So we're back.
The trip was long. Travel-wise, anyway. We went to two extra states (Kentucky and Minnesota) for plane changes and layovers, we flew over ten hours in 4 days. Ugh.
I learned something about myself while we were gone.
I am an elitist and a snob. About food.
This place--So much white food. Everything prepackaged, processed, premade. Plastic cheese, premade frozen mashed potatoes, margarine. White bread. Ice berg lettuce. Fried everything. I cooked a lot while I was there, but it was hard because if I didn't go to the store myself, I was left with weird ingredients that I'd never heard of that only resembled what I needed in color. (I was asked to make pumpkin cheesecake. I asked for maple syrup and solid pack canned pumpkin. I received Log Cabin maple flavored syrup and pumpkin pie filling (pre sweetened).) It was interesting. (Oh, and there is a dish called 'Baked Steak' that is just that--only it's steak, covered in 6 cans of undiluted full salt golden mushroom soup and then baked. To say I was thirsty is an understatement.)
I loved T's family. Hilarious, angry people who chain smoke, do crossword puzzles and drink. How T's dad fits in I'm not really sure.
Grandma was SO happy. I made her birthday cake. (We put a 9 and a 2 on it, rather than 92 actual candles. She thanked us, as she wasn't even sure that she could 'blow out two candles and keep her teeth in'.) She was so happy to see T and J, to meet me, to see our wedding photos. She showed us this giant box of pictures of all of T's siblings from birth to now that she has kept for the last 40 years, T's parents wedding photos, pictures from when T's dad and his sisters were kids growing up. She told us about when T's oldest brother was born (the only kid born there), and T's dad had to go right back to work, leaving T's mom alone with the baby. Grandma was there, she didn't want to interfere, she said, but R (the baby) did nothing but cry, and cry, and cry. Nothing T's mom did would quiet him, and she was so exhausted. So grandma went and took the baby, telling T's mom to go to bed and get some rest, not to worry. She took the baby, wrapped him as tight as she could in a blanket and sat in a rocking chair singing to him. (A lullaby she remembers, that she sang to us right then and there) Finally the baby went to sleep and she took him to his bassinet in the bedroom where T's mom was passed out asleep, fully clothed on the bed with all the lights on. She covered her with a blanket, turned out the lights, and was happy.
Then she told us about how she rocked and sang to all the kids when they were babies. How each one of those kids were blessings.
This is stuff that J and T had never heard before, that they were blessings, that their grandma sang to them and rocked them. That someone had saved pictures of them from birth and remembered each one.
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I got to see the world's largest basket. That's something. I was rather excited about the whole thing.
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There is MORE work drama, but I'm not really feeling like going into it right now. Mostly I'm just happy to be home, in my freezing cold house watching Intervention in my bathrobe.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It's the Final Countdown
i just wrote a whole post about tomorrow being my last day and telling you where were going on our trip. Blogger ate it.
see you kids tuesday!
see you kids tuesday!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Parasitic Dystopia
I'm awake. J is at work, T is sleeping. I'm essentially alone in the (now clean-ish) house drinking coffee and watching a show about parasites and becoming more terrified by the moment.
The message of this show, other than fear mongering, is "Don't use dirty contact lenses! You can get a horrible parasite and your eyes will fall out!" "Don't walk barefoot in subtropical climates! There's a parasite that will burrow through the soles of your feet and kill you!" "Don't get a tick, you'll die!" "Don't eat sushi, you're bound to get intestinal worms and die of peritonitis!" and all I can do is think about all the sushi I ate while barefoot in Hawaii, my eyes enveloped in potentially hazardous contact lenses.
I'm reading "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood, because, you know, dystopian societies where women are considered less than men, cattle, essentially, breeding stock, is totally uplifting and just what I need right now.
My other option was to re-read "House of Leaves", which is the scariest book I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Seriously. Most people I know that have read this book either couldn't finish it because it was too hard, too weird, too scary. One of my friends who read it still has nightmares about it.
I slept with the lights on, within visual range of my mom, the entire time I was reading this. I powered through it in hopes that the ending would make it end, and I was wrong.
It's a good book. Anything that successfully makes you feel something, well, it's a success.
I'm watching The Graham Norton Show, which is a show that I love more that I should.
I'm still not feeling any better about anything, really. But whatever.
