Weekly update
Dec. 16th, 2021 12:00 pmWell, it was a week. We are switching to a 2 weeks days, 2 weeks afternoons schedule in the new year at work. This would be okay, except now there are just two groups of technicians. This means I'll never see half of my department any more, except maybe for a minute or two at shift change. The especially crappy part is that my favourite coworker (who feels pretty close to a best friend) is in the other group, and not seeing them anymore is really gonna suck.
In other news, completing this post keeps my streak of dailies alive, I'm pretty much caught up on the cleaning for my family get together this Sunday, and I'm making decent progress on the blanket for my niece. I'm behind on the number of rows I wanted to have done (I was aiming for 20 a day and I'm about one day behind) but I'm actually still on target with the number of inches I wanted to have done, so I'm not in terrible shape. Hopefully, tomorrow and Saturday offer me enough time to both knit and finish up all the cleaning duties for Sunday.
Mini rant about song lyrics:
On the way home from work today, the song "I'll Name the Dogs" by Blake Shelton was on the radio. Now, I like this song but I was in a certain kind of mood this afternoon, and his song had me really wishing I could sing, because I want to sing this song. A little background: this song is about a man who's in love with a woman and wants to start a family with her, which is great. But he spends the whole song saying "I'll do this, you'll do that" (frex "You'll pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar"), and the activities follow "typical" gender roles. The line that started the whole thing is, "You'll be the pretty, I'll be the funny." I resent the pervasive feeling that women should just be pretty, and do the domestic stuff, while men do the rest. So. I would love to change the one spot where he says "girl" to say "boy" and sing this as a woman singing to a man. Except I can't sing, so I'll have to think of something else. But seriously, maybe *I* want to find the money while *you* find the spot.
Okay, I'm getting off the soap box now. I'm really looking forward to the Christmas break and the chance to have some time off. I hope y'all are still doing well, and that you all have a fantastic celebration season.
In other news, completing this post keeps my streak of dailies alive, I'm pretty much caught up on the cleaning for my family get together this Sunday, and I'm making decent progress on the blanket for my niece. I'm behind on the number of rows I wanted to have done (I was aiming for 20 a day and I'm about one day behind) but I'm actually still on target with the number of inches I wanted to have done, so I'm not in terrible shape. Hopefully, tomorrow and Saturday offer me enough time to both knit and finish up all the cleaning duties for Sunday.
Mini rant about song lyrics:
On the way home from work today, the song "I'll Name the Dogs" by Blake Shelton was on the radio. Now, I like this song but I was in a certain kind of mood this afternoon, and his song had me really wishing I could sing, because I want to sing this song. A little background: this song is about a man who's in love with a woman and wants to start a family with her, which is great. But he spends the whole song saying "I'll do this, you'll do that" (frex "You'll pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar"), and the activities follow "typical" gender roles. The line that started the whole thing is, "You'll be the pretty, I'll be the funny." I resent the pervasive feeling that women should just be pretty, and do the domestic stuff, while men do the rest. So. I would love to change the one spot where he says "girl" to say "boy" and sing this as a woman singing to a man. Except I can't sing, so I'll have to think of something else. But seriously, maybe *I* want to find the money while *you* find the spot.
Okay, I'm getting off the soap box now. I'm really looking forward to the Christmas break and the chance to have some time off. I hope y'all are still doing well, and that you all have a fantastic celebration season.