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i’m having a love/hate relationship with my job right now. i don’t know if it’s just due to the stress from the job, or the added stress of school and having too much to do and not enough time to do it. the house is a mess and while i do get some help, it’s not enough (is it ever?) and i get easily frustrated. i only need to go about 6 more weeks and hopefully things will ease up. because my migraines are coming back and that means no joy in beckyland.

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i have a friend that’s getting married in vegas over the summer. just got the invite, and everything looked good on the calendar. get to work, and the boss hadn’t put her vacation on the books yet. yup, they overlap. i’m seriously bummed. if i had seen her vaca on the schedule, i wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. why the fuck can’t we treat it like a 3 day weekend and just check in on monday? we’re not doing brain surgery here. nothing that will change the world. i want to give my customers the best possible service that i can. really, i do. but would one day once in a while kill them? most of the time, i love what i do. other times, i think i need to be on my own. that’s a big leap, though. one we can’t afford right now. but i’ve about had it with worrying about everyone else’s schedule but mine.

we took the kiddo out to dinner friday night, in celebration of her 18th birthday. EIGHTEEN people!! when the hell did this happen?

we also hung out at a bookstore and went to a movie. just a low-key, relaxing evening. it was nice… seems like we never have time to do that.

she’s probably going to move out this summer, start another job, and start school in the fall. wow. eighteen. going to college. i was supposed to be done with college before she started. and i would have, had i not opted for the take a class, take a semester off, take a class, take a semester off approach. so, yeah. two of us in school.

she really wants to – maybe even needs to – move out. but that puts her expenses much higher than if she were living with one of us. and much harder for us to help out. the last few years have been rough. we’ve tried to get out of debt, but are mostly keeping even and paying things off a little at a time. which means not much progress in the ‘saving for a house’ arena. which also means, not much money for two people in college either.

i wish i knew of a way to make all of these things happen. for us and for her. i wish we could help her get a better start than we had at that age.

dear calgon:

listen here you bitch. we had a deal and you’re not keeping up your end of the bargain. i thought you were going to take me away.

and you didn’t. oh, you made promises about how we’d travel, sail around the world, laugh, drink wine, have fun, dance the night away. but NO. you’re too busy whoring out for all those other women out there. what about me? where’s the love? i wanted to get away from it all and you made fucking promises that you never intended to keep.

you skeevy hoor: the deal’s off. i hope you fall behind the bleach under the bathroom sink, never to be seen again.

you suck. love, me

stress level: high

frustration level: high

combustibility: high

likelihood of a nuclear meltdown: very high.

you have been warned.

homeland security official arrested in sex sting operation.

woah. i feel so much safer now.

i picked up my keys this morning and it immediately started pouring. what did i say? “so. not. fair.” and of course, j’s cracking up because HE doesn’t have to go out in it at 5.30 in the morning. bastard. (hee!)

fortunately it lightened up a bit – until i got to work. and a few minutes after getting inside it poured again.

i love rain. i do. but it’s much better when i don’t have to go out in it, and i can snuggle back down into the covers and hear the rhythm of the rain on the roof. we don’t get snow days. can i have a rain day instead?

i just checked out 4 books from the college library, all on leslie marmon silko. now, i last checked these out in november. and since then, someone has underlined passages in all of them. most are in pencil. some are in pen.

and you know what? it pisses me off enough that i’m erasing the marks as i come upon them. is that neurotic? obsessive-compulsive? i just can’t believe that someone would deface a library book like that. have books become so commonplace, so easily tossed aside that someone can just mark them up without a second thought?

what kind of barbaric children are people raising out there?