Qitches don't know 'bout my mad LJ posting skills. All aboard the File Transfer Wagon. This is reason for you to stop complaining that I never write.
I hate my job. It took 3 years, but it's caught up. Or should I say the new TD (aka my boss) has caught up. Completely incapable of doing his job, unless I'm watching over his shoulder guiding the way. The funny thing is, I applied for the job and didn't get it, as I was "too young". Which is a fucked up reason to turn someone away from a job that they're obviously capable of doing. I digress; he's ruined pretty much everyone's day today. For the last time! I'm going to have a meeting with some of the higherups.
In other notes, I'm very happy because I have a beautiful young lady in my life, who quit smoking; I have a happy house with no one on the verge of snapping all the time, and wicked room mates. I have a plan (montreal), a project (the 22' dia. geodesic dome), a big plate of veg sushi in front of me, a good friend in the neighbourhood, a good handle on reality, a rapidly expanding world view, a lot of love for everyone except my boss. Oh, and a working relationship. FTW!
No mind, no matter.
Keeping the peace, spreading love, dismantling capitalism.
- Who says I don't post on LJ enough?