So there's a school levy coming up in February. The last one failed, if I'm not mistaken, and was obviously a great blow to the already MacGuyveresque held-together-with-gum school district. This next one is coming smack dab in the middle of a string of job losses and a sensationalized awareness of how much America eats dick financially, so things aren't looking up.
Not that there's an excuse or anything. Back in November when a mysterious blue aura washed over the nation (except gay people), every single initiative to increase taxes to pay for this or that passed, in Kitsap County at least. Kitsap Transit got some more cash that they goddamn better well use to add more bus routes, Eyman's horrible bill to make traffic worse got shot down, they even decided to set aside tax dollars to pay for better training and wages for orderlies and assisted living nurses. So godDAMN had they better vote to give the school $70 million for a measly quarter increase per $1000 to property taxes.
Community activism and the outcome of the general election in November tell me that the levy is in good shape, and will likely be renewed for the next four years. However, I also happen to talk to a lot of crochety old bastards who seem to have a potent hate for young people and wish for nothing more than the population of whatever town they live in to be as ignorant and depressed as they are. The "fuck you got mine" mentality is strong in a military retirement town, and no matter how many picket signs you wave, and no matter how many people may honk, or wave, or even stand beside you and yell, once they get that ballot in the mail (we do mail ballots because we're also lazy), they're going to look at it, make a gut reaction, and give education a good fisting.
It's still three weeks away. I've already got an outline for my massive furious rant that I plan on sending as letters to the editor.
Ugh, I had a whole thing here about how I get angry about stuff before it happens, but when I pulled up a couple of sites to check numbers, all the comments attached to the articles about the levy were insane sociopaths screaming to keep taxes down and to not vote for the levy. So fuck it. Fuck every single person who votes no for the school levy. ESPECIALLY all the people who don't own property and don't read about their taxes and just vote because they're scared the government is going to come directly to their house and rob them. Fuck you, I hope you all suffer for the rest of your lives. Even if the levy passes, if you vote no on it then you're pure garbage.
Here's a good one to end everything with:
Quoted from the comments on the Kitsap Sun newspaper's website, here.
"2.4 million for 2180 computers? Thats over $1100 a pop. Where the heck are they buying them. I can buy a pretty good laptop most anywhere for 500-600 bucks. They are selling desktops at wal-mart for $400. What special needs do the school computers have that I am not aware of."
BUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO GODDAMN DUMB I CAN'T TIE MY SHOES I WANT EVERY CHILD TO BE USELESS AND A BURDEN ON SOCIETY JUST LIKE ME BUHHHHHH
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I'll just leave this here
I haven't updated in awhile so I'll just empty my head out here.
Rock Band 2 was purchased by a close associate with a lot of disposable income. I was quickly depressed that I was only proficient at the parts of the game that required little real-life talent. I can do a lot of the guitar songs on hard with little practice, but I can't find pitch or sing for shit, and for some goddamn annoying reason this bugged the hell out of me.
Snow is a motherfucking BITCH when you're not 5-16 years old. I wanted nothing more than to go out and run around and have fun but it was goddamn cold out and every time I tried to make a snowman the dogs destroyed it because they thought I was making a snowball for them to catch. Also, one of our dogs enjoys hiding in snow banks for long periods of time.
Long underwear is absolutely fantastic.
Two friends but not one friend has come up here from Portland for the holy days. I've been enjoying time with one of them but I have yet to contact the other and I should really get on that because I don't see or talk to her nearly enough. We will likely go to Seattle and eat noodles or something.
Baldur's Gate is a good game to play when you do not want to spend money on video games or movies or whatever for a few months. Especially since there's enough modular content floating around out there to fill three more installments. Eldrich Dayfucker the Archer/Cleric is ravaging the countryside of Amn with his indifference and clout.
I got a pair of chattering teeth for Christmas but they are neither poisonous or sharpened so what's the point?
My new watch is a Timex which I understand is fairly low class but it fits my wrist better than any other watch I've owned and it also tells me what time it is which I enjoy very much.
I bought another copy of Final Fantasy X when Season and I realized that we couldn't find our old copy and also we remembered that it was fucked somewhere around Besaid Island. I got it in a bundle deal from some guy on the internet along with Metal Slug Anthology, because she wanted to play it again. She claimed that we were going to take turns, but she has yet to take hers and I've just acquired the airship.
