So um.. lessee... I have been around, working my tail off mostly. I still have not gotten a raise, but I am still planning on actually telling my boss that I NEED one... This whole apartment thing is way more expensive than I was thinking it was going to be, and if I am ever going to pay off the 3000 dollars in debt that I have I need to make more moolah ya know. The thing that has me so unsure though is that April, the chick who used to do what I do now, seemed to do a bit more than I do... Yet at the same time I think I actually have a lot of duties that she was too stoopid to perform. I know from coworker testimonial that I do a much better job than she did though. Through all that though, I am still sure that she made more than I do. So the dog is kinda stuck in a cunnundrum. First of all, how do I ask and second of all, is that how you spell cunnundrum? Work has been interesting as of late, as I have been really freaking caught up, and with the addition of two new guys who will be my bosses too I am kinda freaking out. Add that to now 8 phone lines and 3 already stressful enough bosses and I think I qualify for martyrdom. I would settle for a 2 or 3 dollar raise though.. I just don't think that's the way to ask. Hey Deb! Buy me a cross or give me money!!
So yeah, in other news,
Emma, the new yearling mama Van Kuren just got, died saturday morning. Its pretty sad, they had only had her for a couple weeks and she was an abused horse to start with... They still aren't sure what killed her, but we are hoping it wasn't contagious. There are 7 other horses to worry about. The major suck part, ok selfish time here, is that Jeff and I got a phone call at 10:00 am that morning from Justin asking if we would come help bury her. So I sent Jeff home and I stayed here to do wedding stuff. I do not envy Jeff one bit and I had a pretty stressful wedding shopping day.
This whole wedding is turning out to be such a disaster. I really don't think Sarah and Ryan know each other well enough to be going this far so quickly. Sometimes it seems as if she is on the edge of sanity and losing patience fast. My mother thinks everything is great, I think it sucks. Its a good time for all let me tell ya.
But I got fitted for my corset thingie by this old woman who was very interested in my tatoos as she is Wiccan. It was neat talking to her, she has been a solitary practicioner for about 30 years. I told her about my past and my views and she was so ok with our differences. She was one of the few Wiccans I have ever met who didn't suck. Totally accepting of another perseption as a true Wiccan should be. I was happy with it.
So other than that I can't think of much else that I have been doing other than packing. I have managed to throw away a bunch of shit and I keep finding stuff that I probably should be sending to Rick, but I am throwing most of that away too. I doubt he wants any of it. So yeah, call me a bitter bitch, but that's just the way it goes. He'll get over it. The hardest shit to throw away is the stuff I have been holding on to for years, but I figger I haven't seen it in at least a year, so why do I need it now? A lot of the crafty stuff is gone, a lot of the toys, plain basic crap that had meaning for a few months and then got packed in one of my many moves during my time in CA. I guess I need to focus on starting new collections in a new life sorta way. Sigh, at least I have Jeff around to help and keep me in perspective. He was down to help and it was cool, we got a lot knocked out in one day.
So I guess that's about all my brain can process for now. I am so damn tired lately it's not even funny. After dad's bday barbecue/burn thingie Sunday night Jeff and I came home and absolutely crashed. We ate taco bell in bed and layed down to watch TV and the next thing I knew we were waking up to stare confusedly at what was going on on the TV. It was weird. I just said "turn this shit off!" and we were out in like ten seconds... it was pretty funny. Friggin zombies.
I will be back in a day or 5 to update soon!