The weekend seems to matter more, somehow...

...if you actually work on Friday.

Busses are an hour down, hour and a bit back. The number of transfers annoys me mildly, but I can cope.

The temp agency and the client seem to have slightly different ideas about how long the contract is for, but I'm sure it'll all get straightened out shortly.

Also, the gas company sent me a scratch'n'sniff. It smells like rotten eggs. Yay for gas leak awareness?

Pro tip.

An important note, for dealing with your local[1] friendly neighbourhood knitter:

You may safely assume that we know how much yarn costs, how long (roughly) it will take us to knit something, and so on.

You may safely assume that we know we can buy things other than yarn, and have some idea of what common household items cost. Like a pair of gloves. For example.

Finally, you may safely assume we know how to use scissors.

So when we tell you happily that we are knitting a pair of gloves and leaving off some of the fingertips, we don't need to hear that it would be easier to buy a pair of gloves and cut off the bits we don't want. We know that.

And if the enthusiasm and effort put into an accessory doesn't matter to you, that's fine. We can live with one less person to give knitted gifts to. Really, we can.

(See also: goddammit, my gloves will be silk and merino and fit me perfectly and have exactly the cuff lengths I want and I get to knit them. So there.)
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[1] Stricken as not all the people I know and talk to are local. Bless you, internets.