So all the dust seems to have settled from last weeks run of god awful luck/ life trying to break my spirit. I’m not skipping merrily anywhere but I feel less exhausted.
Today I am working, even though the phones are down. I work for a telephone hotline. The phones are down. Why did I work today? Speaking of work, do you know what Friday is my darlings? My beautiful gumdrops? Friday, makes one year without getting fired or quitting.
To celebrate, we’re going to have a fancy dinner, by we I mean the boy, myself, and whichever of my friends gives enough of a crap that I managed to hold down a steady job. Which, is a small, but noble group of people.
It doesn’t feel like I’ve been working here that long, but somehow it also feels like 5 years. Haha…eh.
I swear to god I am going to punch a phone tech this week, and by punch I mean speak tersely but politely to, because what else am I going to do? If I punched everyone who didn’t do their job properly I’d never stop punching people.
I am working on being harder to annoy, but … well yeah. Probably not.
I did end up getting my passenger window up though! Small victories my friends, that is what it’s all about. I also found a cute pair of sandals at payless for half off, so, again, yay.
For Father’s day, I was broke, so I drew a picture for my dad with the children as firefly characters. Nick as Wash, Steph as River, Me as Kaylee, and the boyfriend as Dr.Tam. You can’t see it in the scan but it says “Happy Father’s Day, to the best Dad in the ‘Verse!” I’m trying to get it colored in photoshop.
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Awesome right? I know. I am a great daughter. I am also getting Pappa Alice Cooper tickets, pending vip access. When you are a daughter, the best form you can be is the first born. And then the second born… she’s all right. But the first born is the famous daughter. And then the son, eh, no one gives a crap about him. When does he come, two days in, to the calendar month? He’s useless. First born. The daughter. The main daughter.


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