Jun 26, 2006 22:00
Still alive. I don't think anyone had any doubts, though.
Lindsey's back from Hawaii. She's dying from cat allergies right now thanks to The Crazy (catsitting for another week in Chris' absence--drill in San Antonio), so I'll make this quick.
TRU is stiffing me this week. Two days, 12 hours. I think I can make rent next Saturday, but I don't know. Either way, it's about that time to consider moving onto another job. I don't like being forced to sell batteries and extended warranties. I never want to have to feel like I've "sold" somebody. It makes me feel kind of soulless. At least I'm not working on commission. Then I'd feel even worse. Hell, I'd go back to PD if it weren't for the sorry state of my vehicle.
I may be moving back to Pearland at the first of August. Of course, we may be out the new furniture and stuff if her parents don't change their minds back. I don't know if it's some kinda post-holiday stress or whatever, so we'll see.
I really don't have all that much to say, tell the truth. It's all kind of exactly the same thing every day except for even less more stuff to do... Oh, Christ. I'm rambling. I'm gonna euthanize this post for its own good now.