No Guilt

Hello Everyone: No company training today meant I could take a little bit of a chill day. The real training begins next week but I'm not going to worry about it today. My HR company recruiter has to get me the official laptop and headset I'm supposed to use for work sometime tomorrow. I asked her to text me whether she'll be dropping it by or have it delivered. I really hope she has it delivered because she was starting to annoy me with her multiple texts, phone calls, and email. I generally don't like to be bothered by anyone, least of all an employer, over every little thing. I know what I need to do so just let me do it. In other news, my grocery shopping felt a little disorganized today, and at one point, I thought I misplaced my phone,money, and glasses. They were buried in one of my bags. This is what happens when I try to rush things, especially when there was no need to rush. The best part were the generous gift cards I used to pay for my purchases. Nothing like spending other peoples' money. While I was at the local supermarket, I passed by the Passover food display without feeling obligated to stop and buy even so much as a box of matza. Passover starts this weekend and, after years of enduring psycho-mum, I decided that this year I was just going to keep it very low key. So no guilt over buying a bag of dry pasta, crackers, or a bag of cookies. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to eat a big bowl of pasta in front of the family. All it means is that I had enough of the annual Passover-induced psychosis that helped ruin my holiday. As for spending time with the family? I plan to put in an appearance here and there. I mostly want to see the babies, their parents, not so much. Actually, I can tolerate my diva niece, it's her boy-husband I can't stand. He's just some functionally literate smart ass who married up. Even my oldest nephew isn't too fond of him. My sister and BIL tolerate him, at the most. As for the babies, I get to be the auntie, play them, then hand them back to their parents. Speaking of pasta and cookies, it's time to make dinner.