I made jam last night and I don't think it's going to gel. So I made syrup. With fruit bits in. Sigh. At least I have that much more room in my freezer now.
The message of this show, other than fear mongering, is "Don't use dirty contact lenses! You can get a horrible parasite and your eyes will fall out!" "Don't walk barefoot in subtropical climates! There's a parasite that will burrow through the soles of your feet and kill you!" "Don't get a tick, you'll die!" "Don't eat sushi, you're bound to get intestinal worms and die of peritonitis!" and all I can do is think about all the sushi I ate while barefoot in Hawaii, my eyes enveloped in potentially hazardous contact lenses.
I'm reading "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood, because, you know, dystopian societies where women are considered less than men, cattle, essentially, breeding stock, is totally uplifting and just what I need right now.
My other option was to re-read "House of Leaves", which is the scariest book I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Seriously. Most people I know that have read this book either couldn't finish it because it was too hard, too weird, too scary. One of my friends who read it still has nightmares about it.
I slept with the lights on, within visual range of my mom, the entire time I was reading this. I powered through it in hopes that the ending would make it end, and I was wrong.
It's a good book. Anything that successfully makes you feel something, well, it's a success.
I'm watching The Graham Norton Show, which is a show that I love more that I should.
I'm still not feeling any better about anything, really. But whatever.
I made jam last night and I don't think it's going to gel. So I made syrup. With fruit bits in. Sigh. At least I have that much more room in my freezer now.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Quitters Never Prosper
So, for the second time in my life, I quit my job only to have EVERY ONE GET LAID OFF within days/hours of my doing so, thereby removing my bid for severance pay. Sweet.
So I quit my job--and now they're closing the fucker down. Closing the cafes, closing the pastry department. Bending over and taking it in the ass. (We swore this wouldn't ever happen--our boss is too arrogant to admit he fucked up, to admit he had to quit, that he was failing, had failed, could fail. These people believe unfailingly that God Will Provide For Us Because We Are White And Rich And Christian [GWPFUBWAWARAC] and that We Can Use Those Lesser Than Us As Scapegoats To Excuse Our Idiocy [WCUTLTUASTEOI]) But they aren't really taking it in the ass, see. Sure, they lost a shitload of money, more money than T and I will make in 2 years working our asses off full time--But they are worth millions of dollars. Millions. And they incorporated the business, which means (so we're told) that if the business goes bankrupt, their personal assets are untouchable. And it makes me so. fucking. mad.
See, these people lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and they aren't phased. They aren't upset, no more than you or I would be if we washed a $20 bill and it tore in the wash. Annoyed, pissed for a while, but you wouldn't lose a lot of sleep over it, you wouldn't wonder where your next meal would be coming from. But if I stood to lose hundreds of thousands of dollars you can bet your life I would go down fucking fighting to keep it.
They left letters (LETTERS!) with all the cafe's employees paychecks today telling them they would be laid off as of next week. No "sorry!", no explanation, nothing. No personal meeting, just "Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out." These are people with children, husbands, families to support. Our town has NO JOBS. Seriously. We have the most economically depressed county in our state.
It's scary.
Also, they implied in the bakery meeting (yes, we 4 got an actual meeting, since we weren't being laid off) that the business being lost was.....wait for it....
My Fault.
My fault that 21 people are without jobs in this bullshit job market, shitty ass economy, just before the holidays. My fault that all these women have to go home to their families and explain why they can't afford....What? Anything, food, bills, medicine....My fault, because I quit, because I am allergic to flour. My hands blister, bleed and weep when I touch flour.
I know it's not my fault. I know that it isn't, all the girls who are being laid off say it isn't my fault. But how fucking horrible of these people to even insinuate that it was anything but their own retardation, their unwillingness to listen to their employees needs, to spend money on quality equipment or make real world business decisions.
And they're sitting pretty. Sitting fucking pretty in their goddamn mansion in the ritzy part of town, the wife of the pair with a closet that is bigger than the front half of my house (I'm serious), driving their BMW SUV and installing $50,000 worth of antique tile in their 'show' bathroom.
They don't care. Every one is better off not working for these people, every one agrees that this is the case. But it doesn't make me feel any less pissed off about the whole thing.
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One of the women I work with at the bakery--She is the kindest woman. She never has a bad thing to say about anyone--Anyone--no matter what. She's never angry, and if she is, she immediately apologises. She's super enthusiastic about learning new things at work, about being trained to do 'pretty stuff'.
