the everyday adventures of sabrina

i'm happy, hope you're happy too

Dear Candidate:

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You need a better recruiting firm.

You see, I just got a cold call at work from a recruiter at that firm, asking if I or someone here might be interested in offering you employment. You are a system administrator who works with Windows, and does desktop support. You have ten years of industry experience. You are currently working for a bank, but you want to leave. I don’t know who you are, or your last name, but I know you make … well, let’s just say you’re probably not real pleased about gas prices or the CTA fare hike, but you’re not hurting for disposable income either.

This was all completely unsolicited information, that the nice man from Remington International just handed out to a random stranger on the phone, all because he happened to know I was an IT manager.

Had I had a business relationship with him, sure, it would have been reasonable to float me some background on a candidate. But I didn’t. I could have been Fredericka de Ville, the Identity Theft Specialist who dabbles in management in her spare time, for all he knew.

You need a better recruiting firm, one that isn’t going around randomly handing out details — especially details that could cripple your salary negotiations with a new employer. I wish I could get your resume so I could call you and tell you that, but unfortunately, if I expressed any interest to the recruiter, I’m sure he’d never ever leave me alone, and I like being left alone.

Good luck with your job search. Working with these guys, you evidently are going to need it.

cheers,
–sabrina.

Hiya, new SP! I’m looking forward to this exchange! I had to skip out on SP10 due to time constraints so now I’m all eager. :)

Follow the jump if you’re either my SP, or just really want to read a bunch about my taste in yarn…

p.s. a shortcut to the SP11 category on the blog, if you don’t want to read the rest of my yammering on: http://ziggurat.org/blog/?cat=79.

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ah, my mortal enemy is on his way. i can hear his creeping, long before he is within my sight. the neighborhood children line the street in fear and trepidation, wondering how their lives will be forever changed by the impending doom. will today be the day? will he be enveloped in a ball of flame due to the power of a thousand people’s simultaneous hate? will a strange metaphysical occurance result in his inexplicable departure from this plane of existence? will a power beyond my ken reach out to end this ceaseless torment? will i ever be free of this loathesome aural assault?

the ice cream truck approacheth.

sadness

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i discovered this morning, while getting ready for work, that Tiger had destroyed my three oldest pairs of chucks.

i love chucks. i wear chucks often. they’re comfortable, they go with my personal style in a lot of circumstances, and it’s just sort of a thing. i have not been without a pair of wearable chucks since the early nineties. i always have chucks. i often have chucks in various states of disrepair, specifically for coordinating the amount of slack my outfit conveys. chucks rule!

but, sadly, now i am down from six pair to only three.

my oldest pair was a pair of royal blue lo-tops that dated from my days working for worldwide access. i actually gave them up as unsuitable for daily wear when i was working at nttc, and started keeping them at work for days when it rained and my shoes got wet on the way to work. they stayed at my desk for that at fastweb, too. when i started working at the university, they crept back into the closet, however. the soles were pretty worn and floppy (in that chucks floppy sole way), but the uppers were still fine, really, so i started wearing them again on occasion. they were a very faded blue, and covered with doodles from when i had been trapped in meetings at verio.

those were my last pair of pre-nike chucks, which no doubt accounts for their exceptional staying power.

then i had two pair of hi-tops, both purchased at the same time, about 6 years ago. one was maroon; the other black.

the maroon hi-tops were the only pair of chucks i have ever experienced significant structural failure on: two of the shoelace rivets ripped out of the canvas on the left shoe, leaving a gaping hole where the shoe couldn’t be laced. i, being an industrious sort of person, just laced the shoe up differently and kept on wearing them — since the rivets tore out shortly after i got the shoe, and i wasn’t going to give up yet. the soles were still pretty intact, and, apart from the rivet tear, the canvas still in reasonable shape. i’d spent a lot of quality ink doodling on the rubber sole on the arch of the foot. i liked those shoes. they were my only red shoes, and they went with a surprising number of things.

and finally, my beat-up black hi-tops. i actually have a new pair of black hi-tops, bought a few months ago. the old black ones had seen a lot of wear and were sort of raggedy, so i decided to get a nicer pair. but the old ones were really broken-in and super comfy, and really, the perfect shoe to wear when i just wanted to convey a general sense of how i couldn’t really care less about pretty much anything.

but they’re all gone now. my poor shoes. i loved my shoes, but i took them out to the garbage on my way to work today. my poor old shoes, unloved and left to rot away in a white plastic bag in the garbage bin. they deserved a nobler end than that!

So, I had this trunk.

Empty trunk with particle-board walls

I wanted to store yarn in it, but I didn’t want the yarn to catch on any of its particle board walls (which were a little rough).