The commercial for that PediPaws thing is a pile of bullshit(duh). The only dog in the house that isn't skiddish about having his nails trimmed is the one that's terrified of out-of-place furnature. I got it to trim MY dog's nails, since they're getting very long and one of them broke. He won't let me do anything to them, so I'm probably going to have to take him to the vet to get sedated while a vet tech clips them. Hopefully this will give me enough time to get him used to it.
Club Nintendo is interesting, but now that I've registered everything I only got halfway to the Game 'N' Watch collection I wanted.
My cat pisses slightly off the side of his catbox, and also I caught him eating his food, moving slightly to the left, throwing up, and then moving back and continuing eating.
I want to write just like John Hodgman, except I want to write about different things than John Hodgman because if I did not adhere to that second condition I would be stealing from John Hodgman and I do not wish to do that.
Old Super Mario cartoons are horrible.
Rock Band 2 was purchased by a close associate with a lot of disposable income. I was quickly depressed that I was only proficient at the parts of the game that required little real-life talent. I can do a lot of the guitar songs on hard with little practice, but I can't find pitch or sing for shit, and for some goddamn annoying reason this bugged the hell out of me.
Snow is a motherfucking BITCH when you're not 5-16 years old. I wanted nothing more than to go out and run around and have fun but it was goddamn cold out and every time I tried to make a snowman the dogs destroyed it because they thought I was making a snowball for them to catch. Also, one of our dogs enjoys hiding in snow banks for long periods of time.
Long underwear is absolutely fantastic.
Two friends but not one friend has come up here from Portland for the holy days. I've been enjoying time with one of them but I have yet to contact the other and I should really get on that because I don't see or talk to her nearly enough. We will likely go to Seattle and eat noodles or something.
Baldur's Gate is a good game to play when you do not want to spend money on video games or movies or whatever for a few months. Especially since there's enough modular content floating around out there to fill three more installments. Eldrich Dayfucker the Archer/Cleric is ravaging the countryside of Amn with his indifference and clout.
I got a pair of chattering teeth for Christmas but they are neither poisonous or sharpened so what's the point?
My new watch is a Timex which I understand is fairly low class but it fits my wrist better than any other watch I've owned and it also tells me what time it is which I enjoy very much.
I bought another copy of Final Fantasy X when Season and I realized that we couldn't find our old copy and also we remembered that it was fucked somewhere around Besaid Island. I got it in a bundle deal from some guy on the internet along with Metal Slug Anthology, because she wanted to play it again. She claimed that we were going to take turns, but she has yet to take hers and I've just acquired the airship.
The commercial for that PediPaws thing is a pile of bullshit(duh). The only dog in the house that isn't skiddish about having his nails trimmed is the one that's terrified of out-of-place furnature. I got it to trim MY dog's nails, since they're getting very long and one of them broke. He won't let me do anything to them, so I'm probably going to have to take him to the vet to get sedated while a vet tech clips them. Hopefully this will give me enough time to get him used to it.
Club Nintendo is interesting, but now that I've registered everything I only got halfway to the Game 'N' Watch collection I wanted.
My cat pisses slightly off the side of his catbox, and also I caught him eating his food, moving slightly to the left, throwing up, and then moving back and continuing eating.
I want to write just like John Hodgman, except I want to write about different things than John Hodgman because if I did not adhere to that second condition I would be stealing from John Hodgman and I do not wish to do that.
Old Super Mario cartoons are horrible.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
FFFFFFFFFF
damn man
Okay, so, I may or may not be in trouble at work. I'll start from about a week ago because I just can't seem to update anything with any frequency whatsoever HERE WE GO
Since the population of Port Orchard just loves not paying any taxes at all the school district's levy fails with an alarming frequency. I believe it's been losing for the past five years or so. Anyway, cuts are constantly being made, and recently there were some cuts made to the custodial department. No jobs were taken from anyone who had them, but they fiddled with some of the part-timers' shifts and just didn't fill some slots that retired within the school year. That's fine, it's damage control, although three or four part-time shifts are rovers and they're doing mostly useless shit all year.
Anyway, the only way that I'm going to be able to slide in anywhere is if someone quits from a position that is necessary. Well, that happened last week! The gentleman at an elementary school left for a job at the Coast Guard, and one of the swing shift guys at a middle school took his place. So, theoretically, his shift should be opening soon. However, the sub office has given the shift to a new sub. Now, I don't want to harp on anyone's work or anything, but I've been working at the district for three years, and I'd like to think that if there was a position opening up, and for whatever reason they weren't putting it up on the site like every other goddamn time a job has ever been available, that it would go to someone with some seniority, and not just a random new person.
