i made the trip out to the island yesterday to talk to my human resources manager. she said that, because the orthopedic surgeon could not give a reasonable expectation of the ability to work, i would not be allowed to do so until i saw the rheumatologist. however, that not being until the 17th, i would have pointed out before then and lost my ( Read more... )

all right, let's try this, before bear starts sending me threatening letters...

i wish i could say things are much better on the home front, but better would be an exaggeration. or, you know, a complete lie. my condition has actually deteriorated over the past couple of weeks. my orthopedic doctor believes i have either rheumatoid arthritis or ( Read more... )

i suspect a substantial, meaningful update is long overdue. then again, not too many people read this, so i guess meaningful and overdue are a matter of perspective.

well, i suppose the biggest and best news in recent months is that i found a job. since october, i've been working as a 220 sander at paul reed smith guitars. prs is one of the ( Read more... )

only some things, as an update is woefully overdue.

my birthday came and went quietly, without much ado. to be honest, i don't understand the need for anything more; love from those family and friends most thankful for my birth all those years ago is entirely sufficient. now, should i make it to eighty retaining all my faculties, every birthday ( Read more... )

while i hoard the love, i'm a sucker for context. my dad’s birthday was october 28th. not the same. just so you know...

in other news, thanks, nkuvu! you're a real gem ( Read more... )

the village flew over the cuckoo's nest. or something like that. fun times at work, at the very least.

her: yeah, so... i'm pretty sure i didn’t understand a word you just said.
me: that...happens a lot, actually.
her: i think i hate you a little when you do that.
me: i can respect that.

me: did you change out my drawer?
her: not yet. why?
( Read more... )

random thoughts thought randomly:

i hate the prospect of openings. i am habitually inclined to seek sleep at 0300, not end it at that hour. if i wanted to be up and working before the sun, i would have taken a night shift somewhere ( Read more... )

my job makes me a bad person. i spend most hours on the floor quite moody (though i've mastered the art of self-infliction), and either annoyingly cynical or, worse, perhaps, relationally apathetic. when i get home, i realize that i don't like myself very much, because of things i've said or done. for some reason i cannot fully understand as yet ( Read more... )

dear starbucks ( Read more... )

i'm an official barista; i'm sexy!

only, not really. really, i have milk on my shoes.

thanks, wes.

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