Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
I ate curds and whey this morning and it was actually quite good. I thought it was yogurt, but after I went into my cheese room to dump the other batches of cheese and discovered I did not grab the jar that was yogurt. Oh well, I put the yogurt in the refrigerator and put the cheese up to drain. I’ve been making small batches of cheese in gallon-size glass jars, which works really well. I made yogurt the same day as I made a batch of cheese and I should have labeled the yogurt jar, but I did not.
A spider didn’t scare me away, but I had a severe anxiety attack this morning. It was so extreme, I had to call Wally at work to calm me down. Calling Wally at work used to be easy; but now, I have to call the department he used to work for and ask them to find Wally and have him call me. Needless to say, I don’t do this too often. Can I tell you how much I love Wally? He’s my anchor, my rock, my life.
I think the attack was in part, due to being over-tired from my ride yesterday, but it’s also due to the job situation. I thought I had a second job lined up, but it fell through. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a good thing that it did fall through as I’m sure it would have been a horrible situation. It’s a damned good thing for people like this employer (read: people who have more money than they need) have access to people like me who are willing to do almost anything to make a buck. I know from first-hand experience that this employer likes to own people; you have no life other than the work you do for them. For example, if I was working for them, I would have been late yesterday because I was lost on the mountain. That’s no excuse, I would have been fired. If you screw up, you’re gone and we’ll put another advertisement on Craigslist to get another 100 applications from desperate people.
I’m much calmer now and I know a hot shower is going to feel really, really good.
Until later …