This woman, she's had the hardest life. When she was 15, she was gang raped in her front yard while her parents watched game shows, oblivious. Her mother shamed her while they were at the hospital (where they only took her because she was so badly beaten, and bleeding so severely from her genitals) for how she brought this on herself, how horrible it would be if the neighbors saw. Her parents wouldn't let her press charges and made her, bandaged and shaky, hose her blood off the walk so no one would know. The doctors called a week later and said that she had stage three ovarian cancer (something that ran in her family, a fact she didn't find out until 20 years later when her mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and forgot she wasn't telling her daughter this) and would need a complete hysterectomy.
Which she had. They got all the cancer, but also took any hope she had of being a mom. Her own mother, rather than helping her daughter deal with not only the loss of her innocence, but the loss of her burgeoning womanhood, told her that god was punishing her for being a slut.
This woman, she grew up and married a sailor. A handsome sailor who promised her the world. They adopted three children, and appeared to be happy. The handsome sailor, he beat this woman, he raped her, he terrorized her and tried to destroy her. She finally left when he went after their daughter.
Her children, they were crack babies, abandoned, abused. These are fragile, damaged, butterfly children. The oldest turned 18 and went back to his birth mother, who put lit cigarettes out on his tiny body leaving scars he still has. He refuses to speak to his adopted mother, the woman who raised him. The middle child refuses to go to school, destroys their house if left alone, rips doors off hinges and tears holes in walls. The youngest, a daughter, she has severe emotional problems, makes chemical cocktails and bathes in them, burns and melts things, attacks other kids at school, is sexually promiscuous and hasn't even started her period yet. She's lied and called CPS on her mom for not getting her way. This woman, she does everything she can think of to help her babies, to make sure they know they are loved, to not lose them to drugs, mental illness, jail, and she is losing.
This woman, she works two jobs. She works harder than anyone I know, she smiles and laughs and thinks of every one around her first. She is so happy to see you when you arrive, so sad to see you go when you leave. She hugs you, tells you how smart and beautiful you are, how talented. She is genuine, loving, caring. She is never bitter, never sad. She is stronger than anyone I have ever met.
And our bosses, they treat her like shit. Like she is stupid, less than them, like her needs and life don't matter. They berate her for taking time off to be with her kids. And it makes me SO MAD.
They have so much, and all they want is more. They tell us that it is "By the Grace of God" that they have done well, that if we would "Come to the Flock" we would prosper as well. Bullshit.
They told one of my coworkers that she deserves to be poor and unhappy because she is gay.
They stole from JZ, A and me. And lied when we caught them.
I feel no guilt for quitting. I feel no guilt for no longer associating with these people.
But I do feel bad leaving my coworkers, my friends. Knowing that their working lives will not change in the slightest, they may get worse, if anything. They will be lied to, berated, made to feel bad about themselves every day.
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My boss looked through my cell phone today. Read my text messages. And didn't understand why I was enraged, tore my phone out of his hand, snapped at him, yelled.
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My bosses accused me of lying about my allergy. Told me they would fight me if I applied for unemployment.
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I'm tired. There's so much more. So much more that these people have done.
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I feel bad worrying about money. If we were that bad off, I wouldn't be quitting, right? I would be powering through this shit in the name of financial security. Every one who hasn't been laid off is. Maybe my boss is right--Why am I better than my coworkers are?
So many people I know are dealing with so much bad. Poverty, illness, terminally ill children, mental health issues. It makes me feel like a big fat shit for worrying that we won't pay off our windows on time, that our carpet makes T sick and we can't afford to get rid of it. I went to see my friends in the southerly metropolis, and I was jealous. Jealous of their life, their house, their cars and jobs and college educations. Jealous of their town, their fucking wall color.
It's disgusting, my feeling like this. I have more than so many--My wanting more, it makes me just like my horrible bosses, in my mind. It's disgusting.
So I quit my job--and now they're closing the fucker down. Closing the cafes, closing the pastry department. Bending over and taking it in the ass. (We swore this wouldn't ever happen--our boss is too arrogant to admit he fucked up, to admit he had to quit, that he was failing, had failed, could fail. These people believe unfailingly that God Will Provide For Us Because We Are White And Rich And Christian [GWPFUBWAWARAC] and that We Can Use Those Lesser Than Us As Scapegoats To Excuse Our Idiocy [WCUTLTUASTEOI]) But they aren't really taking it in the ass, see. Sure, they lost a shitload of money, more money than T and I will make in 2 years working our asses off full time--But they are worth millions of dollars. Millions. And they incorporated the business, which means (so we're told) that if the business goes bankrupt, their personal assets are untouchable. And it makes me so. fucking. mad.
