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I never know whether to love or to hate my job. I think it's as bipolar as I am. Dammit, I'm so sore... again I state that they need to fix the scheduling. I am not fond of getting 2000+ piece trucks with only four people to unload them. As a matter of fact, I find it pretty annoying.
Mind you, not quite as annoying as learning that next year I'm going to be forking over twice the amount of money for insurance with half of the coverage. Nah, that's a little different. Still annoying though.
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Moving on, it looks like I may be getting involved with the next TMNT Fanfiction Competition again. I'm not in much of a state to actually run it this year- besides real life stress, some stuff has gone on this year that has me half out of the fandom door as is. But I've rather enjoyed working on it in the past three years, so I have no problems being a staff member. Now if we could just determine who's actually the host.
(dizzy) I haven't logged onto Stealthy Stories in forever. Things are already getting... fun.
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Bah. This kinda sucks. (gestures towards life in general) Definitely a booze night. 'Cept I have no real booze, 'cause despite what I may say, I really am still a fetus in that they won't let me buy it myself yet. I do however have Mike's Hard Lemonade. I'm told it doesn't really count, but it has alcohol in it, okay? I pretend it counts. XD