So not much time today, blogger. I just got home from work and I need to get cleaned up; Michelle invited me to her company christmas party, and it's black tie. [laughs] She asked if I own a tux. [laughs again] (yes, non-friend reader; I've owned one since freshman year of high school) Anyway, work this week has sucked, mostly because I got my schedule day by day. sunday, "come in monday, but we don't know the rest of the week." monday, "come in tuesday, but we don't know the rest of the week." tuesday, "you're off tomorrow, but split shift thursday, and work saturday, sunday." thursday, second shift, "you know you're working tomorrow, right? tomorrow and saturday, and off sunday." [sighs] I went dancing at the big easy, swing/blues, more new friends interested in swing/western dancing/tango, after work thursday night. I stayed in last night, way too tired. hopefully I can see Drew tomorrow; no LifeTeen, so just church and then LifeTeen core member party/dinner, then swing dancing. i.e. the first half of the day is free. Anyway, this week is dead at work, besides regular business, so it's cleaning time. Matt started today by pouring degreaser, lime-away and bleach (undiluted) on the floor and scrubbing them all together. I was running outside, coughing violently and cursing at his desire to fill the kitchen with murderous fumes. Now I know why my coworkers are idiots. "We always do it this way! At my house, we just buy bottles of whatever and throw them together, you know, CLR, Windex, Ajax, whatever. Hey, it gets it clean, and I haven't been poisoned or anything!" ...Of course you haven't... Anyway, I cleaned the stove, which includes soaking the two top pieces (really freakin heavy), scraping everything but the bottom, then removing the bottom tray (lined with foil) and soaking it, then scraping the bottom and going over everything with a green scrubbing rag. Oh yah, it's pretty now. When we get silver polish on the back parts sometime in the next week, it'll be positively gorgeous. You know, for a 20 year old stove. [laughs] Anyway, to the shower. Laters, blogger.