Can I lick it?

Macophiles beware...
http://www.apple.com/displays/acd23/

Want to touuuuuuch it... so very pretty... even bigger than the Boss's... mmmm...

So the FCA client is hell bent on making me miserable. *sigh* I wish this goddamn thing would just die. Boss has been given full leave to bring up the Golf Club of Truth and Justice should I ever mention doing this project again.

Still no call from the job place that was supposed to call monday. I'll give them a call tomorrow.
I'm torn. I really don't want to say yes to this place, should the offer be presented, but I reneg all right to bemoan my state should I turn them down. I'm just not sure it's fair to them to let them hire me, while knowing full well I'm still looking, and should something better come up, I'd jump ship in a heartbeat.
ponder ponder.
Also feeling guilty about the International House of Hand Granades. It's been right on the line since the get go that this is not my career, that I'm looking, and I could be gone in two weeks, no questions. And that's been ok, up until now. But now is the season of gluttony, or rather, giving, and it's looking very likely that should IHoHG last much longer, a)Rainman is going to turn up missing, b)I'm going to turn up missing, c)all the seasonal family guilt, I mean fun, that goes on 3.5 hours away will be missed, which means dealing with seasonal guilt x15 via phone.

There's never an easy moment, is there?
Being pressured to move home again. Live/work out there. Cost of living's a hell of a lot cheeper, I'll grant them that...
*sigh*
*double sigh*

- K.

grey

i didn't want their stupid job anyway.

and the bitch client just contacted me with problems with proof v2.0.
Reply to bitching email:
*exasperated shrug/sigh*
It's not there on my file.
It wasn't like that on the file I gave them.
It wasn't on the full color proof I gave them.
There's nothing else I can do.
Would it help if I cried Uncle?


numb
numb and sick

and there's nothing i can do about any of it

except go, get dressed, get in the car, go to 'work'

k.

Quoth Boss, "Fuck the merry people..."

I had a great long insightful post ready to fire off.

I am tired.

I'm feeling very young. Mostly due to the antics of other foolish young people.
I sigh and wonder how I got so old.
But not. Will never be. Can never catch up. Time doesn't work that way.

I am tired.

I have to work Saturday so I can drive Mom to Dartmouth on Monday.
Means driving home either Sat. night at 9:30 to get home around 1 am, or leaving Sunday morning. Driving up to Dartmouth and back monday, and driving back here tuesday before work.

I came up with the name of my couriering service today. Hell or High Water. I even know what the logo would look like. Eventually, even though I abhore them, the idea is to transport via Hummer, so literally, it can be there, Hell or High Water.

I want to get my CDL. (commercial driver's license.) Any idea how involved it is?

I am tired.

I had forgotten how much I hate this season, with all the commercialism, all the damn jewlery commercials, all the useless fucking crap that people buy, all the stupidity that surrounds this time of the year. Of the damn 'holiday hours' retail involves.

And I know what I want to get for a dear friend for their birthday. But I have absolutely no way of affording it.
*sigh*
Someday. Someday I will be able too...

I am tired.

- K.