“Sloth and Gluttony
I am doing them
My Sloth and Gluttony
And the reason why
I am doing them
Is very plain to me
I’m a big fat pig
Lacking self control
With a love for misery
Of the seven
Deadly sins I
Love Sloth and Gluttony!
(To the Tune “Geneology” from the Children’s Hymnal)
Saturday. Ah, blessed day of release. Ardent follower of payday. You are my sole reason for living. I work simply so I can enjoy you with reckless abandon. You. Complete. Me.
After 7,430 months of rain and gray skies, the god of Seattle Weather must have gotten back on his meds–for we finally received sun. With the coming of the summer solstice also came a parting of the cumulo-nimbus and a drastic uptick in my emotional well-being. And the fact that it coincided with a weekend made it all the better. I don’t have windows at work. (Side Note: One of my life’s great ambitions is to have a job where I have an actual office with a window.)
Today, I slept in, took Luke out, went to the bank, the farmer’s market, and the library. Then I went to Whole Foods to fulfill my gluttony for the day. I got the following: Cucumber and Avacado California Rolls, A peppered turkey sandwich on a pretzel roll, white chocolate and raspberry gelato, creme brulee, and a lemon-blueberry tart. The remainder of the day, save for a trip to the dog park for the puppy, was spent on the phone with family, watching TV, doing some homework, and eating like a pig. Oh. And sleeping. (The four hours of naps I took today are why it’s 2:00 AM and I’m still awake.)
I’ve eaten so much that I nearly made myself sick. I figure it’s like aversion therapy. Now, when Monday comes, I’ll be content to go back to eating my salads and veggie stir fries. And work. There is just something beyond magnificent about Summer Saturdays in Washington. They are relaxing and laid back in a way that Saturdays never were in Utah. Of course, I was always doing three shows on Saturdays in Utah, or teaching voice lessons, or working on some recording project for ShowTrax. Now my Saturdays are spent at home in my comfortable apartment, at the dog park, or down by the lake. It’s never oppressively hot. Unless I want to for the overtime, I don’t have to go into work. It’s just so wonderful.
To put a small damper on my weekend revelrie, however, was the commencement of a class I have been dreading since I started my MBA program: accounting. I don’t do math. I can barely do arithmetic. I don’t remember my multiplication tables. Fortunately, I have a father who is about 9 months ahead of me in terms of the MBA program, and therefore, I have a built-in tutor. But learning accounting from a book and websites is not particularly easy. Terms pop up which are foreign to me, but are not defined. How the hell am I supposed to know that TCIe means the Total Capitalized Investment of Equities…and that equities means “stocks?” I have a degree in Musical Theatre!!!!!
In any case, I have also discovered three fantastic sites that I use when I’ve finally had far too much accounting. Please enjoy.
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