spindizzy | Scuttlebutt is such a great word though

I don't have covid! Asymptomatic test came back negative, so I'll take it. Haven't heard anything about the coworker who had a positive results, but I'm hoping she's okay!

Scuttlebutt is that Terrible Manager has covid and went into work while symptomatic, which would explain the very passive-aggressive all-staff emails we got about NOT DOING THAT a couple of weeks ago.

Work have set up a process for staff to collect and drop off tests in the building... But are banning the cleaners from using it. Because – and I quote – "they'll take twenty of them and share them with the rest of the cleaners." I DON'T SEE A PROBLEM HERE. I DEFINITELY WOULD BE OKAY WITH MORE PEOPLE GETTING TESTED. LINE MANAGER, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

This week's massive fidget has been untangling all of my sashiko threads, because I went "I will definitely remember to untangle these before they completely knot together!" while throwing them into a box, and also sit on a throne of lies. I've only had to cut through like four gordion knots, it's fine!

Started tidying my room, and strongly considering moving house as an alternative. But at least I've accepted that I'll never be able to vacuum the whole floor at once! So my revised goal is to be able to clear big enough spaces that I can vacuum a bit and just shuffle the piles of crap around the room so that I can vacuum bits of it at a time. The theoretical goal is to rearrange the furniture so that I stop automatically dumping everything on the bed as soon as I walk through the door, but as there's technically more stuff in this room than it can actually hold, moving the furniture might turn into a logic puzzle. =_=

(I drew DIAGRAMS for how I was going to have to lay out the furniture to get things to fit logically. That's how bad it got.)

I bought a pattern for a cute and fancy skirt, and for my fucking sins it's forty pages of A4 that need taping together. I do not live in a house with space for forty sheets of A4 to be laid out together, so I might be taking this into work and assembling it there on my break.

Progress of sewing adventures: spent most of this week window shopping for cheap fabric that I can use for muslins. I'm considering just grabbing cheap duvets from the supermarket, because that's a decent amount of fabric for like four quid? And also letting my heart beat for notions and cute labels that I can sew onto things, because I'm that flavour of nerd. ... But seriously FORTY PAGES.

Pretty sure I need to fuck about with my sleep cycle some more, because I'm far enough off a routine and good amount of sleep that my meds aren't compensating for it. It's fine! I know what will solve the problem, I just need to convince myself to stop doing the thing where I go "But I can't sleep because I haven't done x," where x is a task that would be MUCH easier after I've had some sleep. ... ONE DAY I will actually learn all of these lessons and have it stick, just not this day!

Although, soothing activity suggestion: KonMari-ing my Kobo library. If I looked at an ebook cover and couldn't remember what it was about or think of a reason to read it, I just... Archived the book. Suddenly my library is manageable, this is very suspicious and I wish it was that easy with my physical collection.

... No but seriously what the fuck do I do with smutty manga that I can't sell to Ziffit. I used to dump it on one of my old housemates, but it's the apocalypse and I can't exactly message her out of the blue like "Hey I know we don't talk anymore because I can't be doing with your husband, but do you want some free smut?"

Had an ECG, can confirm that I have a heart and it appears to be doing recognisable things! I am not the tin man, good job me.

Plans for the rest of the evening: aggressively sticker the shit out of my diary, try not to panic, be all wrapped up and ready for bed by 22:30. Good night!

Susan