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It's been a while since I've posted, so here's an update:
Our kitten has reached that lovely teenage stage where all she wants to do is bite and chew on things. Typically us, typically in the middle of the night. I so can't wait for her to get back to the mellow place.
The 9-5 is made of about four levels of ridiculous. One would assume that a corporation currently opening anywhere from 2-3+ stores a month for the last 10 years would have figured out how to streamline this process by now. As is the case with most assumptions, one would be terribly, terribly wrong. I do like the job, theoretically. I actually like my Assistant Manager. She's fun, quirky, and calls me 'Sir' as a matter of course.
We'll be moving in with
skye2412 in a few weeks. Should helps us out on rent/bills, and we're moving to the north side of town which should shave anywhere from 15-20 minutes off my daily (currently hour long) commute. With gas prices at $4 a gallon here and me driving a vehicle that gets about 14-17mpg, that's gonna matter a lot.
My writing continues in its own bedraggled way. But, it doesn't look like I'll be able to do anything at work on that angle. I am randomly getting new ideas and elements for them at random which I'm keeping tracking of. I'll figure something out.
Through Capoeira and then interest in Rastafarian ideology, I've finally made my less casual approach to Voudoun/Santeria/Candomble and West African religion in general. It feels good so far and is giving me some unique insight into the world. I made a deal with the Baron many suns ago concerning my phobias and such dead things, he made a deal back. Looks like it's time to play with the piper. I can handle it, and it's something I need to become a part of in my own ways. It'll even be helpful with SCA stuff as my persona will be West African and not Arabic.
Other than my sleep schedule being absolutely retarded right now due stress at work compounding stress at home, compounding stress in general I'm okay.
Our kitten has reached that lovely teenage stage where all she wants to do is bite and chew on things. Typically us, typically in the middle of the night. I so can't wait for her to get back to the mellow place.
The 9-5 is made of about four levels of ridiculous. One would assume that a corporation currently opening anywhere from 2-3+ stores a month for the last 10 years would have figured out how to streamline this process by now. As is the case with most assumptions, one would be terribly, terribly wrong. I do like the job, theoretically. I actually like my Assistant Manager. She's fun, quirky, and calls me 'Sir' as a matter of course.
We'll be moving in with
skye2412 in a few weeks. Should helps us out on rent/bills, and we're moving to the north side of town which should shave anywhere from 15-20 minutes off my daily (currently hour long) commute. With gas prices at $4 a gallon here and me driving a vehicle that gets about 14-17mpg, that's gonna matter a lot.
My writing continues in its own bedraggled way. But, it doesn't look like I'll be able to do anything at work on that angle. I am randomly getting new ideas and elements for them at random which I'm keeping tracking of. I'll figure something out.
Through Capoeira and then interest in Rastafarian ideology, I've finally made my less casual approach to Voudoun/Santeria/Candomble and West African religion in general. It feels good so far and is giving me some unique insight into the world. I made a deal with the Baron many suns ago concerning my phobias and such dead things, he made a deal back. Looks like it's time to play with the piper. I can handle it, and it's something I need to become a part of in my own ways. It'll even be helpful with SCA stuff as my persona will be West African and not Arabic.
Other than my sleep schedule being absolutely retarded right now due stress at work compounding stress at home, compounding stress in general I'm okay.