I really, really don't want to be "that guy" that pitches a bitch fit about union rules whenever something happens that involved him not getting something, but dammit I've been trying to get hired on permanently for two years of the three years that I've been impressing everyone I've come in contact with.
Or so I thought...
While lamenting this situation to another custodian, I was informed that at some previous time in my experience working for the school district, I was denied a job that I had applied for because I was "lazy". More specifically, that I started out strong, but petered out as time went on. I don't really remember a specific time when I felt that this was the case, usually if I feel like I'm crapping out I try to bring myself back up specifically so that this doesn't happen to me. But, apparently somewhere early on I got labelled as a poo-poo worker. Now, hopefully this was a long time ago, and has since been dispelled by the sheer volume of character references I have on my resume, but it really could have happened any time. Now, there is at least a slight chance that this person is just an insane gossipeer, but I don't really think she's the kind of person to do that.
So I don't know what's going to happen. I just want regular work, I'm sick of not knowing how big my paycheck is going to be every month. I really want to be able to plan properly for this and that.
I'd also like to have health insurance.
And a hoverboard.
Okay, so, I may or may not be in trouble at work. I'll start from about a week ago because I just can't seem to update anything with any frequency whatsoever HERE WE GO
Since the population of Port Orchard just loves not paying any taxes at all the school district's levy fails with an alarming frequency. I believe it's been losing for the past five years or so. Anyway, cuts are constantly being made, and recently there were some cuts made to the custodial department. No jobs were taken from anyone who had them, but they fiddled with some of the part-timers' shifts and just didn't fill some slots that retired within the school year. That's fine, it's damage control, although three or four part-time shifts are rovers and they're doing mostly useless shit all year.
Anyway, the only way that I'm going to be able to slide in anywhere is if someone quits from a position that is necessary. Well, that happened last week! The gentleman at an elementary school left for a job at the Coast Guard, and one of the swing shift guys at a middle school took his place. So, theoretically, his shift should be opening soon. However, the sub office has given the shift to a new sub. Now, I don't want to harp on anyone's work or anything, but I've been working at the district for three years, and I'd like to think that if there was a position opening up, and for whatever reason they weren't putting it up on the site like every other goddamn time a job has ever been available, that it would go to someone with some seniority, and not just a random new person.
I really, really don't want to be "that guy" that pitches a bitch fit about union rules whenever something happens that involved him not getting something, but dammit I've been trying to get hired on permanently for two years of the three years that I've been impressing everyone I've come in contact with.
Or so I thought...
While lamenting this situation to another custodian, I was informed that at some previous time in my experience working for the school district, I was denied a job that I had applied for because I was "lazy". More specifically, that I started out strong, but petered out as time went on. I don't really remember a specific time when I felt that this was the case, usually if I feel like I'm crapping out I try to bring myself back up specifically so that this doesn't happen to me. But, apparently somewhere early on I got labelled as a poo-poo worker. Now, hopefully this was a long time ago, and has since been dispelled by the sheer volume of character references I have on my resume, but it really could have happened any time. Now, there is at least a slight chance that this person is just an insane gossipeer, but I don't really think she's the kind of person to do that.
So I don't know what's going to happen. I just want regular work, I'm sick of not knowing how big my paycheck is going to be every month. I really want to be able to plan properly for this and that.
I'd also like to have health insurance.
And a hoverboard.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
My house is a MOOD HOUSE
Because everyone's in a mood haw haw haw
Okay, from what I can piece together, Season got in a tiff with my mom about her working conditions. She was unhappy that her hours were being drastically cut and my mom and sister's hours were staying pretty solid. I wasn't present during the argument, so I am not sure exactly how angry everyone got, but the subsequent conversation I had with the two of them separately leads me to believe that tensions are high.
On one hand, my mom has a very delicate financial situation. She does need the work she has (although some luxuries could probably be cut but that's neither here nor there), and her boss is putting decent effort to keep her working. She at least feels that she needs to do this, and she's being given the opportunity to.
On the other hand, Season is losing her job. She's being gradually phased out of the schedule at a job she's been working at for nearly four years. A job that she believe doesn't treat her very well. She has bills to pay just like (nearly) everyone else, and the loss of even more hours is enough to make someone worried for their financial future.
