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I have a plan Hoy, just got caught up. I'm semi glad the rest of y'all aren't updating a hell of a lot either. I guess that says we're all too busy to talk about ourselves these days. You'll probably see me again doing book reviews before I have to take the latest litter back. Thanks Dan for putting up with my attitude problem. It should only be for a few more weeks, provided I can either find another decent full time job, find a second job that pays enough to support both of us, or find a job for yourself. Either way once the income starts coming in a little bit better I'll relax. Of course, not working 50-60 hours a week would be nice, but what can you do? I'm sure if this insanity goes on until my birthday I'll just say fuck it and move in with my father, which will also drive me up the wall but maybe leave me some spending cash. Heh, we'lll see. Anyway, I'm still alive and I have not harmed myself or others. I consider that an accomplishment, especially when certain residents decide to be asshats and curse me out over pricing. Yes, I make commission on sales, but, trust me, its not that much. Its only $4 for every hundred sold on the decorating end of it. Yeah. I also don't set the footage prices so, please, if you've got to say no to me this season, don't be a jackass. I'm pretty close to cracking these days as is, so pushing me over the line might not be a good idea. Fortunately, for those of you living anywhere near me, I don't own any guns. I do, however, own some minor weapons, but no guns. That's for everyone's safety, although, if I really wanted, I'm sure I could go put my father out of his misery. I know he'd appreciate it and it might relieve some of my tension, though I'm sure it would create more problems in the near future unless we buried him in the backyard. Dammit. There's never an easy solution to things. Yup still alive and not lost somewhere in central america, although that's a nice dream too. Oh, I'm probably quitting this sales job sometime soon. I can't handle the stress. I got my chauffer's license yesterday so I'm looking for a delivery job, perferably with this local company that doesn't drug test. If that doesn't work out, I might just clean out and go drive a cab someplace or work for the Post Office. The former would be more fun and glamourous, but the latter has better insurance and less risk of a random drug test. Decisions, decisions. It is nice knowing that I'm going to leave though because now I don't give a rat's ass about much. So, I'm screwing up, oh well. So, that client won't call me back, big deal. I can't seem to make the paperwork come out right, no problem. I won't be here to fix it anyway when the shit hits the fan. In short, knowing you have an escape plan from a decent job with a sexist employer is very freeing, especially when you're a neurotic like me. I no longer have to indulge in worrying about going after the hard stuff or fixing problems the company can iron out later. I just have to survive long enough for the insurance to cover my wisdom teeth extraction. After that, I'm free to leave whenever, a rather nice arrangement. Anyway, that's all that's going on over here. I'm off for a nice long smoke. Daphne |