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magicalmartha) wrote2009-08-02 02:43 pm
magicalmartha) wrote2009-08-02 02:43 pm
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Solitary week
I finally have a typical schedule at Borders this week, which is phenomenal. I'm on for 24 hours, which still isn't full time, but it's at least the same that everyone else is getting. So I'm not quite as pissed off with them as I was last week.
I've been feeling sort of off kilter these last couple of days, and I was really afraid for a bit there that I was getting sick. Thankfully, this does not seem to be true, as today I'm feeling quite well. Which is especially good this week, since I will undoubtedly be engaging in all sorts of shenanigans.
Well, probably not. But I could, since my entire family is now out of the state for the next week. My sister is up in Wisconsin with some of her school friends, and as far as I can tell they're basically planning on being drunk for the week. My parents are in the Florida panhandle, where my uncle has rented a house for the next couple of weeks - I declined to go because of work, and also because while I love my family, having that many of us in such a contained space is really a recipe for disaster. Or at least a couple of really good fights. So I'm holding down the fort with Dizzy and the dogs and trying not to be too lonely.
Work will help. So will Shark Week, and Billy, who said he'd keep me company.
I've been feeling sort of off kilter these last couple of days, and I was really afraid for a bit there that I was getting sick. Thankfully, this does not seem to be true, as today I'm feeling quite well. Which is especially good this week, since I will undoubtedly be engaging in all sorts of shenanigans.
Well, probably not. But I could, since my entire family is now out of the state for the next week. My sister is up in Wisconsin with some of her school friends, and as far as I can tell they're basically planning on being drunk for the week. My parents are in the Florida panhandle, where my uncle has rented a house for the next couple of weeks - I declined to go because of work, and also because while I love my family, having that many of us in such a contained space is really a recipe for disaster. Or at least a couple of really good fights. So I'm holding down the fort with Dizzy and the dogs and trying not to be too lonely.
Work will help. So will Shark Week, and Billy, who said he'd keep me company.