[is captured.. for the queen to use.]

I'm out of work for the first time in quite some time now. Let me explain here, within a couple weeks of me starting I was informed that we were closing. Not just our branch, who was the least needed and brought in the littlest amount of money, but the entire company. This company has been around since 1919 and serves not only throughout the state, but the country, and even Mexico (a little fact I only knew from viewing the company webpage, that by the way hasn't been updated in about three years).

Point being, I had managed to come into a very well established business and make them drop to their knees in under three weeks. Nice. We were interviewed shortly after by the company that would be replacing us, I made an ass out of myself like usual and went about my life. None of us heard anything for nearly two full months, then a couple were hired.

I had thought about it and didn't want to transfer over, I didn't trust the company, the people, nor their so called ability. They don't know how to properly run what they have now let alone throw in a new edition in which they have never had. They've never dealt with a branch like us.

So, the human resources lady eventually came down to talk to me, and I informed her of all these things going on at home that would unfortunately prevent me from being able to accept employment from them. The stupid wench didn't care! She said she'd allow me to take two leave of absences right off the bat. I never actually accepted the job, she forced it down my throat even after many times of telling her I wasn't going to be able to do it. She literally filled out my hiring forms for me, while the other girls sat and wrote theirs out.

My current manager had said there was something weird going on, because this human resources lady hadn't made a real move until me. She had hired a couple of girls but had not filled out forms or anything of the sort. Within moments of talking to me she came down and did. I don't get it. Regardless to say, I don't work for them. They probably caught on to this when I never showed up. Ah well, you can't win 'em all, right?

My only regret here is ... the boy who works for them. Now that's sad that my hormones have that much over me to make me consider staying at a job I'm unhappy with, with a company that is just filthy, just because of some possibly nineteen year old, tall, strawberry blonde guy who barely ever makes eye contact and shuffles his feet. No matter what whenever I saw him I'd blush and get all fluttery. It was one sad sight.

Moving right along, about a week before Thanksgiving I attended a Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving, and it was the best thing ever. It was a bunch of Guy's friends few that I had met before while watching football at his place. Becca who I adore, made the entire meal and did a fantastic job. Even when she went to melt the marshmallows on top of the yams and stuck the plastic bowl they were in into the oven. Melted, nice. I have pictures of it, yay! Best turkey I've ever had, and the most intoxicating (literally) dessert ever.

Everyone spent the night there and I saw tapes of Guy when he couldn't have been more than 14, priceless. I met more people than I could count, and held myself fairly well. Until this one kid I couldn't stand was around, in which I would excuse myself to the balcony and I would tell Guy how I horribly wanted to murder that kid. HE WAS JUST HORRIBLE! I had to be to work the next afternoon, so we headed back home nice and early (I was woken up by Guy with a swift poke to the forehead, I don't get it either, don't worry.)

It was awful weather, tons of snow, and we spun out a couple times and almost died, but no big deal, right? I heard some great music and saw some great sights. It was a good time.

I'm leaving out romantic details of random things, as I don't understand it so there is no chance you're going to either. One word.. mistakes.

Next Monday I have to have all of my wisdom teeth removed, which in itself is unpleasant but throw in who my doctor is and it gets worse. Not to mention he's leaving the country four days after, that makes me nervous. Just not good, not good at all.

Trying to get everything out now and quickly so I can start to get ready. Ready for what you ask? Why.. Mo and I are going to see Guy's show tonight. Their band has a show, and like I said, we're going to see it. An entire day was devoted to try to help him think of a decent name for that damn band, only to have them be denied by all the other members. He wanted this certain name that contained Penguins and the band wouldn't go for it ... so, I've purchased him fun penguin toys! That's all.