I made dinner tonight and it was really good. Since I have today off from chores (yippee!) I decided that I owed it to Gene and I that I try cooking. Hit the grocery store with absolutely no clue what I wanted to make. Stalked the canned soup aisle…nah, just couldn’t do it. Found the “Bag n’ Season” mixes and found one for pork tenderloin. Spent some time obsessing over which kind of tenderloin to buy and if it would be big enough…then remembered that Gene had BBQ for lunch. Felt sad (I’d been a little down since leaving work – what was that about?) and then I found this “Bag n’ Season Chicken Southwest Style”. So I made it and it was really, really good. I only used 8 chicken breast halves (I think the recipe called for 12, which would have been way too much!) and I included the black beans. Gene really liked it!! He even asked for seconds.
In other news, the weirdo I mentioned in yesterday’s post didn’t show up and anihilate the entire office. This morning, a county sherriff turned onto our street at work shortly before I did and I thought “Oh, shit, I’m going to find everyone shot to death…” but no, he was just checking on us, which was nice. The officer gave us his direct cell number but reminded us that he was going fishing this afternoon. I’m glad our nutjob bailed or else…well, things happen.
But they didn’t. And now, I’m going to commence a work vent. I don’t have enough to do right now so I find myself dreaming up stuff just to fill the time. If I’m not actively processing payroll, I’m begging our AP department for tasks (filing -yeah, FILING) or web surfing. And websurfing is what got me into trouble last time – well, part of it, anyway – and I’m terrified I’ll get into trouble again, but I just can’t spend hours staring at my hands. At least if I’m reading CNN I’m actively doing something. When I say that I have nothing to do, I am so serious. I have done all my filing – even the stuff that didn’t really need to be done (because it never gets looked at). I have dusted my desk. I have even taken paper towels and water and freaking detailed my desk. If I had a half a chance of not getting yelled at, I’d clean my car that nicely… My boss gives everything to the freaking temp and my boss’s boss dreams up projects that take an hour. Both of them like the temp and she’s not a bad person (I mean, hell, even the Ayatollah had fans) so there’s no chance of getting her sent home.
Things I did Today:
Processed my 2 pieces of real mail.
Cut 2 paychecks.
Made 3 FedEx labels.
Discussed report with IT manager.
Responded to a half dozen emails (1 of which was from my husband, another was my Daily Dilbert cartoon)
Discussed with boss…
…American Idol, origin of that greasy Constantine guy
…American Idol, how awful greasy guy sang Tuesday as compares to Wednesday
…American Idol, what a wacko Paula is
…Crazy things that used to happen in accounting department
…Bitchy memo old payroll clerk wrote in which she called IT Manager (then her boss) an asshole
…I-Pods
…First loves
…Dogs
…Crazy guy
…Cops re: crazy guy
…Boss’s boss re: crazy guy
…What pussies all the men in our office are (no men showed up today before 9 AM)
…Payroll newsletters
…Filing methods for invoices as opposed to checks
Oh, and I got to code invoices. That was actually a lot of fun and I was enjoying it, but then the temp took half of them. Ugh. I don’t think I’m going to lose my job (sometimes I do, but not right now) but there’s so little to keep me busy I almost feel guilty for being paid.
Try the Italian Herb Chicken. A BIG hit in our house. I use the tenders instead of the breasts. I put it over angel hair pasta and throw some grated mozzarella cheese on top. Beyond yummy! PS-Constantine is not greasy!!