Durrrrr.

Work is silly. We've been asking if we could dress up nice for New Year's Eve tomorrow night for our big $25K giveaway. Everyone else will be dressed up for the celebration, we'll be giving away tons of money, and it would be the ONE time that we get to dress up nice. Diner supervisors get to dress up. Floor supervisors dress up. Pit bosses dress up. Managers dress up. Why can't we, for ONE NIGHT dress up? I asked my manager about it. He said he'd talk to them upstairs about it. Why can't he, as our manager, make a decision about us? Why does he have to talk to the people upstairs? They're not our managers. They probably don't even know what our uniforms are. They probably wouldn't know who we are without our uniforms on!

So that's a no-go. And it's stupid. I have half a mind to just show up in my suit. What're they going to do? Send me home to change? Okay, I'll be back in an hour! No, I wouldn't do that. But seriously, jeez.

I got my PLT (Principles of Learning & Teaching) scores back from the test I had to take a little over a month ago. Before the scores came in, however, I got something in the mail from the organization that gives the test; a certificate of excellence, stating that I had done extremely well on the test, scoring in the top 15% of all test takers in the past years. Then after I got my scores back, I scored above average on the test, and got 40 points more than the cut-off score for South Dakota. Sooooo, that made me very happy. I do know what I'm doing!

We have baseboard heaters in our apartment that are probably the originals with the building. I think this building was built in the 70s or so, so everything in here is about 25 years old, give or take, if my estimation is right. Anyway, about three weeks ago when we turned on the heater, this really acrid, putrid, electricy burning smell was coming from the heaters. We turned it off and didn't use it again until just recently because it really hadn't been THAT cold outside. Well, we needed to use it again recently, and it still smelled horrible. We left a note for the landlord yesterday, and he happened to be in the building at the time, clearing the sidewalks of snow and other chores around the building. While he was busy, and before he got the note, we rearranged the furniture in the bedroom, 'cause the bed was up against the wall with the heater. He came and looked at it, but said that he couldn't see anything, so he called the electric company, and they're going to come in on Tuesday and look at it for us. Until then, we keep the door to the bedroom closed, and it's a chilly 20* in there at all times. Brrrrr.

Well, I've rambled on for long enough. To those of you who've made it this far, congratulations, you win a cookie!