Full blown summer bust out!
So it's mid summer again, and I'm strongly reminded of last year around this time going to myself: "Self? Yes, question from over here in the back; why is it you choose to have no life at all and work all the time?" And once again I ponder over the responce I need to give this very valid question. I always seem to start off the season desperate for a job to fund my way out of complete debt. This year was no different, and I ended up with a sweet loophole at a job that I didn't expect to be able to survive doing but with minimal shifts. The good ol' confed center bailed me out with wonderful anne filled evenings as always, just to reinforce my hatred of stupid people. Alas, now I work about 55 hours a week again, give or take. Which is lovely for my bank account, I'm not knocking it, but does mean I have no life (not that I had a life, just wishful thinking). I'm enjoying both jobs though, well, as much as one can enjoy work (but they don't suck so that's lucky). Working almost every friday and saturday either until midnight or at midnight on also seems to put a snag in seeing people and festivities, but I'm sure my liver appreciates it.
To help make up for this, put off mowing the lawn yet another day, and jetted off to the north shore with Sarah and Kato in tow. We did some fabulous browsing, and some el-cheapo purchasing. Ate some really good pizza, then came home to head to work at 4. End of day. I don't consider work part of the day, it's kind of like some annexed part of life outside of reality. Always there and needing to be included, but separate from the rest of life. I think it might just be the building. It's like a nice two tiered cave. Even when it's sunny and nice, it feels like it's underground. Might be because they keep it sub zero in here, but at least we're not all sweaty. Gahhhh. Not a pleasant thought.
Well, not much more to update, one of my cousins (*gasp* one of the two!) is coming to visit "aunt pat" this week, but I don't get to see her at all because I work every single evening this week. :( Then on to the weekend, and the marriage of Mo and the Tis! Very exciting, you'd all better be knocking on all the wood you can find for nice weather. But don't jinx it - Knock softly.
Friday, July 29
