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Tomorrow's my last day at the museum! *does Happy Dance* You have no idea how happy I will be to get out of here. I mean, I'm leaving for a job that's in retail (not even high-end) and pays significantly less. What's that saying? Peace of mind cannot be bought? There are people that I will miss, but unfortunately, those people aren't the ones that I work with; they're the ones from the other, more sane, departments.
"In honor of [my] departure" tomorrow, my boss is taking me and the two other memembers of my department (yes, we've shrunk) out to lunch. On one hand, I don't want to go. On the other, I hate being overtly rude. And then of course there's the part of me that's going "hey, free lunch!" As an absolute coincidence, my boss managed to pick a place that I'm quite fond of for our meal. I say coincidence because she picked a sushi place because someone else told her it was good. Not because she a)knows I like sushi b)recalls that I'm vegetarian and knows the place has plenty of stuff that I can eat or c)bothered to remember that I've got a minor in Asian Studies and did a Japanese concentration. Though it ought to be an amusing meal. She was attempting to say the name of the place and couldn't. The only reason that I knew what she was talking about is because she said that it was in front of Lowes. She then called it a Japanese tea house. Uh...Actually, it's a nicely decorated hole-in-the-wall sushi bar. With yummy food. But a sushi bar, definitely not a tea house. I don't know if they even serve tea there, other than good old American iced tea. But whatever. I've already terrified the new girl with my apparently overly caustic sense of humor. So I'll try to keep the fangs from showing tomorrow. Though I'm beginning to think that smiling pleasantly and withholding the sarcasm might freak her out even worse. Poor girl's quite nice, but for someone almost exactly two decades older than me, she certainly does shock easily.
In other news, I've had a splitting headache all day long. I think I'm getting dehydrated or something; my skin feels sort of dusty or something too. I'm trying to finish up my edits for SHatD chapter 2, but it's hard to write Harry and Hermione with a throbbing headache. Draco, sure. He's not supposed to be a nice guy, but Harry and Hermione? Yeah...
I know this seems horrible that I'm saving this for last, but I really can't deal with it right now. Sugar Baby might have cancer. We're getting an ultra-sound a week from today. I don't even want to think about this right now. Every time I try, I feel like I'm going to be sick. Her 6th birthday is today, so I'm hitting Petsmart on the way home to buy her some new stuffed toys.
"In honor of [my] departure" tomorrow, my boss is taking me and the two other memembers of my department (yes, we've shrunk) out to lunch. On one hand, I don't want to go. On the other, I hate being overtly rude. And then of course there's the part of me that's going "hey, free lunch!" As an absolute coincidence, my boss managed to pick a place that I'm quite fond of for our meal. I say coincidence because she picked a sushi place because someone else told her it was good. Not because she a)knows I like sushi b)recalls that I'm vegetarian and knows the place has plenty of stuff that I can eat or c)bothered to remember that I've got a minor in Asian Studies and did a Japanese concentration. Though it ought to be an amusing meal. She was attempting to say the name of the place and couldn't. The only reason that I knew what she was talking about is because she said that it was in front of Lowes. She then called it a Japanese tea house. Uh...Actually, it's a nicely decorated hole-in-the-wall sushi bar. With yummy food. But a sushi bar, definitely not a tea house. I don't know if they even serve tea there, other than good old American iced tea. But whatever. I've already terrified the new girl with my apparently overly caustic sense of humor. So I'll try to keep the fangs from showing tomorrow. Though I'm beginning to think that smiling pleasantly and withholding the sarcasm might freak her out even worse. Poor girl's quite nice, but for someone almost exactly two decades older than me, she certainly does shock easily.
In other news, I've had a splitting headache all day long. I think I'm getting dehydrated or something; my skin feels sort of dusty or something too. I'm trying to finish up my edits for SHatD chapter 2, but it's hard to write Harry and Hermione with a throbbing headache. Draco, sure. He's not supposed to be a nice guy, but Harry and Hermione? Yeah...
I know this seems horrible that I'm saving this for last, but I really can't deal with it right now. Sugar Baby might have cancer. We're getting an ultra-sound a week from today. I don't even want to think about this right now. Every time I try, I feel like I'm going to be sick. Her 6th birthday is today, so I'm hitting Petsmart on the way home to buy her some new stuffed toys.