Empress, I'm sorry. Did they tell you about the pay cut when you originally switched jobs?
I suck. I overslept and missed therapy. I really thought I was past the point of doing that. Now to get myself together in time for my hair appointment.
'Time Bomb'
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Empress, I'm sorry. Did they tell you about the pay cut when you originally switched jobs?
I suck. I overslept and missed therapy. I really thought I was past the point of doing that. Now to get myself together in time for my hair appointment.
My life just jumped shark. Seriously, I don't believe the stuff that's happening anymore. On the other hand, you can't make this shit up.
The girl who reported me to the dean of students at my first college, which eventually led to me getting kicked out, just sent me a friends request on FB.
Seriously? Seriously? I just...I can't make this shit up!
WTF, vw? Craziness.
I'm seriously tempted to let you guys write my little note that goes along with the ignore. That could be really fun. We could explain what "friend" means...with some nice and foul four-letter words for her poor conservative brain to digest.
I have had a truly rotten morning. My doctor put me on a new med that may help in the long run but is making me feel like crap right now, and then I got a traffic violation ticket on the way to work for making a turn onto an on-ramp I've made for THREE YEARS and had no idea was, apparently, illegal. I have to appear in court and contest it if I don't want a point on my license, and even then I have to POST BAIL.
SERIOUSLY???
WTF.
Crappity, people. Since when does Wednesday act so much like Monday?
Pix, that is crazy! Is it that entrance to west bound right down the street? cuz I've made that turn a ton of times too. How are you supposed to make that entrance?? Isn't there road signs that say "West bound, right arrow"??
VW, I say accept, get her e-mail addy, then remove her, and sign her up for crazy websites. What? Me? Vindictive? OK, only in thought. But ya, that's crazy. Total shark jumper.
note from Shir:
I'm applying for a job I really, really, really, really, really want.(the really really really was bolded, but didn't know how to do that in the quote mode) So send some job~ma for her!
OK, off to work. Ugg. Insomnia fairies visited me all night. Today will not be fun.
Is it that entrance to west bound right down the street?
No, it's an on-ramp off Ventura onto the 405S that has two lanes--I thought you could take a right into the right lane from the right side and a right into the left lane from the left side, but apparently not. I'm just so upset about the fact that I now have to find time to GO TO COURT or deal with three MORE years of obscene insurance payments because of a point on my license (it's just now been three years since the two fender benders I had that trashed my insurance rating in the first place).
Post bail? Why?
Oh, Elsie. She's 15 now, and a friend is teasing her about obeying her father so much. Friend says,
But now I must finish my errand and go, for I know you're longing to be at those books. Do you get a ferruling every time you miss a word?--and enjoy the pain because it pleases papa to inflict it?
wow ... a proto-Buffista, complete with snark