So there's really no clean way out of this. The part where everything gets particularly messy, is that it seems like mom is taking this personally. I might be wrong on this, but I can't comprehend why someone wouldn't understand a co-worker's frustration at losing their job. It doesn't seem like mom to take it so personally. I do not understand this situation, but I know that it feels pretty tense in this house right now.
I don't know why I'm writing this, I mean, there aren't really a whole lot of people who read this thing, and everyone who does either already knows or already read Season's post. I guess I just wanted to make sure I recorded my thoughts on this, and I suppose I wouldn't be too terribly upset if someone involved found it by accident.
In other news, Fallout 3 is pretty fun, and the Bloody Mess perk caused a destitute wasteland raider's head to fly vertically at a such a speed that it did not reenter this world for the four minutes I waited for it.
Edit: Everything is fine I guess!
Okay, from what I can piece together, Season got in a tiff with my mom about her working conditions. She was unhappy that her hours were being drastically cut and my mom and sister's hours were staying pretty solid. I wasn't present during the argument, so I am not sure exactly how angry everyone got, but the subsequent conversation I had with the two of them separately leads me to believe that tensions are high.
On one hand, my mom has a very delicate financial situation. She does need the work she has (although some luxuries could probably be cut but that's neither here nor there), and her boss is putting decent effort to keep her working. She at least feels that she needs to do this, and she's being given the opportunity to.
On the other hand, Season is losing her job. She's being gradually phased out of the schedule at a job she's been working at for nearly four years. A job that she believe doesn't treat her very well. She has bills to pay just like (nearly) everyone else, and the loss of even more hours is enough to make someone worried for their financial future.
So there's really no clean way out of this. The part where everything gets particularly messy, is that it seems like mom is taking this personally. I might be wrong on this, but I can't comprehend why someone wouldn't understand a co-worker's frustration at losing their job. It doesn't seem like mom to take it so personally. I do not understand this situation, but I know that it feels pretty tense in this house right now.
I don't know why I'm writing this, I mean, there aren't really a whole lot of people who read this thing, and everyone who does either already knows or already read Season's post. I guess I just wanted to make sure I recorded my thoughts on this, and I suppose I wouldn't be too terribly upset if someone involved found it by accident.
In other news, Fallout 3 is pretty fun, and the Bloody Mess perk caused a destitute wasteland raider's head to fly vertically at a such a speed that it did not reenter this world for the four minutes I waited for it.
Edit: Everything is fine I guess!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Post-Post Modern Man
Okay I had a smoothie the other day from one of those coffee stands and I'm hooked. It sort of had the texture of a creamy slushie, except it didn't taste like Mountain Dew or burning cherries. I didn't know that coffee stands did smoothies, much less that I would enjoy one so much. It was like eating a shitton of candy except you don't feel like a slug two hours later. I suppose fruit is sort of the candy that we were intended to eat or something.
The best one I've had so far is the accidental one in whatever tiny village is in between Poulsbo and Port Townshend, they used ten frozen strawberries and a fresh banana, some yogurt, and crushed ice, and a 16 oz. cup cost $3.50. I drank it all, got two brain freezes, and felt pretty damn good for the rest of the day. It's almost like the sushi effect that I get, where about a half hour after eating a bunch of fish I just feel damn great. Except cheaper and with more sugar.
I went to a stand in-town, and so far the better one is in Whereverthefuck. The one near the bowling alley here (I'll get the name of it later) was good, but they didn't have any bananas, so they used flavoring. It still tasted good, it was just obvious that it wasn't a real banana.
I care about food a lot more than I used to. Just a few years ago I was absolutely fine with eating a pre-packaged microwavable cheeseburger-in-a-box, and now I'm eating sushi for chrissakes. Not that there's anything wrong with sushi, it's just one of those things that is frequently talked about by people who wear trenchcoats to school and talk about Sailor Moon in ways that make general society profoundly uncomfortable. I would like to take the opportunity to say that the only time I've worn a trenchcoat was because a friend of mine got one (He's allowed, he's native american and enormous(not fat)) and I wanted to wear it in a grocery store while looking menacing.
I only wish I cooked things more. When I do it's really hit or miss, either I completely fuck something up and we end up with "Alex Chips" which are overdone quesadillas that segment apart like they wished they were the Soviet Union, or I make a garlic alfredo that actually inspires visions of the lord. Practice makes perfect I guess, I just need to actually bother to do it.
