Apparently, when it comes to certain things in my life, I'm a certified schizophrenic.
If you know me, you know I plan. I plan everything. I'm really good at planning out Disney vacations, appointments, schedules and keeping track of life activities. But, I don't plan out meals. Why? I have no idea. It's not like I don't know that everyday, we'll be eating dinner. It's not like I don't have time during the day to prep what we need to eat that evening. I have found myself standing in front of our "empty" pantry, wondering what we're going to eat for dinner.
And now that we have basically decided to not eat out as often as we have in the past, it's essential that I plan out what we are going to eat. I don't know what is stopping me, other than the fact that I'm bored with my recipe repertoire. We eat the same meals. Over and over and over again.
We eat lots of chicken.
I'm over chicken. BUT, we can't stop eating it. We thrive on the protein from it and I know there are so many different things you can do to it, but we don't do it. I have cookbooks. I have recipes. The problem lies in the fact that I stick to what I am used to, what I'm comfortable with, and what ingredients I have readily available in the my house.
So, I have decided to plan out our meals...starting with this upcoming week. Okay, so here goes...
Monday: wait, I can't plan anything because I might have to work...
Tuesday: ooops, might have to work again...
Wednesday: ahhh, probably have to work, but not sure...
Thursday: slight possibilty of working, but then again, how would I know?
Friday: Disney, we are eating out...
So there you have it. I can't plan a thing because I have no idea when I'm working. Yeah, you heard me. I work retail. I don't work in an office. I don't have a desk I sit at typing furiously at the computer...I stand behind a register, asking customers if they found the panties they were looking for and if they want to sign up for a credit card they can't afford and pressure them to do so because the amount of hours I get depends on it.
It's horrific. I'm not sure why I'm subjecting myself to it. The fact of the matter is that they are supposed to give you your schedule for the following Sunday...by Wednesday. That means on Wednesday (uh, yesterday), I was supposed to know if I would be working Sunday through Saturday of next week.
I went into work last night and the schedule was still not finished. I went online today and it's not up. Wonder if I will know on Saturday afternoon if I'll have to be there the next day. It's a planner's nightmare and even worse because I have a family I cannot plan anything with...
Okay, I'm done venting...
1 comment:
all i know is that some soup better be in the planning sometime soon :) :) :)
...and... if it doesn't get better. don't write the next time, just stop going.
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