So, here's how particular I am (or rather, how particular I know Girlchild is) - I got through almost all of the first skein of the Kureyon scarf, and realized that the acid green color she wanted is nowhere in this skein. I don't know how this happens, since the skeins are all the same dye lot, but apparently this skein hid behind the others when the acid green was added. This cannot do, so I ripped it and restarted it with a different skein with plenty of green in it, only after giving each remaining skein a physical to make sure it had a suitable amount of the green. The skeins that have the green also have more blue in them. Apparently the one I used first was the oddball, the others have a more even distribution of colors. And yet, they are all the T dye lot. I don't get it, but there you have it.


My back aches from loading boxes at the office. I'm going to hurt like hell by Friday, then I get to drag home and set up a nice big Christmas tree. I'll be spending the weekend on the couch recuperating from all of this, I hope. Got my first review at the new company and so many nice things were said, I had a Sally Field Moment: "They really like me!" I know I'm smart and good at my job, but it's nice when what I have to offer is what an employer wants. It wasn't really that way at the old job - they liked me fine, but they didn't really want me to use the skills I'd developed in my years of dealing with construction and development problems. I am not capable of flyspecking closing documents all day, I would go insane. It's the way my brain is wired - I can review a few thousand pages of detailed project documents looking for information and be happy as a clam, but ask me to review a much smaller and easier closing package for a commercial transaction and my brain starts to ache with resentment. I think I'm allergic to transactional work. I'm so glad I jumped ship, it was the right thing to do.


The problem is that for the past several nights I've come home too tired to knit anything more challenging than the multi-dirctional scarf, and when I do come home with any energy left, I seem to end up on the phone or in IM conversations with the Girlchild and my hands are occupied. Bardot languishes in the knitting bag. I really want to make that French Market bag but I haven't even looked at it closely to see what the gauge is supposed to be, or figure out whether I have appropriate stash. Boy is gettin' nuttin' knitted for Christmas, because I haven't figured out what to make him. And I, of course, have no sweater coat. Still.


Time to get into the shower and put myself together for another day as Moving Woman.