about weather I was going to try to find a new pair of favorite jeans or if I would try to reenforce the weakening fabric and wear them still. Then came the laundry mishap. It is my habit to try to do laundry every Sunday, whether it "needs" to be done or not. However, I try no to be a waster, so if there is not enough dirty clothes to seperate by color, I throw them all in at once. (This had never been a problem before, but it now proves to be a terrible idea.) I think that it was those damn blue underwear, at least that is all that I can figure. Now, my favorite jeans are mostly unwearable.

I just ordered two new pairs of jeans. It is a bit of a rush because well, I need jeans. It would seem that I have gained a pound or two since last summer (which is when I got my two other pairs of jeans) because though they are wearable, they are a bit snug, and well, you know how I feel about things being snug. It is my great hope that I will find in one of my newly ordered pairs of jeans a new favorite pair. I will sit in mourning until they arrive, and then I will do my best to move on.

the news.

Sometimes I forget the blogging exists. My computer wouldn't turn on. It was the strangest thing, and then one day, it just worked. There is no apparent explanation. I think maybe it is Talya's fault. It worked when I left Akron. When I got to Athens, it wouldn't work. Oh well.

Those of you who are vegetarians or the good kind of meat meat eaters, or the ones that wear only sweatshop free clothing, or eat only organics... how do you do it? I wish that I was a better person. I don't know how. I am a lot of talk, but when it means doing something besides talking... yeah, well. I am really frustrated with myself in this regard.

Last week, the plant manager was on vacation. So, I worked as acting plant manager. He gets payed the big bucks. I thought that since I was doing exactly the job that he does every day, I too should make the big bucks for the week. The boss didn't agree with me on this point. I made the little bucks. It was hard work and I don't know that my brain and Alcon Tool like abilities could have taken much more stretch. I can see now why he makes the big bucks. It left me wondering why it is if I am capable of doing his job so well, that I am still making the little bucks.

I am going to Motor City tomorrow, which for some reason is leaving me more uneasy than I would be if I were making the same trip to say, Columbus. Detroit just seems scary to me. Yes, I am going to see Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand. It really is quite exciting. Wish me luck.