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And find what wind serves to advance an honest mind.
It is really fucking sad when the job that you loathe, that erodes your self-respect, underpays you, and which a trained DOG could do, is the highlight of your day.
The day had such promise. I knocked myself out with aspirin, I had ok dreams.... But it was difficult to sleep without my fan. I came home to it stolen from my room. I found it just now. In the living room. Nobody asked me if they could use it. No one returned it. Nope. My fan. Bought with MY hard-earned money from my crappy job.
It's back in my room.
But I was digressing. I woke up to my sister asking if I could give her car a jumpstart. Apparently, the maroon saturn is having battery trouble.
I can't. As I found out while visiting mytwin a few months ago, my battery is side-mounted. You have to remove a ton of shit to get to it, making it really not worth it.
But. Hey. It was almost time to get up anyway. And I was going to the library, there to score more Charles de Lint. Yay.
Kat gets picked up by the idiot who she's dating, and I rummage for breakfast...
So, as I'm getting in my car, the skanky ho from next door stops me. Apparently, a car "in the back" has its windows smashed and a door wide open.
Deciding that checking is at least a good idea, I lock my door and stalk into the house, muttering imprecations.
For once, the whorebitch did something mildly intelligent. For, lo and behold, the saturn's back passenger window was shattered, and the passenger door was wide open. They'd gotten into the glove compartment. Sadly, the mess in the car was already there before they'd touched it.
I go back in, and, yay. Jenna's up. I report that the car has been broken into. She doesn't care. I mention it wouldn't start. Oh, look, she's actually interested.
Called my mother, mentioned the police, handed Jenna the phone. Told the fucking bitch to get dressed and phone the police. And left. I did NOT have time for this shit, it isn't my car, and if I'd stayed around my sister, I probably would have hit her.
Stupid cunt.
Actually hit the library. Yay. And got to work. Sad.
Mom called, asked about the time of the break-in. Me, the ever-suspicious noted that I thought it could be the skanky whore from next door. Mom says she probably knows who did it. Probably watched, too.
I read at work. Jack the Giant Killer, then a new SF novel by Kristine Smith, I think. Haven't finished the latter yet, but it's a fairly decent first book. Main character makes me think of Dom. Timey would like her. ;)
Once home, I find that all the ACs are off. All. Including my room. My candles are soft and squishy.
Yes. It's hot. So hot that wax candles are melting.
Because some idiot decided to turn off the Air Conditioning.
Why did I get out of bed this morning?
The day had such promise. I knocked myself out with aspirin, I had ok dreams.... But it was difficult to sleep without my fan. I came home to it stolen from my room. I found it just now. In the living room. Nobody asked me if they could use it. No one returned it. Nope. My fan. Bought with MY hard-earned money from my crappy job.
It's back in my room.
But I was digressing. I woke up to my sister asking if I could give her car a jumpstart. Apparently, the maroon saturn is having battery trouble.
I can't. As I found out while visiting mytwin a few months ago, my battery is side-mounted. You have to remove a ton of shit to get to it, making it really not worth it.
But. Hey. It was almost time to get up anyway. And I was going to the library, there to score more Charles de Lint. Yay.
Kat gets picked up by the idiot who she's dating, and I rummage for breakfast...
So, as I'm getting in my car, the skanky ho from next door stops me. Apparently, a car "in the back" has its windows smashed and a door wide open.
Deciding that checking is at least a good idea, I lock my door and stalk into the house, muttering imprecations.
For once, the whorebitch did something mildly intelligent. For, lo and behold, the saturn's back passenger window was shattered, and the passenger door was wide open. They'd gotten into the glove compartment. Sadly, the mess in the car was already there before they'd touched it.
I go back in, and, yay. Jenna's up. I report that the car has been broken into. She doesn't care. I mention it wouldn't start. Oh, look, she's actually interested.
Called my mother, mentioned the police, handed Jenna the phone. Told the fucking bitch to get dressed and phone the police. And left. I did NOT have time for this shit, it isn't my car, and if I'd stayed around my sister, I probably would have hit her.
Stupid cunt.
Actually hit the library. Yay. And got to work. Sad.
Mom called, asked about the time of the break-in. Me, the ever-suspicious noted that I thought it could be the skanky whore from next door. Mom says she probably knows who did it. Probably watched, too.
I read at work. Jack the Giant Killer, then a new SF novel by Kristine Smith, I think. Haven't finished the latter yet, but it's a fairly decent first book. Main character makes me think of Dom. Timey would like her. ;)
Once home, I find that all the ACs are off. All. Including my room. My candles are soft and squishy.
Yes. It's hot. So hot that wax candles are melting.
Because some idiot decided to turn off the Air Conditioning.
Why did I get out of bed this morning?