Updates of DOOOOM!!
I always have problems writing these posts when I sit down and actually start writing it. But mostly I wanted to report on a few things that I have been remiss in telling you all about.
1) My 16 year old cat, Ketchup has finally passed away. He got really sick around Christmas time and seemed to get a bit better near New Year's. Unfortunately, quite quickly after that, his condition deteriorated and Momma and I made the decision to put him to sleep rather than have him suffer any longer. (He could hardly sit or lay down, he was in so much pain. And he hardly ate.)
I miss the bejeesus out of him, and it makes me sad that at the end of his life I couldn't even snuggle with him. That's my biggest regret.
2) The Jimmy's fuel pump died AGAIN. The third time in two years. We just got it replaced last summer I think. So Mom, Dad and I are left sharing a car. Mom has to get to the train station, I have to get to work and run errands, Dad has to get rides to and from his truck. That was just not working. So Mom and Dad surprised me with a car. They called and said so and I was like "O.o;?? Ferserious?!" It's a 2002 Honda Accord DX with a sunroof and leather seats. It's red and sitting in our garage unable to be driven. Gotta wait until all the paperwork comes in and stuff. *sigh* Means I'm still stuck taking Momma to the train station at 6 AM.
It'll be worth it in the end. =3
3) I got a job at Wiseway as a cashier. I started last week and my training ends on Thursday after I take the written test. I feel like I'm already a full-fledged cashier though since today Yvonne (the teacher for the class) was unable to make it in, Karen the shift leader had us grab a till and open our own registers. It would have been a bit nerve wracking, but it was so fracking slow today that it hardly mattered. But seriously, I end my training on Thursday and I start work officially on Friday. I work an 8 hour shift that day from 2:30 to 10:30pm, then on Saturday from 3:30 to 9:30pm.
I do rather like my job so far. I like talking with the people and helping them out. It reminds me of when I worked in the concessions booth in middle school. That was fun. I liked that. And we didn't even have any registers and calculators then. It was all done in your head. (For some reason I typed "hose" first, instead of "head.")
4) I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with me... Every once in a while, I'll just feel like crying. For no reason. I have no reason to be sad. But I will want to haul off to a corner and sob. Half the time I don't do it because people are around, but if I could, I would. It's not PMS because this happens at all times during the month. I suppose it could be residual grief over Kitty because I never let myself cry over that too much. (Which caused a breakdown at Brian's house once... he thought it was his fault. <33 Brian).
My job cheers me up, as does being around people. Although sometimes that doesn't stop it either. *headdesk*
It also aggravates everything that I'm trying to transfer to PNC for the fall and have to worry about getting all those things taken care of, along with the stress of just living with my sisters. Gah. Someone, please, buy me an apartment. I'll pay you back eventually, but please, get me out of here!!
1) My 16 year old cat, Ketchup has finally passed away. He got really sick around Christmas time and seemed to get a bit better near New Year's. Unfortunately, quite quickly after that, his condition deteriorated and Momma and I made the decision to put him to sleep rather than have him suffer any longer. (He could hardly sit or lay down, he was in so much pain. And he hardly ate.)
I miss the bejeesus out of him, and it makes me sad that at the end of his life I couldn't even snuggle with him. That's my biggest regret.
2) The Jimmy's fuel pump died AGAIN. The third time in two years. We just got it replaced last summer I think. So Mom, Dad and I are left sharing a car. Mom has to get to the train station, I have to get to work and run errands, Dad has to get rides to and from his truck. That was just not working. So Mom and Dad surprised me with a car. They called and said so and I was like "O.o;?? Ferserious?!" It's a 2002 Honda Accord DX with a sunroof and leather seats. It's red and sitting in our garage unable to be driven. Gotta wait until all the paperwork comes in and stuff. *sigh* Means I'm still stuck taking Momma to the train station at 6 AM.
It'll be worth it in the end. =3
3) I got a job at Wiseway as a cashier. I started last week and my training ends on Thursday after I take the written test. I feel like I'm already a full-fledged cashier though since today Yvonne (the teacher for the class) was unable to make it in, Karen the shift leader had us grab a till and open our own registers. It would have been a bit nerve wracking, but it was so fracking slow today that it hardly mattered. But seriously, I end my training on Thursday and I start work officially on Friday. I work an 8 hour shift that day from 2:30 to 10:30pm, then on Saturday from 3:30 to 9:30pm.
I do rather like my job so far. I like talking with the people and helping them out. It reminds me of when I worked in the concessions booth in middle school. That was fun. I liked that. And we didn't even have any registers and calculators then. It was all done in your head. (For some reason I typed "hose" first, instead of "head.")
4) I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with me... Every once in a while, I'll just feel like crying. For no reason. I have no reason to be sad. But I will want to haul off to a corner and sob. Half the time I don't do it because people are around, but if I could, I would. It's not PMS because this happens at all times during the month. I suppose it could be residual grief over Kitty because I never let myself cry over that too much. (Which caused a breakdown at Brian's house once... he thought it was his fault. <33 Brian).
My job cheers me up, as does being around people. Although sometimes that doesn't stop it either. *headdesk*
It also aggravates everything that I'm trying to transfer to PNC for the fall and have to worry about getting all those things taken care of, along with the stress of just living with my sisters. Gah. Someone, please, buy me an apartment. I'll pay you back eventually, but please, get me out of here!!