Confessions

I have some confessions. They will be told in whispers.

(I miss preparing tax returns.)

As messed up as that sounds, it's a true story.
I really do, and I cannot WAIT to start my real job.
And you know that audit competition that was voluntary?
Yeah. We made finals.
So now I have to go to Atlanta the day before Thanksgiving break and do public speaking.

-_-

OH. And WHILE we're whining about auditing: do you know that there are STATISTICS involved in auditing? Yeah. Sampling for audit tests and what not.
Coincidence that stats was also my least favorite class in college?
I think not.

More confessions:

(I listened to Taking Back Sunday today.)

And you know what? I still kind of like it.

(I royally screwed up a sewing project.)

You may have heard me tell you/brag about this dress that I was making. It was going to be orange and seasonal and I was going to wear it to Thanksgiving dinner in my new tights from South Korea.

And Mike gave me such crap for ordering tights from South Korea.
"Some child probably slaved over them. And then they had go to their second job where they play world of warcraft and sell stuff."
Whatever. I don't tell countries how to run their economies.

Anyway- this project: was going to be awesome. I knew it was going to be challenging because of the fabric I was using, but I didn't think it was going to be impossible.

(I was wrong.)

So before I went further tonight, I did some capital budgeting decision making:
Do I continue with the project, have it turn out terrible, and never wear it because I'm so embarrassed?
Or do I cut my losses and focus on something I can do and maybe make a skirt out of the remains?

I opted out.

So I started an entirely different project. It was going great and then the directions were like, "Finish the seams" and I was like "Awesome- I can do that now that I have a serger!"
I pulled out the serger and tried it out. It worked for about an inch before something came unthreaded. And then I spent the next 30 minutes threading and rethreading the machine which really just looks like I'm playing Operation with it because I'm taking tweezers trying to pull threads this way and that.
And then I started crying because it was SO unbelievably frustrating.
Then I couldn't do it anymore and I put it away.

It was just too much fail for one night.

Herpy Herlloween.

Tonight won't make a difference,
TWS