yuup

in response to the "when does he come home?" question - March-ish. i've got it all figured out though: this month i will be busy through next week for work things that i'm planning, then after that i have Thanksgiving at home to look forward to (now that i know i have the day after thanksgiving off!!! HORAY!!). then december will mostly be spent in a state of panic-driven, work-induced frenzy as i attempt to buy presents and plan for all that stuff. January will be pretty slow, February will probably be depressing for the first half, but exciting for the 2nd half. and throughout, it will probably balls cold and so i'll be too busy shivering to really notice the world around me. so all in all, i think it will be a sucessful and swift 4 months. now i just have to keep my fingers crossed that my rediculous employer doesnt can me before christmas, and i should be good. intiuged? (sorry, i'm not sure how to spell that)
yea, so it is not much of a secret that i am totally miserable at my job - and not so much because of what i DO but because of who i do it for. that company has turned me into a hateful and negative person and i am having a very hard time keeping a good attitude. and me with a bad attitude tends to free up my mouth, which in turn makes things come out of my mouth that will get me into trouble pretty soon. so anyway, in a state of unhappiness, i asked my boss for a letter of recommendation... there is a story that led up to that state of unhappiness, but i dont feel like typing it, so just assume that it was really rude and back stabbing and you'll get the idea. so yes, letter of recommendation requested partly to see if they would fold and give me the promotion that they dangled in front of me, and partly because i wanted to secure that before i went off on them all and got fired anyway. well, as a result of my honesty with my boss, they began interviewing for my job while i was gone - without telling me and in spite of the fact that i told them i wasnt leaving any time soon (seeing as i havent even really looked much at all). so now i feel like the rug is totally getting pulled out from underneath me and it is about the worst time of year possible for that to happen... not that any time is good, but come on - Christmas?! so yes. this is part of my life in a nutshell.... (no, THIS is my life in a nutshell! how did my life get in this bloody great nut shell? look at the size of this nut shell! what kind of a nut has a shell like this?!)