hiatus over? or is it?
I'm supposed to be back, but work is still crazy. My manager's been home from her "vacation" (which turned out to be a domestic violence case, because the world is just that awesome) for the past few days, but I've ended up covering two shifts, organising the back office, cleaning rooms (since the owner fired all the housekeepers due to bickering between them) and working on three years' worth of accounts receivable for Expedia since then.
I want to say "at least it's money," but I just found out that the power steering pump on my van's about to go, and due to that, bills, and familial expenses, I don't get to see any of my money anymore.
Not like I have a financially-draining social life, but it would be nice to, y'know. Buy stuff.
(Also, Mum wants to take me out to the Sports Centre (a local pub) to meet people because I made the mistake of complaining about not having made any local friends in the five months I've lived here. Apparently we're ignoring the facts:
1) you can never make friends while hanging out with your parents
2) I am the Unteachable Subject, and I will die alone surrounded by the corpses of cats who refused to seek food in the hours following my mortality
3) I am the only one who can drive, and if I'm going to be placed in a social setting against my will, I will need to be Very Intoxicated. If my disengagement in this idea and her determination have an antimatter clash and create a cosmic taxi, I guess I'll have no choice, but really, Mom? Most of the LHC data hasn't been processed yet and you're already using uncertain physics against me? Fucking hell.)
This post is all along the wahmbulance route, so I should probably cut it short. Common sense would dictate that I shouldn't post it at all, but we all know how well I adhere to common sense.
Blaughrgh, bed.
I want to say "at least it's money," but I just found out that the power steering pump on my van's about to go, and due to that, bills, and familial expenses, I don't get to see any of my money anymore.
Not like I have a financially-draining social life, but it would be nice to, y'know. Buy stuff.
(Also, Mum wants to take me out to the Sports Centre (a local pub) to meet people because I made the mistake of complaining about not having made any local friends in the five months I've lived here. Apparently we're ignoring the facts:
1) you can never make friends while hanging out with your parents
2) I am the Unteachable Subject, and I will die alone surrounded by the corpses of cats who refused to seek food in the hours following my mortality
3) I am the only one who can drive, and if I'm going to be placed in a social setting against my will, I will need to be Very Intoxicated. If my disengagement in this idea and her determination have an antimatter clash and create a cosmic taxi, I guess I'll have no choice, but really, Mom? Most of the LHC data hasn't been processed yet and you're already using uncertain physics against me? Fucking hell.)
This post is all along the wahmbulance route, so I should probably cut it short. Common sense would dictate that I shouldn't post it at all, but we all know how well I adhere to common sense.
Blaughrgh, bed.