See, these people lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and they aren't phased. They aren't upset, no more than you or I would be if we washed a $20 bill and it tore in the wash. Annoyed, pissed for a while, but you wouldn't lose a lot of sleep over it, you wouldn't wonder where your next meal would be coming from. But if I stood to lose hundreds of thousands of dollars you can bet your life I would go down fucking fighting to keep it.
They left letters (LETTERS!) with all the cafe's employees paychecks today telling them they would be laid off as of next week. No "sorry!", no explanation, nothing. No personal meeting, just "Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out." These are people with children, husbands, families to support. Our town has NO JOBS. Seriously. We have the most economically depressed county in our state.
It's scary.
Also, they implied in the bakery meeting (yes, we 4 got an actual meeting, since we weren't being laid off) that the business being lost was.....wait for it....
My Fault.
My fault that 21 people are without jobs in this bullshit job market, shitty ass economy, just before the holidays. My fault that all these women have to go home to their families and explain why they can't afford....What? Anything, food, bills, medicine....My fault, because I quit, because I am allergic to flour. My hands blister, bleed and weep when I touch flour.
I know it's not my fault. I know that it isn't, all the girls who are being laid off say it isn't my fault. But how fucking horrible of these people to even insinuate that it was anything but their own retardation, their unwillingness to listen to their employees needs, to spend money on quality equipment or make real world business decisions.
And they're sitting pretty. Sitting fucking pretty in their goddamn mansion in the ritzy part of town, the wife of the pair with a closet that is bigger than the front half of my house (I'm serious), driving their BMW SUV and installing $50,000 worth of antique tile in their 'show' bathroom.
They don't care. Every one is better off not working for these people, every one agrees that this is the case. But it doesn't make me feel any less pissed off about the whole thing.
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One of the women I work with at the bakery--She is the kindest woman. She never has a bad thing to say about anyone--Anyone--no matter what. She's never angry, and if she is, she immediately apologises. She's super enthusiastic about learning new things at work, about being trained to do 'pretty stuff'.
This woman, she's had the hardest life. When she was 15, she was gang raped in her front yard while her parents watched game shows, oblivious. Her mother shamed her while they were at the hospital (where they only took her because she was so badly beaten, and bleeding so severely from her genitals) for how she brought this on herself, how horrible it would be if the neighbors saw. Her parents wouldn't let her press charges and made her, bandaged and shaky, hose her blood off the walk so no one would know. The doctors called a week later and said that she had stage three ovarian cancer (something that ran in her family, a fact she didn't find out until 20 years later when her mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and forgot she wasn't telling her daughter this) and would need a complete hysterectomy.
Which she had. They got all the cancer, but also took any hope she had of being a mom. Her own mother, rather than helping her daughter deal with not only the loss of her innocence, but the loss of her burgeoning womanhood, told her that god was punishing her for being a slut.
This woman, she grew up and married a sailor. A handsome sailor who promised her the world. They adopted three children, and appeared to be happy. The handsome sailor, he beat this woman, he raped her, he terrorized her and tried to destroy her. She finally left when he went after their daughter.
Her children, they were crack babies, abandoned, abused. These are fragile, damaged, butterfly children. The oldest turned 18 and went back to his birth mother, who put lit cigarettes out on his tiny body leaving scars he still has. He refuses to speak to his adopted mother, the woman who raised him. The middle child refuses to go to school, destroys their house if left alone, rips doors off hinges and tears holes in walls. The youngest, a daughter, she has severe emotional problems, makes chemical cocktails and bathes in them, burns and melts things, attacks other kids at school, is sexually promiscuous and hasn't even started her period yet. She's lied and called CPS on her mom for not getting her way. This woman, she does everything she can think of to help her babies, to make sure they know they are loved, to not lose them to drugs, mental illness, jail, and she is losing.
This woman, she works two jobs. She works harder than anyone I know, she smiles and laughs and thinks of every one around her first. She is so happy to see you when you arrive, so sad to see you go when you leave. She hugs you, tells you how smart and beautiful you are, how talented. She is genuine, loving, caring. She is never bitter, never sad. She is stronger than anyone I have ever met.
