so much for that...
so i contacted the office asking for lab work for the remainder of this week, thinking that there wouldn't be anything for me to do but that making an effort would at least make me feel better about the fact that i'm out of work/money. well i guess they found some office tasks for me to do. damn it julie, why am i so responsible?
i also discovered some mold growing on my wooden dresser under a plant pot, where i had placed a towel to soak up the water that occasionally spilled out of the plant tray. yep, i'm a freakin genius. so i've cleaned it with a mild bleach solution. my house smells and is too warm.
the photographer for the real estate company came and took pictures of the apartment to put online. she was somewhat of a loser, in that, all her career paths (cook, horse groomer, massage therapist, etc) ended due to her unwillingness to be serious about them. she said she quit massage therapy because it was becoming too regulated and she was expected to be a doctor, of sorts, and update her knowledge and skills on a regular basis. she just wanted to "rub bodies". Her position as company photographer suits her because she doesn't need any formal training or skills (she just carries a little digital camera around, shoots a few pictures, and leaves) and because she gets time off in the summer season due to lack of work.
I decided that i hate her because a) she's lazy (in some respects), b) she's easily discouraged/undedicated, and c) i am, partially, all of those things as well. god it sucks being a westerner. i wish i could be fully content with sitting, drinking tea, and playing backgammon.
Prior to her visit i made a sweet-ass marble cake and played with wermy and her new springy furball on a stick. she loves it and it makes me happy that i can distract her for hours with the damned thing. i always feel bad when i can't spend time with her. she's still young and requires attention and exercise. she doesn't cuddle much with me anymore though. hmph.
someone was supposed to be here at 4:30 to see the place. i'm out of here by 5:30 for thai food with diana and brenda, who have returned from BC, so whoever it is better show up soon.
mmkay.
i also discovered some mold growing on my wooden dresser under a plant pot, where i had placed a towel to soak up the water that occasionally spilled out of the plant tray. yep, i'm a freakin genius. so i've cleaned it with a mild bleach solution. my house smells and is too warm.
the photographer for the real estate company came and took pictures of the apartment to put online. she was somewhat of a loser, in that, all her career paths (cook, horse groomer, massage therapist, etc) ended due to her unwillingness to be serious about them. she said she quit massage therapy because it was becoming too regulated and she was expected to be a doctor, of sorts, and update her knowledge and skills on a regular basis. she just wanted to "rub bodies". Her position as company photographer suits her because she doesn't need any formal training or skills (she just carries a little digital camera around, shoots a few pictures, and leaves) and because she gets time off in the summer season due to lack of work.
I decided that i hate her because a) she's lazy (in some respects), b) she's easily discouraged/undedicated, and c) i am, partially, all of those things as well. god it sucks being a westerner. i wish i could be fully content with sitting, drinking tea, and playing backgammon.
Prior to her visit i made a sweet-ass marble cake and played with wermy and her new springy furball on a stick. she loves it and it makes me happy that i can distract her for hours with the damned thing. i always feel bad when i can't spend time with her. she's still young and requires attention and exercise. she doesn't cuddle much with me anymore though. hmph.
someone was supposed to be here at 4:30 to see the place. i'm out of here by 5:30 for thai food with diana and brenda, who have returned from BC, so whoever it is better show up soon.
mmkay.