So got my unofficial notice of my promotion going through, which means in a little over a week I will be a financial advisor. Office in a high-rise and whatnot ( Read more... )

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So I'm facing the possibility that my family is either fucking stupid or there's an unspoken history of minor mental health issues.

Really, I'm boned either way. Guess who's mixin' the 'quil with alcohol?

I've outgrown my best friend of the last 10+ years.

We've known each other since high school, he followed me out of BC, he was the first person I came out to, I was best man at his wedding. And I fucking hate the person cheap selfish ignorant using bastard he's become ( Read more... )

Monday rolls around. I decide to have a BBQ at my place since we all have Tuesday off (for Canada Day. Yes, that's what we call it ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if I should really be feeling depressed about this, but I'm using the internet for hooking up which has pretty much erased any ability to just hit on people on the street in real life.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy and getting laid, but after hearing someone compare it to ordering pizza, I can't shake the connection.

As I just spent my entire tax refund on credit card debt, I have come to the conclusion that while saving for the future is fine and all, I'm getting too fucking old to shuffle credit card debt across 3 different cards just to keep the lower promotional rates ( Read more... )

I finally left my horrible horrible job! And I have a week before the next one starts ( Read more... )

so after whining about my job for like what, 3 years now? I finally pulled my shit together and found a better one which I'm accepting tomorrow ( Read more... )

Things are getting better.

I had a job interview that went ok, got some steak, listening to music that makes repetitive noisy sounds, and I'm actually looking forward to the gym.