There is a twelve-pound frozen organic, pastured turkey in the refrigerator that I plan to start brining tomorrow, and we here at Casa MFA still do not have a working oven, or any other means of cooking the damned thing. Many, many calls and e-mails with MFA Landlord and his home warranty company and their licensed service provider have resulted in a "maybe tomorrow, probably Wednesday" answer, and I am starting to get squirrelly. Soulless Corporate Megalith sells countertop roasting ovens for like, $30 that seem...well. I haven't tried one so maybe they work a treat but somehow I have doubts.
TICK TOCK, MFA LANDLORD.
In other news, Beta Job tonight was fun and lucrative, and I continue to love the drama-free atmosphere there. Plus someone ordered a rare ribeye and took maybe three bites of it, and I was able to wrap it in foil and smuggle it out, so Skeeter and the dogs had a nice little snack when I got home. There is a new restaurant opening soon near Eclecstasy where several co-workers have already signed on, and I am considering doing the same. I love working at Eclecstasy, and it's great money, but some of the people there are just...well. Let's just say I massage my schedule using the online shift exchange specifically for the purpose of avoiding three co-workers, and I hate that. On the bright side, one of those is about to go on extended leave, one is very part-time, and there is some major drama going on that has nothing to do with me, so I am hopeful that the Bitter Bitch Brigade of malignant gossips will go after a new target in light of that.
Fingers crossed, on all accounts, but especially the oven. Jobs come and go but Thanksgiving is once a year!
P.S. I think the happy light is helping a lot. I feel way better mood-wise, and am loving it.