Oops.
Drink of the Day: Cap’n ‘n’ Coke (because I need it)
Soundtrack of the Day: the beep-edy-beeping of the security scanner thing.
So, now that I have completely neglected any readers that I actually may have had…I’m back! Like y’all care. I know.
Well, let’s see….I have a new job. We’ll just say it’s for a cross-Canada corporation and is akin to Hell. On a stick. Yep, a stick.
I decided to kick Karma back and get my kitty anyway. Finnigan is a holy terror and drives me more mad than gives me any sort of pleasure. He is currently rampaging around the apartment with a bright pink slushy straw in his face. Why? Because he’s a raptor-cat and he can.
I found oodles of black mold in my apartment earlier this week. And that my book case is wrecked from sitting on soggy carpet. Awesome. At least the yarn is safe in airtight plastic containers. So that’s a plus I suppose.
Car works intermitently…which is good. Just wish it worked all the time.
I got my practicum all set up. With absolutely no help from the school, no big surprise there. On that topic, I start working for free for three weeks the Tuesday after the long weekend.
I need a real job. And fast.
Things aren’t well with the Boy. It’s probably my fault and I feel awful. 
Come to think of it, pretty well everything is still awful and I’m about ready to give up. Isn’t that awful in itself?
I only have five more days of class, which is also akin to Hell. Things there still haven’t gotten any measure of better. What’s the point of actually sticking up for yourself and fighting for your rights and all, if nothing at all happens?? It’s ridiculous. Then to turn around and hear from an Administrator of the school that all the problems coming out of the classroom, and the whole school for that matter, are your fault, and that you have a bad attitude. Ahaha, bite me.
Ok, I’m done for now. I have to do something about my aching feet and irritating cat, and noisy tummy.
Love from the great big ball of suck,
L
Random side note: thing that made my day today, helping a customer molest a mannequin in order to retrieve the last pair of pants of a certain style and colour. It was fun. 