The best one I've had so far is the accidental one in whatever tiny village is in between Poulsbo and Port Townshend, they used ten frozen strawberries and a fresh banana, some yogurt, and crushed ice, and a 16 oz. cup cost $3.50. I drank it all, got two brain freezes, and felt pretty damn good for the rest of the day. It's almost like the sushi effect that I get, where about a half hour after eating a bunch of fish I just feel damn great. Except cheaper and with more sugar.
I went to a stand in-town, and so far the better one is in Whereverthefuck. The one near the bowling alley here (I'll get the name of it later) was good, but they didn't have any bananas, so they used flavoring. It still tasted good, it was just obvious that it wasn't a real banana.
I care about food a lot more than I used to. Just a few years ago I was absolutely fine with eating a pre-packaged microwavable cheeseburger-in-a-box, and now I'm eating sushi for chrissakes. Not that there's anything wrong with sushi, it's just one of those things that is frequently talked about by people who wear trenchcoats to school and talk about Sailor Moon in ways that make general society profoundly uncomfortable. I would like to take the opportunity to say that the only time I've worn a trenchcoat was because a friend of mine got one (He's allowed, he's native american and enormous(not fat)) and I wanted to wear it in a grocery store while looking menacing.
I only wish I cooked things more. When I do it's really hit or miss, either I completely fuck something up and we end up with "Alex Chips" which are overdone quesadillas that segment apart like they wished they were the Soviet Union, or I make a garlic alfredo that actually inspires visions of the lord. Practice makes perfect I guess, I just need to actually bother to do it.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Barberism
Is monday some sort of barber holiday or something? I tried to get a haircut today but literally every single barber shop and/or hair salon is closed in this town. Other than a Supercuts but the last time I went to a place like that was in the 8th grade when the lady went apeshit with some clippers and made me look like a five year old for a few months.
Come to think of it, that's when I stopped getting my hair cut for awhile. I had forgotten how big of a hair misfortune I was back in the day, until I found an old copy of alt.gen that had my picture in it.
Okay, first the haircut thing. After I was berated (honestly, it was apt, I probably would have mocked me too) for looking like my daddy lifts weights for a living, I decided that I wasn't going to deal with that shit anymore. I don't know if it was a consious decision or not, but I didn't get a haircut for a good three years after that. It's not that I have bad hair, I understand that a homosexual gentleman who cuts hair in a mall would kill his own father to bottle my color. Although I get the impression that he would have killed his dad for a milkshake or possibly an encouraging college rock song. It's just that once it got to a certain point it stopped being "messy artist" hair and spilled over into the "unkempt D&D nerd" hair territory. It also didn't help that I had a bit of a slouch and a beard that can only be described as "Celtic".
The facewarmer was pretty ridiculous, I don't recall how many times I tried to shave before I just chucked that notion in the shitterl. See, most of the general, day-to-day habits I have came from emulating television. Not out of intent, mind you, mostly out of necessity. If I took after my dad I would barely be able to understand how our economy is driven, or why there are so few native americans left, or spell. Although I'd probably be able to make a damn fine Grand Slam poached hard with extra bacon. I got off track; I had no idea how or why to shave, so I didn't. Normally this wouldn't matter. I'd just be a particularly hairy high schooler. Unfortunately, my beard wasn't really a beard, all the way. It left a couple centimeter wide gap of pristine, untouched, baby-soft skin directly under my chin. It looked like I had some obsessively powerful mutton chops. To sum up, I was not dirty, just sloppy.
Enter alt.gen. I still want to be a writer, but it bubbled forth around 10th or 11th grade, I don't remember exactly. alt.gen was a project I would love to refer to as ambitious, but unfortunately to be successful you have to take displaced high school and give them guidance, not full control over a magazine. Long story short, a cluster of ten or so nerds who I personally thought were individually talented were given a magazine to write for. Unfortunately we were also supposed to get subscriptions, market the magazine, blah blah blah. My point is that we took staff photos and I looked like a dork. I get regular haircuts now and seeing that picture made me want to get one today.
Goddamn I'm scattered. I need to get my shit together.
Come to think of it, that's when I stopped getting my hair cut for awhile. I had forgotten how big of a hair misfortune I was back in the day, until I found an old copy of alt.gen that had my picture in it.
