I got the job. I got the job and I have signed and returned the offer letter. On September 1, I will be a real, full-time, in perpetuity employee, earning a good salary and drinking free espresso. Thank fucking god.

ALL OF IT.

fuck.

The bad first: I have a crush on a boy with a hot voice, and another on a boy over IM. One of these is a dead end work crush. The other is a dead end geographically. Sigh.

The good: I work in a place with at least one crush-worthy man! This is a step up.

is that even though I initiated it and even though it was almost six months ago, I'm still destroyed over it. I guess that's what happens when you put in six years.

Well, I'm embarking on something new. I've quit ASA, effective at the end of next week, to take a contract at a bigass web company. You'll know them by their signature yodel. It's a risk - the contract is only through September, but I think it'll work out. Plus, ASA was so awful, I was glad to have an excuse.

I'm about to do something a little nuts. I think it will work out. Cross your fingers!

I had the most fucked up night.

So, my neighbor's cat Paul has taken to hanging out in our house. He comes over and sits in the living room, on our beds, in the hallway... Sometimes he picks fights with Ella and eats out cat food. I even caught him pooping in the box once ( Read more... )

friends are good.

I am scary depressed. Jamie keeps asking me if I'm okay, and all I can say is "sorta." And then I burst into tears. This is not good.