Pads. And stuff.
Aug. 25th, 2012 04:52 pmHm, the first test of my new cloth pads was mostly successful :)
Just in time I finished all the pads I needed and they worked!! And it did feel better than with the bought ones :)
The only things I bought for making them were the snap fasteners. The rest was fabric I already had, old shirts, an old towel and tablecloth, and one leg of an old pair of cord trousers.
They're colourful and comfy (old fabric rules!) and oh so pretty. Well, they're more they're-okay-but-I-loooove-them-because-I-made-them-all-by-myself, but they work!
This week work sucked. My computer was updated and that stupid fucker of IT-person made sure I couldn't use it for four days. It could have been done in two. Two and a half, tops.
Fucker.
But F. likes him (male bonding and all that bullshit).
In those four days? F. was working on driving me completely insane. Swearing, screaming, and talking all-the-fucking-time.
In September, there is a pretty big thing, and I needed hin to finish something this Monday. But he didn't, noooo. No need to, right. He did it Thursday. But of course, he knows everything better. He never DID this, but he's the expert.
He's so full of it, honestly.
It worries me, that U might fall for that (all that macho male bonding, again), I'm not nearly as good at making myself look good while fucking up.
Anyway, weekend. I'm so incredibly tired.
Just in time I finished all the pads I needed and they worked!! And it did feel better than with the bought ones :)
The only things I bought for making them were the snap fasteners. The rest was fabric I already had, old shirts, an old towel and tablecloth, and one leg of an old pair of cord trousers.
They're colourful and comfy (old fabric rules!) and oh so pretty. Well, they're more they're-okay-but-I-loooove-them-because-I-made-them-all-by-myself, but they work!
This week work sucked. My computer was updated and that stupid fucker of IT-person made sure I couldn't use it for four days. It could have been done in two. Two and a half, tops.
Fucker.
But F. likes him (male bonding and all that bullshit).
In those four days? F. was working on driving me completely insane. Swearing, screaming, and talking all-the-fucking-time.
In September, there is a pretty big thing, and I needed hin to finish something this Monday. But he didn't, noooo. No need to, right. He did it Thursday. But of course, he knows everything better. He never DID this, but he's the expert.
He's so full of it, honestly.
It worries me, that U might fall for that (all that macho male bonding, again), I'm not nearly as good at making myself look good while fucking up.
Anyway, weekend. I'm so incredibly tired.