Okay, first the haircut thing. After I was berated (honestly, it was apt, I probably would have mocked me too) for looking like my daddy lifts weights for a living, I decided that I wasn't going to deal with that shit anymore. I don't know if it was a consious decision or not, but I didn't get a haircut for a good three years after that. It's not that I have bad hair, I understand that a homosexual gentleman who cuts hair in a mall would kill his own father to bottle my color. Although I get the impression that he would have killed his dad for a milkshake or possibly an encouraging college rock song. It's just that once it got to a certain point it stopped being "messy artist" hair and spilled over into the "unkempt D&D nerd" hair territory. It also didn't help that I had a bit of a slouch and a beard that can only be described as "Celtic".
The facewarmer was pretty ridiculous, I don't recall how many times I tried to shave before I just chucked that notion in the shitterl. See, most of the general, day-to-day habits I have came from emulating television. Not out of intent, mind you, mostly out of necessity. If I took after my dad I would barely be able to understand how our economy is driven, or why there are so few native americans left, or spell. Although I'd probably be able to make a damn fine Grand Slam poached hard with extra bacon. I got off track; I had no idea how or why to shave, so I didn't. Normally this wouldn't matter. I'd just be a particularly hairy high schooler. Unfortunately, my beard wasn't really a beard, all the way. It left a couple centimeter wide gap of pristine, untouched, baby-soft skin directly under my chin. It looked like I had some obsessively powerful mutton chops. To sum up, I was not dirty, just sloppy.
Enter alt.gen. I still want to be a writer, but it bubbled forth around 10th or 11th grade, I don't remember exactly. alt.gen was a project I would love to refer to as ambitious, but unfortunately to be successful you have to take displaced high school and give them guidance, not full control over a magazine. Long story short, a cluster of ten or so nerds who I personally thought were individually talented were given a magazine to write for. Unfortunately we were also supposed to get subscriptions, market the magazine, blah blah blah. My point is that we took staff photos and I looked like a dork. I get regular haircuts now and seeing that picture made me want to get one today.
Goddamn I'm scattered. I need to get my shit together.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Relocitron
I need to move. So badly do I need to move. I have to have a place that is my own, I am very very sick of having to worry about bothering family with shenanigans, about when it is and is not acceptable to be naked, and buy some food that isn't a goddamn Special K energy granola whatever. Unfortunately! Poverty is on the upswing of fashion, and regardless of the sheer number of homes not being sold or rented, people are still huge bitches about dogs.
My sidekick is a corgi/lab/pit bull? mix who is just happy as hell to be around a person, and seems to have a good grasp on not being depressed that he's a normal-sized dog with legs that are less than a foot long. He's a good dog, he's well-mannered, housebroken to the point of embarrassment, and cleans up better than any dog I've ever known. Yet, no one seems to care. I guess everyone thinks their dog is a good dog, and renters hear that all the time regardless, but it's frustrating.
We found a place that's not only okay about pets, but that actually encourages them. Unfortunately, the place is a little smaller than I'd like, and it came up at a very inopportune time; both my fiancee and I are worried about money and future and the like at this point, so we're not sure if we're going to take it. It's admittedly a great deal, but that doesn't matter much if you're not sure about how much money you're going to have next month.
She wants to get another job, but she's got so much on her plate as is, I'd like if she had some time off. Hopefully I'll be getting some more work here pretty soon and she won't have to worry about it. Not a very eventful week, no serious crimes against humanity or anything to report about.
I lost most of the rant I had in my head a week ago about the thing where the guy yelled at kids. Oh well.
My sidekick is a corgi/lab/pit bull? mix who is just happy as hell to be around a person, and seems to have a good grasp on not being depressed that he's a normal-sized dog with legs that are less than a foot long. He's a good dog, he's well-mannered, housebroken to the point of embarrassment, and cleans up better than any dog I've ever known. Yet, no one seems to care. I guess everyone thinks their dog is a good dog, and renters hear that all the time regardless, but it's frustrating.
We found a place that's not only okay about pets, but that actually encourages them. Unfortunately, the place is a little smaller than I'd like, and it came up at a very inopportune time; both my fiancee and I are worried about money and future and the like at this point, so we're not sure if we're going to take it. It's admittedly a great deal, but that doesn't matter much if you're not sure about how much money you're going to have next month.
She wants to get another job, but she's got so much on her plate as is, I'd like if she had some time off. Hopefully I'll be getting some more work here pretty soon and she won't have to worry about it. Not a very eventful week, no serious crimes against humanity or anything to report about.
I lost most of the rant I had in my head a week ago about the thing where the guy yelled at kids. Oh well.
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