And our bosses, they treat her like shit. Like she is stupid, less than them, like her needs and life don't matter. They berate her for taking time off to be with her kids. And it makes me SO MAD.
They have so much, and all they want is more. They tell us that it is "By the Grace of God" that they have done well, that if we would "Come to the Flock" we would prosper as well. Bullshit.
They told one of my coworkers that she deserves to be poor and unhappy because she is gay.
They stole from JZ, A and me. And lied when we caught them.
I feel no guilt for quitting. I feel no guilt for no longer associating with these people.
But I do feel bad leaving my coworkers, my friends. Knowing that their working lives will not change in the slightest, they may get worse, if anything. They will be lied to, berated, made to feel bad about themselves every day.
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My boss looked through my cell phone today. Read my text messages. And didn't understand why I was enraged, tore my phone out of his hand, snapped at him, yelled.
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My bosses accused me of lying about my allergy. Told me they would fight me if I applied for unemployment.
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I'm tired. There's so much more. So much more that these people have done.
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I feel bad worrying about money. If we were that bad off, I wouldn't be quitting, right? I would be powering through this shit in the name of financial security. Every one who hasn't been laid off is. Maybe my boss is right--Why am I better than my coworkers are?
So many people I know are dealing with so much bad. Poverty, illness, terminally ill children, mental health issues. It makes me feel like a big fat shit for worrying that we won't pay off our windows on time, that our carpet makes T sick and we can't afford to get rid of it. I went to see my friends in the southerly metropolis, and I was jealous. Jealous of their life, their house, their cars and jobs and college educations. Jealous of their town, their fucking wall color.
It's disgusting, my feeling like this. I have more than so many--My wanting more, it makes me just like my horrible bosses, in my mind. It's disgusting.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Well....
I just quit my job.
I'm happy to be free of the fundies and their insanity, but scared because there aren't any jobs here and we're pretty damn poor. T supports my decision, but I can tell he isn't happy that we're going to be down 1/3 of our monthly income.
We will be fine. If I have to clean toilets for rich people again, so be it. We will be fine.
I'm happy to be free of the fundies and their insanity, but scared because there aren't any jobs here and we're pretty damn poor. T supports my decision, but I can tell he isn't happy that we're going to be down 1/3 of our monthly income.
We will be fine. If I have to clean toilets for rich people again, so be it. We will be fine.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Has it really been that long?
I doubt that anyone is still reading after all this time.
We have no computers at our house. (At least none that belong to us and function.) The laptop died after one of the brothers downloaded porn, the PC died a similar death at the hands of a friend of one of the brothers. Which means....We have all this internet, and no access to it aside from our iPods and iPhones. Ever tried to blog on an iPhone? I don't recommend it.
We went to the southerly metropolis this weekend and were given a spare laptop to borrow to get us through until we can get something worked out on our own. I don't think that the offending parties of computer death will be ponying up the cash any time soon to fix what they have broken, so until we manage to come up with the money ourselves, we're depending on the kindness of non-strangers.
So much bullshit has happened. Seriously. I'm on the cusp of quitting my job, J gave notice and her last day is Wednesday. The bosses haven't done a single thing in the way of getting me any help after she's gone, I'm not allowed to have any overtime, and they don't want to give me a raise. So, essentially, I will be running the pastry department, doing all the ordering, special ordering, menu changes, holiday shit, etc., and doing my current job while not making a penny more than I already am and not working any more hours than I already am. Two jobs in no more time with no more money? I don't fucking think so.
Aside from all that crap, I simply cannot (CANNOT) work for the these people any more. Our...ethics are too separate. Too distant. The way they feel it is ok to threat people, to do business, to enact 'justice', it's disgusting. We have discovered a bit of illegal activity within the company. I don't think anything will come of it....but it's pretty shitty.
Oh, also? The last 2 executive pastry chefs had brought all the equipment to the bakery. As of Wednesday.....we have no (and I mean NO) equipment.
The bosses don't seem to think this is a problem. Me, alone, doing the job of 2 people, for no more money than I make now, in a bakery with no equipment.
If it weren't true and slowly destroying my soul, it would be hilarious.
