Last weekend? Renaissance Festival. where i have decided that i may want to dress up next year... i never did before because MOST women? either wander around half-nekkie--dressed completely out of period, era, or context OR they dress as queens/princesses or wenches... none of these things fit me much, so? considering my Scottish background? i considered having a Scots dress made for me with a tam in my family's Tartan. [fuck yeah--YELLOW!] with lace up leather sandals, etc.
work in the past week? has been busy as fuck. our kitchen manager had to go out of town this weekend for her first time-off in FOREVER--not for any positive reason, but because she lost a relative. it's a shame how much a culinary job OWNS yer arse... so? the rest of us were picking up the slack like crazy, but out of the remaining 4? only 2 of us? (myself, included) REALLY work our tail off... so it was Chef and i hauling arse all day--especially Friday... i wanted to KILL something... too bad there was no butchery that day--carving the hell out of meat? would have been 'relaxing'.
Sunday? started RSO rehearsals--which was fucked up because apparently? i was not the only violist transplanted to the 2nd violin section--this week has been busy... work from 6 or 7am until 4-ish... come home shower... go to rehearsal... come home... go to sleep...
my repetitive motion crap has not improved... i'd like to know when i could get surgery on my wrist without totally fucking my life at present up the arse... it REALLY sucks... i can't tell you enough...
RAWR... that's what i always say...
work in the past week? has been busy as fuck. our kitchen manager had to go out of town this weekend for her first time-off in FOREVER--not for any positive reason, but because she lost a relative. it's a shame how much a culinary job OWNS yer arse... so? the rest of us were picking up the slack like crazy, but out of the remaining 4? only 2 of us? (myself, included) REALLY work our tail off... so it was Chef and i hauling arse all day--especially Friday... i wanted to KILL something... too bad there was no butchery that day--carving the hell out of meat? would have been 'relaxing'.
Sunday? started RSO rehearsals--which was fucked up because apparently? i was not the only violist transplanted to the 2nd violin section--this week has been busy... work from 6 or 7am until 4-ish... come home shower... go to rehearsal... come home... go to sleep...
my repetitive motion crap has not improved... i'd like to know when i could get surgery on my wrist without totally fucking my life at present up the arse... it REALLY sucks... i can't tell you enough...
RAWR... that's what i always say...
My family is Scottish as well (Clan McPherson). I used to go to a lot of the Highland Society festivals with my dad. I've never been to any renn fairs though.