I am unable to be productive. I have a whole list of things I wanted to do before I start work next week, and as of yet I’ve done .. nothing. Yesterday I was supposed to drive Oscar down to the North Shore Yahama shop for a tune up, but it’s a little icy out there for that. Today was supposed to be haircut day, but my stylist is off until Friday. I also plan to do up a fresh henna job, but that’s a post-haircut thing – so it has to wait. What’s left? Nothing but housework, which I have zero interest in doing. BAH!

I don’t know what the dress code of my new job will be, but I have hopes it’ll dance on the side of casual. It actually came up in the interview, where I did my best to wax poetry about how much I truly love my jeans. I also brought up the fact that I work in .. uh .. whatever field it is I work in, and people like me aren’t known for dressing up in fancy, which was appreciated and acknowledged (I hope). Still, for the first day I must dress to impress. I have high and completely unreasonable hopes that spring will appear in the next two days or so, but I should probably plan an outfit that complies with the weather – which means pants of some sort, and something warm. I don’t own pants that aren’t jeans, short summer pants, or covered in zippers, so I should probably figure this out. Maybe I’ll go outside and see if I can’t find myself a nice pair of formal sweat pants, or something.

Ooh, I’m hungry too. Eating is productive, right?