I seem to use 'ditzy' as a mood quite often....
My dad is blabbering on about having cancer, because he is ridiculous and obscene. He has a small circle of... hard skin, perhaps? Some strange anomaly on his back. The doctor doesn't know what it is, and is attempting to freeze and blister it off - depending on what happens, they'll proceed from there. In dadworld, this obviously means it's skin cancer. Obviously. I now know that if my dad is diagnosed with a terminal illness, he will take all his money and disappear around the world. No one else is invited and he won't come back, because he shouldn't have to answer to anyone!!1!
Oh, honestly.
Meanwhile (but in further dad news), he's supposed to be moving with his girlfriend in two weeks time. It's taken a lot of time and a lot of persuasion, but he has finally agreed to it. He will move out of here, and my older brother and his girlfriend will move in - so I'll be lodging with my brother, yes. Except suddenly, surprise! Dad and girlfriend are suddenly having doubts! If they end up messing my brother over, I will not be at all impressed. at all. I just don't even know sometimes.
I have every intention of making this the most boring update of all time, so I think I shall talk about work now. I had an exam at work today, to find out if I get to be a supervisor or not. Or, well, more accurately, I'm going to be a supervisor, but I have to pass this test first. I should know by Monday whether or not I succeeded. I don't feel that I did very well, if I'm honest, and being monitored by a senior company manager did absolutely nothing to help with general nervousness. But we ran through the first thirty or so questions once I'd finished everything, and I'm really not sure if I've passed or not. IT IS HARD TO SAY.
Michelle quit today. This has been looming for months, so I'm not even going to pretend to be surprised. Honestly, I think it's weight off everyones collective shoulders. I just don't really understand where she... well, I shouldn't go on about it I suppose. Just, ehhh. SO once I do pass my exam, whether this time or in a second attempt, I'll be taking her job. Which was basically agreed already anyway, but now it's even more finalised I suppose. So contracted 26 hours a week, and that is looking quite likely to include managing the store on Sunday's. WE ARE GOING TO BECOME A SUNDAY STORE JUST IN TIME FOR ME, LUCKY LUCKY.
This is so disjointed and dull, what am I even doing. Worst update >:(
Oh yeah, and my kid brother has a girlfriend. 'Kid brother', hahaha, he's seventeen. I'll stop calling him that one day. (spoilers: no I won't.) It's all very cute, in that 'oh look, he's FINALLY started showering and brushing his teeth' sort of way. ffff.
I would really like to end this update with something at least VAGUELY interesting, but there is very little to say. Thilan Rumsey continues to embarrass me. Tibastian has given me the gift of ridiculous gay porn, making my life a little bit questionably brighter. V.S. has given me the gift of not-quite-gay-porn-but-getting-there-maybe (and by 'given' I mean let me gaze at with great longing), which has made my life a little bit whimsically distracted. WORK IS FOR DAYDREAMING, RIGHT? I have started reading Nana, which feels like it shouldn't appeal to me and yet really truly does. Life, it bumbles on.
Oh, honestly.
Meanwhile (but in further dad news), he's supposed to be moving with his girlfriend in two weeks time. It's taken a lot of time and a lot of persuasion, but he has finally agreed to it. He will move out of here, and my older brother and his girlfriend will move in - so I'll be lodging with my brother, yes. Except suddenly, surprise! Dad and girlfriend are suddenly having doubts! If they end up messing my brother over, I will not be at all impressed. at all. I just don't even know sometimes.
I have every intention of making this the most boring update of all time, so I think I shall talk about work now. I had an exam at work today, to find out if I get to be a supervisor or not. Or, well, more accurately, I'm going to be a supervisor, but I have to pass this test first. I should know by Monday whether or not I succeeded. I don't feel that I did very well, if I'm honest, and being monitored by a senior company manager did absolutely nothing to help with general nervousness. But we ran through the first thirty or so questions once I'd finished everything, and I'm really not sure if I've passed or not. IT IS HARD TO SAY.
Michelle quit today. This has been looming for months, so I'm not even going to pretend to be surprised. Honestly, I think it's weight off everyones collective shoulders. I just don't really understand where she... well, I shouldn't go on about it I suppose. Just, ehhh. SO once I do pass my exam, whether this time or in a second attempt, I'll be taking her job. Which was basically agreed already anyway, but now it's even more finalised I suppose. So contracted 26 hours a week, and that is looking quite likely to include managing the store on Sunday's. WE ARE GOING TO BECOME A SUNDAY STORE JUST IN TIME FOR ME, LUCKY LUCKY.
This is so disjointed and dull, what am I even doing. Worst update >:(
Oh yeah, and my kid brother has a girlfriend. 'Kid brother', hahaha, he's seventeen. I'll stop calling him that one day. (spoilers: no I won't.) It's all very cute, in that 'oh look, he's FINALLY started showering and brushing his teeth' sort of way. ffff.
I would really like to end this update with something at least VAGUELY interesting, but there is very little to say. Thilan Rumsey continues to embarrass me. Tibastian has given me the gift of ridiculous gay porn, making my life a little bit questionably brighter. V.S. has given me the gift of not-quite-gay-porn-but-getting-there-maybe (and by 'given' I mean let me gaze at with great longing), which has made my life a little bit whimsically distracted. WORK IS FOR DAYDREAMING, RIGHT? I have started reading Nana, which feels like it shouldn't appeal to me and yet really truly does. Life, it bumbles on.