AltairKaosu

The girl I told you about before...the one who couldn't move forward and couldn't move back? She's still here, and still scared out of her mind. I'm not sure if things are getting better or not.  Maybe it's only my imagination, but there seem to be some pretty bright days mixed in with the usual crappy ones.  I've been having a rough time of it lately, but I think it's just been the Week From Hell.  Other people in my life have been feeling it too, so I don't think I'm totally crazy. I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life, or how I'm going to survive married life if I don't have a better job.  My finances are fairly shot to s

Yes, I just said 'stuffzorz'.  Get over it. Things are going pretty well.  The crazies are starting to come out of the woodwork at both jobs, but this will be my *counts* fourth or fifth Christmas in retail.  I'm used to it.  I made friends with all the girls at the MAC counter, so they keep coming in to Lush to visit me.  ^_^ In other news, Pat very graciously agreed to go see The Mist with me and a few friends, even though he doesn't like horror movies.  He hated it, needless to say. I found it a very moving, very faithful, excellent adaptation of the short story, which is one of my favorites.  I won't spoil it, if you want spoilers, go

Today at work, I asked one of the trainers a casual question about my dog, something along the lines of: "How old do you think Tessa is, personality wise?"  Because I think she acts much younger than she is, and I was just trying to make conversation. This woman looked at me and said:  "Well, about eight.  An untrained eight, no offense.  She acts like she's been getting away with a lot." I was floored.  Who says that just out of the blue?  I found it to be really insulting (even if it is a little bit true).  And this was just AFTER she had asked me to go out of my way on my way home to drop off a letter for her. I mean, I know she's a dog