My first plan was to line it with cedar closet paneling from Home Depot, but when I got to the store, I discovered that the paneling was not, as the web site had implied, actual cedar, but was just a sheet of hardboard veneered with a cedar print. So much for that plan.

So I decided I would hit my remnants at home, and line it with fabric. I knew I had fleece, which I planned to use for batting — both to make it nice and soft on the inside, but also to ensure that any splinters from the particle board wouldn’t work their way through the lining. Then I figured, I had some blue fabric I could use to line it.

I got home and raided my fabric stash, and discovered, to my pleasure, that (in addition to the plain blue cotton I had been thinking of using) I had in there a yard of purple velveteen I’d picked up sometime. I eyeballed it a little and decided to use that to line the trunk.

First, I started by gluing the fleece to the trunk with ordinary white glue. I used about a whole bottle of Elmer’s school glue. (I was going to staple it in, but the staples didn’t want to go in, so I gave up and went to glue instead.)

Gluing the fleece in

Yeah, that’s safety orange fleece. It was left over from a project I never completed, which was some sort of vague idea of a warm and cosy, yet bright and obvious, jacket for cold-weather biking. It was really the most obnoxious shade of orange you can imagine. But, it was going to be hidden beneath other fabric so I didn’t care.

Then I started gluing the velveteen in. I cut pieces for the ends first and glued them in place, planning to have a single long strip the width of the trunk for both the long sides and the bottom (and the same on the top), which would overlap and hide untrimmed edges.

End pieces

Velveteeny goodness

I had been trying to keep the edges neatly lined up with the brass edging on the trunk, using hot glue instead of white glue to ensure a good adhesion, but even so, sometimes there were little gaps. So I decided to edge it with some lace I got in a grab bag (and frankly had had No Fucking Clue what I would do with a whole spool of royal purple scalloped lace, so that worked out well for me), again using the hot glue gun.

Lace edging

Burned the crap out of my fingers a couple of times because the glue would come through the lace when I was tamping it down, but it all worked out well in the end. For now I have a swanky purple velveteen trunk! Just the thing for storing fuzzy yarns in:

Yarn!

But that was not nearly enough of a project for me, today. Despite the fact that I really only finished with the trunk at about 8 PM, I decided that what I really needed to do was to continue with my game plan for dinner: homemade spanakotiropita. In case you’re not familiar, that’s spinach cheese pie — layers of phillo dough, each individually brushed with butter, then cooked spinach with eggs, feta cheese, and sautéed onion, then more phillo. Phillo is a right pain in the ass to deal with. It’s paper-thin, and the sort of paper it’s thin like is the onionskin they print Bibles on. It dries out incredibly quickly — like, between the pile of dough and the pan 16 inches away — so you have to keep it covered at all times with a damp towel. And it’s so thin you have to be careful not to tear it with your pastry brush. Still: it’s delicious, and worth the bother. (Probably.)

One thing I noticed while chopping up my spinach:

This spinach is fat-free!

Oh, excellent, because I was worried I accidentally got the really high-fat spinach.

Then, there was more spinach that would fit in my pot. There was so much spinach I had to cook some of it down and then add more. There was spinach everywhere, especially when I was trying to stir it and accidentally flung bits of it on the floor. There was a ginormous pot of spinach on my stove! No one could ever eat this much spinach!

Enormous pot of spinach

(Well, until it’s surrounded by delicious feta cheese and enveloped in delicately browned, flaky, buttery phillo, anyways.)

And since I know everyone was dying to know how my little wool dyeing experiment — oh, hey, forgot to blog about that, didn’t I? So I handpainted some rovings:

A mess just waiting to happen

And then I steamed them and let them dry and they looked like so:

Dried, dyed roving

From there, I went first to the very tediously, very carefully split and predrafted pencil roving:

Balls of drafted roving

And then I spun some up (just a little bit to see how it looked and felt; I was spending most of my time on MS3 this week):

Yarn! Well, pre-yarn!

And hey, speaking of MS3 — hey, look, ma, I finally made it past Clue 1:

Hey, look, there's actually a pattern there

Before I had my little mission to Mars to go out shopping in search of trunk modification supplies today, I had thought I might actually get finished with Clue 2, but then, you know… craft happened. Still, I think I might have a fighting chance to get to Clue 3 by this weekend. When, you know, Clue 5 comes out. Oh well, all’s fair in war and knitting.

But now: my delicious baked spanakotiropita should be cool enough to cut myself a chunk of it, and a glass of delicious Rheinhessen Auslese awaits it, and me. Hooray!