Ugh, Zen, that sounds like a mess. I am confident that nearly all teenage fuck-ups eventually figure it out, though.

Zen, that's heartbreaking. I hope that girl grows the hell up before anything truly serious happens.

Have you furminated him, Anne?

Alas, the furminator pulls too much on the hair that's still attached, so he doesn't like it much. I use a slicker brush that does a very good job. And yes, I've been saving the fur to "play" with.

Oh, Zen, your poor friend. That sounds so hard.

Oh, man, it took about five minutes to remember how much I hate internal job websites. Why do you make me upload my resume AND fill out all of your stupid little fields?

This is a place that I had an account at less than a year ago, but I assume they have switched systems since then, because I could not log in with that same account.

Nothing since yesterday. Have you sent something since then?

Aww, bummer. I emailed yesterday seeing if you wanted to grab dessert. Next time!

Sometimes I'm worried that I'm crazy and making up my issues

Nope! San Diego is awash with pollen and things of that nature. All this stuff by the convention center was blooming. I'm also an asthmatic, with a hard trigger for perfume/cologne, so I was primed by the flowers into a slow moving asthma attack that lasted all afternoon, trapped in a windowless, ventless room with wafting clouds of scent.

if you have several people a day (or more than once a day) leaving their dogs' poo where it lands, that's a bunch of poo for maintenance to clean up.

it can get horrible. and it doubly sucks for those that do pick up poop, because you're constantly getting dirty looks for having a dog.

Oh, god, there's a personality assessment questionnaire. I forgot about this part.

Toddson, that was a great suggestion about using the fiberglass goats as molds. I'd be afraid to scratch them up, though, especially since they're arriving pre-primed.

I talked over the etsy goat frame with bossman, and he said to work up a schedule and cost to present to him, and then if it didn't look to be too much of a timesuck, we could present it to the ED, and maybe the costs could be absorbed by the spring fundraiser if we can auction it off. I saw that ladywelder also had an adorable lamb for only $90, if we wanted to save money and not overdose on goats (although just today I saw ED refer to the fundraiser as our "goat-a-thon", so maybe not.

Thanks guys and gals! This is looking much more like a possibility, and I would feel better to be able to not be putting the kibosh on something the ED was so excited for me to do.

There's a garden somewhere that is so proud of their compost pile that they built viewing platforms to go up and look at it (it's fairly huge).

ION, my dad called today to proudly tell me that he'd finally transferred my inheritance money from Grams. And then said that if I could find a cheaper quote, I could use that money to get my car fixed.

Um, when I asked for financial help getting my car fixed, I already knew that this money was coming towards me, and was asking for separate monies, and you said yes.

I feel so ungrateful, but I am so stressed financially, and he is such a scrooge, and I'm a little resentful after all the home repairs and brand new kitchen and laundry appliances he has purchased as gifts for my delinquent brother, for the money he's gifted him for trips to Florida, because he's without a job or whatever. And whenever I ask for help with a root canal or something necessary and dire, it all comes back to how I need to get a better paying job, what am I spending my money on? I have no dental and one and half root canals on the horizon, I'm paying down two credit cards, my rent takes one whole bi-weekly paycheck. I asked for help with one thing, and I have been happily advised that I can now use the monies that were going to given to me anyway (that I had earmarked in my brain for getting ahead of the CCs and paying off the half root canal (I'm living without a crown right now). I joined the army so I could pay my own way to college, and when the additional scholarships started to surpass the other ten percent that my dad chipped in, he kept that for himself as what was owed him. For all I know it was more than what he had chipped in. When I fixed up my grand dad's yard out of my own pocket, they refused to reimburse me because I didn't have the receipts, and I got nothing from the sale of the house that I'd been living in and upkeeping and caring for Gramps while he'd been alive. The accountant advised dad to not give us a percentage, but to only hand out money as we asked for it, and then when I did, it came back to "why can't you afford that on your salary? What are you spending your money on? Get a better job".

Somewhere, my dad has a notebook of every time he's parted with money on his children's behalf, and I've a sneaking suspicion it includes diapers on it.

Again, I feel terribly ungrateful, and I wish I could stand on my own two feet. And I wish I had never asked for help with the car now. But, yo, I am very bitter and resentful. And also stressed about money, and I thought I'd seen a light that start getting me out of this hole and keep my mouth and my car from falling apart.

Ugh Zen, that's so hard! It sounds like that girl is screaming for limits. Mom needs to come up with some.

Alas, the furminator pulls too much on the hair that's still attached, so he doesn't like it much. I use a slicker brush that does a very good job.

Dustbuster.

Oof, Zen and juliebird. Sorry for the suckiness.

My sinuses also hate me, so I slept in this morning and have been diligently working from home this afternoon. I was only gone for three days, and yet everyone needed something from me in those three days.

I need to express interest in this internal posting in Dublin and then look for external jobs later.