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What Wednes did:
First of all, I switched my journal back to S1 style, and it will remain there until I can figure out how to customize the S2 style. If anyone wants to help me, I'll gladly cook them something nice. It can't be that difficult, stupid high school kids seem to be able to do it okay.
We went to the grocery store, where people were much more irritating than usual. One thing I hate is the way people have to take the cart eveyrwhere. If there's a small area housing a popular sale item and it's surrounded by people, invariably one asshole has to push thier entire damn cart in there, rather than take two steps away. And mom's: I know it's a drag to have to take screaming toddlers with you to the store; but this doesn't make it acceptable for them to run around, scream, or take things out of my cart and throw them on the floor or put them in your cart. And if they do this, I am damn well going to say something and you can just deal with it. And yes, as a matter of fact, I do need to use this kind of language.
I found this for only $5, so I went ahead and scooped it up. It is only my second DVD with Orson Wells. I replenished mybaking supplies which got pretty well decimated over the holidays. Of course, I have to do even more baking since the stuff we sent never made it to H's Dad, or his grandparents. It seems that H had the wrong addresses for both of them. And he denies even the possibility that his not being able to get his phone messages for a year has any impact on the amount of family related information he has. And, I finally bought the Envirascape I most wanted. And what's more, I hooked it up myself.
Speaking of phones, I'm not sure what's up with my new cell phone. I like the design a lot and it seems really cool. It has great features my old phone didn't have, plus I have plenty of bars. But no far, I got this wierd echo sound when I tried to use it in the bathroom. But it could have just been that the phones at meijer are fucked up, because it gave me the main line instead of the pharmacy. Then it kept cutting me off after a bunch of rings when i tried to call for a cab, which I suppose it might just do. Usually the cab company puts you on hold rather than letting it ring and ring.
Anyway, job prospects are still bad. It looks like I'm going to have to go back on those analgesic mood stabilizers so I'll just be on pain pills all the time. Then I can go back to doing horrible retail work where I'm on my feet for 8 hours a day and completely miserable. I wanted so much to find a real, grown up job that i could parlay into a career, or at least something I'm not horribly ashamed to be doing. But it doens't seem like that's going to happen for me anywhere in this town. I suppose that's what I get for wanting to live where upper middle class people live. Just not my element...
We went to the grocery store, where people were much more irritating than usual. One thing I hate is the way people have to take the cart eveyrwhere. If there's a small area housing a popular sale item and it's surrounded by people, invariably one asshole has to push thier entire damn cart in there, rather than take two steps away. And mom's: I know it's a drag to have to take screaming toddlers with you to the store; but this doesn't make it acceptable for them to run around, scream, or take things out of my cart and throw them on the floor or put them in your cart. And if they do this, I am damn well going to say something and you can just deal with it. And yes, as a matter of fact, I do need to use this kind of language.
I found this for only $5, so I went ahead and scooped it up. It is only my second DVD with Orson Wells. I replenished mybaking supplies which got pretty well decimated over the holidays. Of course, I have to do even more baking since the stuff we sent never made it to H's Dad, or his grandparents. It seems that H had the wrong addresses for both of them. And he denies even the possibility that his not being able to get his phone messages for a year has any impact on the amount of family related information he has. And, I finally bought the Envirascape I most wanted. And what's more, I hooked it up myself.
Speaking of phones, I'm not sure what's up with my new cell phone. I like the design a lot and it seems really cool. It has great features my old phone didn't have, plus I have plenty of bars. But no far, I got this wierd echo sound when I tried to use it in the bathroom. But it could have just been that the phones at meijer are fucked up, because it gave me the main line instead of the pharmacy. Then it kept cutting me off after a bunch of rings when i tried to call for a cab, which I suppose it might just do. Usually the cab company puts you on hold rather than letting it ring and ring.
Anyway, job prospects are still bad. It looks like I'm going to have to go back on those analgesic mood stabilizers so I'll just be on pain pills all the time. Then I can go back to doing horrible retail work where I'm on my feet for 8 hours a day and completely miserable. I wanted so much to find a real, grown up job that i could parlay into a career, or at least something I'm not horribly ashamed to be doing. But it doens't seem like that's going to happen for me anywhere in this town. I suppose that's what I get for wanting to live where upper middle class people live. Just not my element...
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