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I have absolutely nothing to say. I'm not even sure why I'm updating when there isn't much to relate.
My extreme dislike of Albuquerque on Friday has faded to a desire to live elsewhere, but a general lack of motivation to make any sort of plan. Jason probably thinks I'm have a quarter life crisis. When I was younger, I thought that I wanted to live in a big city. Now that I live in a big city, I want to live in the country. I want SPACE! I want a freakin' yard, actually. A big one. This apartment-living is making me claustrophobic.
Jason's sister is a complete fuck-up. She's drinking again. The last time I saw her, she looked like shit while she was feeding the baby. I would assume that hangovers and two-month-old babies don't go well together. Jason's mother is caring for the baby most of the time while Caricia avoids life and drinks with her "friends". The baby is being shuffled between the ex-boyfriend's apartment and her mother's house. The ex-boyfriend is acting like this is some silly high school situation. He continues to call Caricia and tell her that he hates her and that she's a bitch. It's all fairly ridiculous to me. I feel bad for the baby, but there's nothing I can do. I am ill-equiped to care for a child. Birth control, you are my friend.
I'm still burned out on work. I don't want to be here, and I get annoyed quite easily. I suspect this is simply a phase brought on by the instability of the office recently. Both our receptionists have returned, but I think one of the owners is on his way out the door. He's been extremely negligent with his own financial matters, and it has begun to impact the company in negative ways. I've seen some legal bills lately. It looks like Owner B is planning on kicking Owner A out and bringing in another partner. Interesting...
There was a undercover police officer sitting in our parking lot last night when I went to bed at 1am. I have no idea why. Perhaps one of the shady individuals a couple buildings away is being watched. I wouldn't doubt it.
I've scheduled my day in such a way that I can escape the office for the majority of the afternoon. I need to run a couple personal errands, walk Ferguson, eat lunch, shop for office supplies, pay the company credit card bill, and stop by the post office for work. This should keep me away for a good three hours, if not more. I'd like to avoid returning before 3pm.
I read the funniest Snape/Hermione fic last night. Like Sand Through the Hourglass by Southern_Witch_69 can be found on several archives, but I linked Petulant Poetess because it doesn't get the props it deserves as a quality HP archive. Southern is also a moderator there. Anyway, it's a bit of a parody on some of the silly Snape/Hermione fics out there. Hermione finds a badly-written fanfiction while working at Hogwarts as a professor. Snape notices that his name is in the story, so they decide to read it together before showing it to Dumbledore and demanding the perpetrator be punished. The italic text is the story they are reading.
( have an excerpt... )
My extreme dislike of Albuquerque on Friday has faded to a desire to live elsewhere, but a general lack of motivation to make any sort of plan. Jason probably thinks I'm have a quarter life crisis. When I was younger, I thought that I wanted to live in a big city. Now that I live in a big city, I want to live in the country. I want SPACE! I want a freakin' yard, actually. A big one. This apartment-living is making me claustrophobic.
Jason's sister is a complete fuck-up. She's drinking again. The last time I saw her, she looked like shit while she was feeding the baby. I would assume that hangovers and two-month-old babies don't go well together. Jason's mother is caring for the baby most of the time while Caricia avoids life and drinks with her "friends". The baby is being shuffled between the ex-boyfriend's apartment and her mother's house. The ex-boyfriend is acting like this is some silly high school situation. He continues to call Caricia and tell her that he hates her and that she's a bitch. It's all fairly ridiculous to me. I feel bad for the baby, but there's nothing I can do. I am ill-equiped to care for a child. Birth control, you are my friend.
I'm still burned out on work. I don't want to be here, and I get annoyed quite easily. I suspect this is simply a phase brought on by the instability of the office recently. Both our receptionists have returned, but I think one of the owners is on his way out the door. He's been extremely negligent with his own financial matters, and it has begun to impact the company in negative ways. I've seen some legal bills lately. It looks like Owner B is planning on kicking Owner A out and bringing in another partner. Interesting...
There was a undercover police officer sitting in our parking lot last night when I went to bed at 1am. I have no idea why. Perhaps one of the shady individuals a couple buildings away is being watched. I wouldn't doubt it.
I've scheduled my day in such a way that I can escape the office for the majority of the afternoon. I need to run a couple personal errands, walk Ferguson, eat lunch, shop for office supplies, pay the company credit card bill, and stop by the post office for work. This should keep me away for a good three hours, if not more. I'd like to avoid returning before 3pm.
I read the funniest Snape/Hermione fic last night. Like Sand Through the Hourglass by Southern_Witch_69 can be found on several archives, but I linked Petulant Poetess because it doesn't get the props it deserves as a quality HP archive. Southern is also a moderator there. Anyway, it's a bit of a parody on some of the silly Snape/Hermione fics out there. Hermione finds a badly-written fanfiction while working at Hogwarts as a professor. Snape notices that his name is in the story, so they decide to read it together before showing it to Dumbledore and demanding the perpetrator be punished. The italic text is the story they are reading.
( have an excerpt... )
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