I am at work. Again.

[mousme]

I miss my weekends.

There was a Cute Girl From Vermont who expressed interest, then backed off as though I had scalded her when I mentioned that, due to the Olympics, my schedule was FUBAR until the end of March. I can't blame her, but I'm disappointed.

Meow.


Work switched my schedule around this weekend so I'd be working days instead of nights, so I have to miss maya_banana's baby shower tomorrow, which SUCKS.

My father wanted to take me and my mother to the theatre sometime soon, too, but between my schedule and the paucity of available tickets, we can't all go at the same time. It would have worked if I was free on weekends, ironically, but since I don't have any free weekends for the next forseeable EVER, I guess that's right out.

Sometimes I have to remind myself very forcefully of why I like this job.

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[toughlovemuse.livejournal.com]

Honey, that is my day. Every day. With a smattering of "Almost but did not quite kill annoying coworker." and "Meant to do housework and cook. Had a nap instead."

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I can't help but notice that you don't blog about that either. ;)