Knitting pictures

The knitting pictures I've been promising:

Fuzzy Feet slippers from Knitty, for my mom's birthday:
Before Picture 1 | Before Picture 2 | Before Picture 3
After Picture 1 | After Picture 2

The sleeveless sweater for me:
The sweater | me & the sweater

The beginning of the afghan for my cousin and his fiancee. There will be many updates on this, as there are 25 blocks in several different colors & stitches:
First square of afghan.

Next project (besides this afghan) is a baby sweater for Sambot's recently arrived little brother Jack. I thought I had a couple of weeks to find a pattern, but the little guy decided tonight to come a few weeks early! Happy baby!

This is probably bad, but I don't care.

We have these "service recognition" lunches here at work. If you've been here a certain length of time, they invite you to a lunch and give you a gift with the logo on it. I've been here three years, so I was supposed to go today.

I made myself RSVP weeks ago, because I knew I would come up with some excuse not to go. But, I'm still sitting here at my desk rather than sitting down there, when it started 15 minutes ago. When I was in the communications department, I felt like it was part of my job to put on a happy face and go to these things. Ever since I moved to IT, I've felt more like "one of the masses." So I feel I can skip this. I know I'm rationalizing, but:

-these luncheons serve as an excuse for the one person here I truly can't stand to go flitting about acting as if he is *so* *busy* even though they were his idea
-I strongly doubt they remembered to come up with vegetarian food, since they didn't at the holiday party, when there were far more vegetarians than just me there.
-I couldn't find anyone else who was going
-I don't really have time to sit there and listen to speeches for an hour and a half

So, I'll sit here coding and grab some grilled cheese later. That will ultimately make me happier. If it doesn't start raining, maybe I'll even take a jaunt down to the mall for lunch.

I just feel guilt because I know someone will notice my absence later. And I never feel like "I didn't want to go" is a good enough excuse for missing stuff. I need to get over that.

Jobs Meme

Here I go, following along. These are reverse chronological, back to high school summers.

User Interface Specialist
Web Communications Specialist
Freelance Writer
Standardized Test Reader (we weren't allowed to call ourselves "graders")
Publicist & Graphic Designer
Telephone Tech Support
Writing Center Tutor
Help Desk Attendant
Bagel Shop Cashier (for 4 hours)
Antique Mall Cashier/Salesperson
Ice Cream Stand Person