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Last year: This is the first job interview I've been on - ever - where the job itself excited me. |
I know, I know, it's an onerous task.
Speaking of onerous, I think my job is going to do me in. At least one of the people on the project is leaving before the project is done. I spent yesterday wrestling - almost literally - with my machine, trying to get my smart card reader to work. It still doesn't: for some reason, the background application keeps locking up.
I'm not sure whether to be irritable or relieved that this isn't the application I wrote. I mean, if I didn't write it, I don't have to attempt to debug it. On the other hand, the background stuff came from Microsoft, so we're unlikely to get it fixed any time in the near future. (Not to mention that no one else has this particular problem with it. Other problems, yes, but not this problem. It's so wonderful to be unique.)
Speaking of being unique, I have this problem with Internet Explorer: If I go to a page that has an ad banner from ad.doubleclick.com, about 90% of the time there's a problem loading the ad, and instead of just displaying the "broken image" picture in the ad link, I get an entire page to tell me "Cannot find server!" along with a bunch of less-than-helpful suggestions. Does this happen to anyone else?
...No, I didn't think so.
I bought about half the ingredients I'll need for this year's baking when we were at the grocery store last night. Fudge and peanut butter fudge will be made this weekend. I'll have to be very careful to set aside not only the amount we'll need to send out as gifts, but enough extra so that we don't run out and not have any Christmas week.
I had a senior moment while I was making up the shopping list, though. I was going through my recipe cards, checking what I'd need, and I realized I didn't have a recipe card for breakfast cookies. Well, that's not unlikely; I haven't made them for a couple of years, and I only started printing out my recipe cards about a year or so ago. I went upstairs and dug out the floppy disk that has all the recipes my mom gave me.
It wasn't on the disk. Hmm. Well, maybe she'd given it to me on a piece of paper. I went back downstairs and pulled every scrap of paper out of the drawer by the cookbooks. I found a recipe for German potato salad that was given to me by my high school boyfriend's mother. I found the recipe for Friendship bread. I found a recipe for coconut macaroons that I've never tried. But no breakfast cookie recipe.
Maybe, I thought, it's in one of my cookbooks, so I threw out the hand-written card. I checked The Joy of Cooking. I checked The Best Recipes From the Backs of Boxes, Bottles, Cans, and Jars. I even went upstairs and checked the cookbooks that had been my grandmother's. No dice.
Mind you, I'm not making these cookies for about two weeks. You'd think that would be plenty of time to calmly wait and contact my mother, to find out where she got the recipe. You'd think that, and you'd be right, but of course that's not what I did. I called Mom right away.
"I can't find it!" I wailed.
"But you have that book!" she told me.
"Which book?" I asked plaintively.
"It's in the Virginia Hospitality cookbook," she told me.
I checked. Yep. There it was. Breakfast cookies. With bacon and eggs and raisins and everything.
Heh.
Word of the Day: onerous - troublesome; involving or constituting a burden; having legal obligations that outweigh the advantages
- A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin
Current Projects:
- ornaments and snowflakes
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