Nothing quite makes your day like having work call up and tell you that since it's so dead and that practically no trucks came in, they don't need you. Then they asked me to come in first thing tomorrow morning and work all day. I can do a 15 hour day. No problem. But they sure as hell better give me two full half hour breaks.
Aside from a couple of rough and very grumpy days on my part last week, work is going pretty well. I'm starting to get the hang of things, even if I don't know what everything is yet.
I got my money from BouClair. Woohoo 868.48. Most of that goes to rent, then I sit on the rest until I get paid next Tuesday, at which point, I start paying people back the smaller amounts I owe. It's possible to dig yourself out of a hole, you just have to know how to go about it. (hint: DON'T DIG DOWN.)
The Town Pants are playing in Quyon, Quebec for the Halfway to St. Patrick's Day party at Gavan's, and I really really really want to go, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to GET there.
Life is threatening to overwhelm me, and I feel great. It's very wierd. It means that I'm not around online very much lately (as evidenced by the lack of posting) but it's all good.
Hopefully I can get out to the Noreen Young Bursary dinner on Saturday to see my brother recieve an award or something... whatever it is he's getting, it comes with $1000 for school. Go him! He always does stuff better than me, the little shit :P
...and four hours later, I actually POST this.
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