Welp, turns out that I’m going to be unemployed again in a couple of weeks since the place I’m at decided to move someone internally into my job instead of giving me a full contract.
On the plus side I can wear jeans again, and I’ll have lots of time to read.
On the minus, I’ll have to sell my eggs for money.
I got this from work the other day - a Shark Week bag so absurdly large it’s basically useless. WTF am I supposed to do with it? Bring it to the grocery store and put bread and grapes inside?
Ugh, seriously hate people who always manage to ruin the fun things with their existential wanking. STFU and just enjoy something for once, it’s not that hard. Your over-analyzation and angst-ridden screeds are not welcome.
Now that I have a two-hour (usually more UGHHHHHH) commute each day, I’ve been listening to audiobooks to pass the time. My latest is The Hunger Games series. They’re alright for what they are, but how many fucking times can you use the phrase “keep ________ alive!!!” over the course of three books GOD DAMN.
So that thing about me maybe getting a life and not being around so much anymore, I went ahead and did that. With a kinda sorta real job - 9-6, wearing big girl pants, rocking a lanyard with a badge on it, the whole shebang. Of course at the worst possible time. So no longer will I be around at 4 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon posting inane shit for my own amusement. :’(
