Life is good. I have a job, and I work 5 8-hour days per week. My husband has a job, and he works a totally effed up schedule. Work Monday & Tuesday, off Wednesday & Thursday, work Friday & Saturday & Sunday. Off Monday & Tuesday, work Wednesday & Thursday, off Friday & Saturday & Sunday. Repeat first week, repeat second week. Oh, and he works 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. He took a new position at work. He's not a supervisor anymore, he's a maintenance guy. Actually, he works at his company's wastewater treatment plant. He says he works on other things, too, but all I hear him talk about is watching water go roundy-roundy. I call him a "turd herder", which he isn't fond of. He's happier without the stress of a supervisory position, so I'm happier. We don't get to see each other for very long throughout the week, but the money is still coming in.
Speaking of work...I have a coworker who makes driveway gravel look intelligent. Here's an example:
Coworker: My birthday is tomorrow, and I was born in 1967. How old will I be?
Me: Um, you're kidding...right?!?
CW: No, I'm not kidding. I'm really bad at math.
Seriously?!? My coworker has 5 kids because she's allergic to latex, and her pregnant daughter is in jail because she was caught with marijuana and Oxycontin. White Trash Expo time, folks! Thank God more of my coworkers aren't like her, because I would have either quit or gone insane by now.
I'm a kinda sad panda, because I should have plane tickets to California for this weekend. I really wanted to go, but the hubby's weird work schedule prevented it. I was told I need to get my ass back out there, and soon. I'm working on it, but it won't be until next year at the earliest. Hubby and I didn't go on a honeymoon after we got married, and we're kind of planning a trip tentatively set for next summer. Seattle, Washington D.C., and New Orleans are on the short list. If I get my way (and I usually do), we will fly to Los Angeles so I can hang out with my friends for a day/night, then we will take the Amtrak Coast Starlight from L.A. to Seattle. I'm seriously salivating over this. Like, totally drooling. While in Washington, I want to go to Mount St. Helens and the Olympic National Forest. And if I'm that damn close to Forks, I might as well go there, too.
I really don't have anything to bitch about, but I have no idea what I'm dressing up as for Halloween. I love Halloween, and I love dressing in costume. I hate choosing a costume. I might say "screw it" and go as The Dude from "The Big Lebowski". Because, you know, The Dude abides. And we both like bowling.
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