A day in a life of a craft store goat.

My company got bought out by vulture capitalists a few months back. My new manager is a fucking shitshow of a human we've had to call HR on more than once. The assistant manager I have discovered, is one of those people that sucks up to whoever has power at the moment... at the expense of the rest of their team members. Oh and my assistant just quit for the craft store across the street. 

Why? Oh possibly the manager unethically trying to give her MY job but only if she got on board with helping her get me fired. 

My assistant picked loyalty over bad ethics. 

So... this is fun. heh. Any ways... I got a REALLY snazzy new sewing machine. It's a Viking Ruby. Hubby bought it for me because I'm pretty sure he is insane. 

I wish I could get a job across the street but they turned me down. In a few months at least one new manager will not have worked out. I'll apply again then. 

 I admit.. I forgot I had this blog. Possibly because I did not get my shit together for a VERY very very long time. I'm not sure it's together now. 

We just got done with the renovations the house needed. New roof. New windows. New siding. New gutters will be up soon. Landscaping projects will start in two years I think.

Never got my degree. We just never had the money. the craft show circuit was a bust for some weird reason. It wasn't that we didn't go. It's that we made no money for like 3 years. It was crazy so we stopped for a while. Now I work at that often very gay pride friendly red shirted craft supply store as a customer experience manager. I like it. It means I can spend money on supplies mostly guilt free. 

My husband got over acting like a dick finally. He doesn't do that crap any more except the not talking during the weather thing. He's still weird about that. He's got a lot of health problems now though and has had to accept a medical retirement. Which was why I went back to work as the house wasn't going to renovate itself.

Other than the plumbing that's not done and rooms that need paint and stuff everywhere from the reno and moving kids around and my cousin FINALLY moving out the house is... livable.