Some butthead broke out one of the back windows in my car and stole my stereo. Normally I wouldn't really care about a stereo THAT much, but Edward bought me that stereo as a gift after the cheapo factory one I had stopped working. It was really nice and purchased out of luv.

It's been a long day.

As soon as I walked up to my car this morning I knew it had been broken into. Not because I saw the broken window (didn't notice that for a bit), but because I saw the front door was unlocked. I never leave my door unlocked (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS).

And today was just not a great day to be robbed, as I had to be at work by 7:30 this morning. Any other morning I could have called in, told them my situation and gotten all of the police report/auto insurance stuff done. But noooo, not today. Today I had to drive my sad car over to my parents' house and swap it out for one of their cars and handle all the hard stuff at work. While working.

DAMN YOU THIEF. You couldn't wait until tomorrow?

Yay for auto insurance.

I know this is like, the whiniest post in the world but dammit. Getting your stuff stolen sucks. Right in front of my own apartment too. BOO.

And I cut my finger on window glass WAH.

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So my big Friday night plan was to watch The Godfather II while eating lots of spaghetti and drinking wine (like an Italian!) and I was pretty darn excited about it. I had all of my spaghetti cooked up and my wine poured and I was settling in to get started when I realized I should probably wash my dishes RIGHT AWAY because I didn't want my roommate to know I had cooked and then done my dishes because SHE had a bunch of dishes in the sink and I didn't want to feel obligated to wash her dishes too. Normally I would not feel obligated, but from time to time I will wash her dishes for her because it feels wrong NOT to washes her dishes when I'm already doing mine. And she now KNOWS that I wash her dishes (unless she believes in the dishes fairy) and now I guess she kinds of expects me to wash them? But tonight I just didn't feeeeeel like it. Anyway. Just as I was finishing up washing, she walked into the apartment. BUSTED. Then she sat in the kitchen and told me of her boyfriend woes while I did all the dishes, including hers which were gross because there was a lot of milk in them and some old oatmeal blehhhhh, and then she didn't even bother to help me dry or put away and then she didn't say thank you.

Now I've eaten all my pasta and had a glass of wine and am kind of bummed out. But oh well, I guess now I'll just snuggle with my kitty cat and watch a comedy.

Holy fuck, The Godfather II is 200 minutes! Well, maybe this was for the best, I don't think I could have made it through. That is way, way, way, way, way too long for a Friday night.

MST3K it is!

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I haven't been updating much, as I've entered zombie mode. Work 8:30-5:00 Monday-Friday. Every day go home, play with Dagmar, maybe watch a show or a movie. Eat. Go to bed. Do it all again. Weekends aren't much better.

It's hard to make friends when you live in a bigger city and work in a small office.

Speaking of small offices.

My co-worker Daniel quit, leaving me completely alone with my boss (who I like, so it's fine) but this is an incredibly busy work environment and my anxiety level has been HIGH since he left. We've gone through two temps who hated working here and I've taken on 9 projects. It's overwhelming. Thank goodness for overtime.

Speaking of overtime.

I was supposed to become a salaried employee when I started full time this March. But I guess there was a glitch (of course there was a glitch) and I was being paid as an hourly. Which was totally fine, as hourly workers get paid bi-weekly and salaried employees monthly. I wasn't happy with my salary, however, as Daniel made more than I did, even though we hold (held) the same position. So I brought it up to my boss, who put in for a raise for me and yayay I got it. But now I'm salaried, so no more overtime pay and no more every other week paycheck.

But it's worth it.

I'm hoping my life will improve once Edward gets here, as I'll have a companion and someone to go do things with, other than my two sisters who both have significant others and retail jobs. Both make hangout time difficult.

Anyhow. I'm here, writing this now at 5:20 instead of heading home because my boss ended her mediation at 5:00 and I'm concerned she may want to debrief. I called her and haven't heard back though, so I guess I'll wrap it up, go home and watch The Godfather.

Yay.

My apologies for the poorly structured entry, it was kind of just a brain dump.


Never mind, just got an email from my boss. She's coming back here with a group from the mediation (maybe the whole group?).

Damn.

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