Anyway. We're heading to the east coast (sorta. Sorta. East, no coast.) later this month for T's grandmother's birthday. T hasn't seen his grandmother since he was 5, she's never met me and she hasn't ever met J, who will be coming with us. We can't afford the trip, but we're going. Family is important. Now that I have a family.
We have no computers at our house. (At least none that belong to us and function.) The laptop died after one of the brothers downloaded porn, the PC died a similar death at the hands of a friend of one of the brothers. Which means....We have all this internet, and no access to it aside from our iPods and iPhones. Ever tried to blog on an iPhone? I don't recommend it.
We went to the southerly metropolis this weekend and were given a spare laptop to borrow to get us through until we can get something worked out on our own. I don't think that the offending parties of computer death will be ponying up the cash any time soon to fix what they have broken, so until we manage to come up with the money ourselves, we're depending on the kindness of non-strangers.
So much bullshit has happened. Seriously. I'm on the cusp of quitting my job, J gave notice and her last day is Wednesday. The bosses haven't done a single thing in the way of getting me any help after she's gone, I'm not allowed to have any overtime, and they don't want to give me a raise. So, essentially, I will be running the pastry department, doing all the ordering, special ordering, menu changes, holiday shit, etc., and doing my current job while not making a penny more than I already am and not working any more hours than I already am. Two jobs in no more time with no more money? I don't fucking think so.
Aside from all that crap, I simply cannot (CANNOT) work for the these people any more. Our...ethics are too separate. Too distant. The way they feel it is ok to threat people, to do business, to enact 'justice', it's disgusting. We have discovered a bit of illegal activity within the company. I don't think anything will come of it....but it's pretty shitty.
Oh, also? The last 2 executive pastry chefs had brought all the equipment to the bakery. As of Wednesday.....we have no (and I mean NO) equipment.
The bosses don't seem to think this is a problem. Me, alone, doing the job of 2 people, for no more money than I make now, in a bakery with no equipment.
If it weren't true and slowly destroying my soul, it would be hilarious.
Anyway. We're heading to the east coast (sorta. Sorta. East, no coast.) later this month for T's grandmother's birthday. T hasn't seen his grandmother since he was 5, she's never met me and she hasn't ever met J, who will be coming with us. We can't afford the trip, but we're going. Family is important. Now that I have a family.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
......Yeah
My sisters are in town. I don't love it.
Work has gotten more insane, if that's possible. Which I guess it is.
I guess there was some fall out after the wedding, which I just heard about. Somehow, after hearing the details.....I'm not surprised, considering who was involved. Which is sort of a sad thing. Meh.
I wish weekends were longer.
I'm tired of liars.
I'm tired.
I had a 'donut party' with the ladies from work tonight. Made dinner, drank beer. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed hanging out with that many women at once. I think it's because we're all assholes who aren't typical bitches.
I'm home alone. The idea of going and locking the house up for sleeping seems arduous.
T quit smoking. I'm insanely proud of him. Especially since he just...quit. Said, "I'm a non-smoker" and that was that. I'm also jealous, as quitting for me (every time I've tried, anyway) is like eating ground glass and being trapped in an elevator with Carrot Top.
My sisters took my dad's ashes from me.
Our neighbor kids play drums and guitars all day and it makes T want to explode. He threatens to blast them with the air horn. I don't think it will change anything.
I got our wedding pics. Email me and I'll send you the link if you're interested.
Work has gotten more insane, if that's possible. Which I guess it is.
I guess there was some fall out after the wedding, which I just heard about. Somehow, after hearing the details.....I'm not surprised, considering who was involved. Which is sort of a sad thing. Meh.
I wish weekends were longer.
I'm tired of liars.
I'm tired.
I had a 'donut party' with the ladies from work tonight. Made dinner, drank beer. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed hanging out with that many women at once. I think it's because we're all assholes who aren't typical bitches.
I'm home alone. The idea of going and locking the house up for sleeping seems arduous.
T quit smoking. I'm insanely proud of him. Especially since he just...quit. Said, "I'm a non-smoker" and that was that. I'm also jealous, as quitting for me (every time I've tried, anyway) is like eating ground glass and being trapped in an elevator with Carrot Top.
My sisters took my dad's ashes from me.
Our neighbor kids play drums and guitars all day and it makes T want to explode. He threatens to blast them with the air horn. I don't think it will change anything.
I got our wedding pics. Email me and I'll send you the link if you're interested.
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