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I somehow got myself sucked into a religious debate on the Curves forum, and now I can't leave it alone. It's like picking at a scab.
Thanksgiving was fucking fantastic. Kristen made a huge amount of supremely delicious food, and we spent the day in pajamas just hanging out with Pinto, and generally having a good time.
I sold my Exxon stock to help pay off some of our bills. I keep thinking that I shouldn't sell it, but then I realize that the whole reason I have it is for things like this. The timing was good too, so selling it was a good plan.
My phone broke. It worked out for the best, though, because it gave me the incentive I needed to go get a new phone, and a new plan while I was at it. My phone bill is now officially in my name! I had to get a new number because Catherine owns the old one, and there would be no way for me to get it, no matter what, but that's only a minor pain in the ass. If you want my new number, email me.
And then there was the excitement of quitting my part-time job. I realized that I FUCKED UP. I should not have gotten a second job, especially not one that schedules me for ridiculously long hours. On Saturday I went to work, and 4 hours into my shift I told Annie that I'd like to talk to her when she got a chance. We went into her office, and I told her that I'd happily work the shifts that were already scheduled, but that I didn't want to be put on the schedule any more after that. She freaked out and started screaming and cursing at me, saying that I'd really fucked her over, and that she supposed that she couldn't fucking trust anyone, and that I should leave immediately. I kept saying "I'm really sorry to have let you down. I'm really sorry to have inconvenienced you. I'll happily work what I'm scheduled for." Finally she screamed "WHATEVER!!" and slammed the door at me.
So the moral of that story is... I didn't want to be working there anyway. Going in, I felt guilty as hell that I was quitting. As soon as she started yelling, all that guilt went away. What did she want me to say - "Ok, now that you're screaming at me, I'd do anything to work for you!". No, that doesn't make any sense.
The wedding countdown is now at 18 days. We need to figure out who hasn't RSVP'd yet, and make some calls. We also need to buy pew decorations (yay Christmas sale at Michaels!), print programs, print the things for the candles, and pay a bunch of things off. That's really not a bad list. At this point I'm just looking forward to it. I'm kind of over the whole planning part, and just want to get married already!
Thanksgiving was fucking fantastic. Kristen made a huge amount of supremely delicious food, and we spent the day in pajamas just hanging out with Pinto, and generally having a good time.
I sold my Exxon stock to help pay off some of our bills. I keep thinking that I shouldn't sell it, but then I realize that the whole reason I have it is for things like this. The timing was good too, so selling it was a good plan.
My phone broke. It worked out for the best, though, because it gave me the incentive I needed to go get a new phone, and a new plan while I was at it. My phone bill is now officially in my name! I had to get a new number because Catherine owns the old one, and there would be no way for me to get it, no matter what, but that's only a minor pain in the ass. If you want my new number, email me.
And then there was the excitement of quitting my part-time job. I realized that I FUCKED UP. I should not have gotten a second job, especially not one that schedules me for ridiculously long hours. On Saturday I went to work, and 4 hours into my shift I told Annie that I'd like to talk to her when she got a chance. We went into her office, and I told her that I'd happily work the shifts that were already scheduled, but that I didn't want to be put on the schedule any more after that. She freaked out and started screaming and cursing at me, saying that I'd really fucked her over, and that she supposed that she couldn't fucking trust anyone, and that I should leave immediately. I kept saying "I'm really sorry to have let you down. I'm really sorry to have inconvenienced you. I'll happily work what I'm scheduled for." Finally she screamed "WHATEVER!!" and slammed the door at me.
So the moral of that story is... I didn't want to be working there anyway. Going in, I felt guilty as hell that I was quitting. As soon as she started yelling, all that guilt went away. What did she want me to say - "Ok, now that you're screaming at me, I'd do anything to work for you!". No, that doesn't make any sense.
The wedding countdown is now at 18 days. We need to figure out who hasn't RSVP'd yet, and make some calls. We also need to buy pew decorations (yay Christmas sale at Michaels!), print programs, print the things for the candles, and pay a bunch of things off. That's really not a bad list. At this point I'm just looking forward to it. I'm kind of over the whole planning part, and just want to get married already!