Seriously, all I want to do is stay in bed right now. The weather sucks, my job sucks and everything sucks and damn rights I have no one to blame but myself. The only thing that's good about this damn job is the fact that my nails are the nicest they've been since I was living in Nanaimo. I hate the resume waiting game and I hate feeling stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck. Hell, I'm even dreaming about mudpits and running through sand!

Anyway.

Happy New Year?

Oh, my apologies! I've neglected blogland horribly in the last couple of weeks (sorry Lindsie!). I've been needing a break from staring at computer screens. As a result I've read three novels and otherwise have done zilch. Except work. I have written nothing of note, though I have scribbled some questionable lines in the margins of my notebooks at work.

Mostly I've been blue about the fact that I have to work Christmas eve and christmas day. Yeah, you hear right: Christmas DAY... and J doesn't. So, no turkey with the fam for me, since they're all upisland. Mom is coming down this week for a pre-christmas celebration though, so that should be nice. I'm calling it Solstice Dinner, because I really have no desire to put up the freaking tree. I don't feel festive. Besides, the darling critters will just knock it down.

I have decided why I hate my workplace so much: it's because the company we're supposed to 'represent' is a piece of crap. The policies suck and the customers routinely get screwed repeatedly whenever they try and do something. I hate representing them. I hate being the person people talk to as the mouthpiece for the piece of shit company they've got service with. I feel I'm higher quality than that and I hate having to give my real first and last name out. I'd feel better with some kind of anonymity, but of course, there's not much I can do about the shitty service or the crappy policies that cause all the trouble in the first place and it feels like an exercise in futility.

Ok. I'm going to go watch cartoons now.

Ok. So. I'm still alive....

I have a headache that I've had since Wednesday afternoon. It was at its worst this am when I was at work - so bad that I started to cry. Now, I think that's only ever happened once before, so I came home and had a nap, and I don't think I'm going tomorrow if I wake up with it again. I'll take myself to the doctor. Blech.

The Breezer's here until Monday. She's taall... and she talks non-stop - but then I should expect that from one who has just entered teenagerhood? She's crushing on bandmembers of My Chemical Romance and Fallout Boy. All of them emo-punk boys with great pouts. Here's one of them. I had to find a pic because I've heard this guy's name 5 million times today alone. :) Aah. Teenage crushes. I remember all too well, only my boy of choice for drool-worthiness was the late Jonathan Brandis. I have to admit he was great with the pout too. Funny how some things don't seem to change.

J's having issues with the business partner again. I wish he'd just remove himself from the stress because he gets all wound up and plugs into his computer even more than normal.

That is all.