September 25th, 1982
So far, work is about what I expected it would be. And since I'm at the lower end of the pecking order, I get a lot of shite other people don't want to do tacked on to me. But it's steady work and I shouldn't complain. Then again, it's also a job for the sake of a job and I really don't want to spent the rest of my working life in a place that I have a 'meh' attitude towards.
I hope it gets better, but I won't be surprised if it doesn't. Some of the stuff is interesting, but other thing really aren't, and having my mother as my boss is a little intimidating. Then again, I knew that going in.
I just wish I had had something that called to me that said 'this is what you're supposed to do with the rest of your life, Galen', you know?
My sisters are all acting weird, so I'm avoiding them. Although Brielle is kind of hard to avoid, since we live together.
I think my toad might be sick, or something, because he hasn't been in the mood to come out of his cage, lately. He even refused his treat of pineapple Every Flavour Beans, which is worrisome, because he always has time for those. He's getting up there in years, so I guess I shouldn't really be surprised, but he's my toad. I've had him for ages.
Things with Abby are still brilliant. We've had a string of good luck lately, and I'd like that to not change anytime soon, thanks.
Only one more day of the weekend to enjoy. Damn.