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Ticking along..

Well, per the title, things are still tickin’ along pretty well. The new job has a huge learning curve, and it’s taking some time to get accustomed to. Hello, overtime? LTNS, but it would appear you’re back to stay, at least for the present. It was a lovely Saturday here in my quaint city, and I volunteered to be on call, should anything need to be taken care of at work. Luckily, I only had to go in for 2-3 hours, and it was fairly easy to get everything straightened out. God, I’m so lucky to have a job I like. I don’t even mind the OT - for now, hehe. My boss is the absolute shiznit. Yes, I hate that word, but I have to give the man snaps, because he’s awesome. He bought us sushi the other day, because we’d been working our collective butts off, and because I came in this weekend, he said I could come in a bit later on Monday. w00t!

Abigail is still learning the proper difference between outside and indoors, so she’s staying in the kitchen whilst I’m at work. Silly mutt. Taz is, as always my little man. Is it wrong to love a dog more than you like most people?

Finally cleaned out the car today. It’s amazing what you find when you look under the seats, eh?

Finally, I must admit that I have finally come into possession of that age-old female fascination with a fine pair of shoes. 3 pair this week, and the higher the heel, the better. I am probably going to teeter down the stairs and snap my ankle in twain, but hopefully I’ll look a lil’ sassy while doing it.

It’s March, and I’m already slacking on the journal resolution. Sigh. Did I mention that I feel like crap today? Pollen is kicking my butt, and my allergies are in full gear. Thaaaaanks. Just got the car washed, and now it’s yellow again. Thaaaaaanks. Love ya, pollen. No, really.

LTNS, eh?

It’s hard to believe it’s been a month since I wrote anything. I’m not doing very well with my NY resolution, it would seem. This new job is much harder than my old one was, and the hours are longer, as well. It’s odd to go from one thing that’s utterly familiar and comfortable - to another, where you know exactly jack and squat, and are having to learn things all over again, only this time on a much grander scale. The position I was in before was, let’s say, a III, and now I’m a V, per se. I think I’m going to like it, but right now, I foresee many stressful days ahead. This week, I’ve been staying for about an hour after my normal leaving time, just to take care of things.. put out fires, etc. People outside of work tell you “Leave it - It’ll be there tomorrow”, but they just don’t understand that I work on deadlines enforced by Uncle Sam, and there are times when it, for lack of a better phrase, absolutely, positively has to be done by then, or else contracts are on the line, jobs could be endangered, and people’s careers could be kaput. Yes, I’m being melodramatic here, but still.. that’s what I keep thinking when things don’t get done.

In other news, I snapped part of a tooth right the hell off, and my beloved dentist (not on purpose) started drilling and lo’ and behold, there was an exposed nerve.

Pain. Lots of it. Multitudinous amounts. TNTC, for those micro geeks out there. Let’s just say I’ve learned my lesson, and will stay the heck away from tootsie rolls from here on out. Hello, Trident? Meet me. Mwah!

In other news, Abigail is still not potty-trained. Hello, nice lady who we got her from? You lied out your bum when you said this dog was potty-trained. Out. Your. Bum. Good thing I love her to pieces, or you’d have one looooong dog on your hands, chick.

Lastly, Microsoft Word is simultaneously a wondrous work of heavenly art, and a thing of the debil. Both, at the same time (said in the sad little voice Forrest Gump used when telling Forrest, Jr. that sad little line).

Something good: It’s pay week.
Something better: Day after tomorrow, I get my yearly bonus.
Something best’est: My little chihuahua is looking at me with the most precious brown eyes. Screw the bonus. C’mere, cutie!

Something bad: I forgot to go by and pay my car insurance.
Something worse: I got a ticket today. 42 in a 25. School zone. (Yeah, I know. STHU.)
Something worst’est: My car insurance is going to go through the roof. Yay!