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losing everything on the downfall....
Thank you.
Mom and I discussed it last night, and despite dad's losing his job, she still insisted I get my car.
I have mixed emotions about it. Part of me now awaits the fourth shoe dropping. What other crappy thing is going to come down the pipeline to smash us to bits again.
Or, more accurately, me.
My ability to cope is definitely failing.
Someday, I will not work with morons. Someday, I will not overhear the constant, "Yay! We're going to kick those Godless heathens in the teeth!" comments that abound in the data entry area. I work in hell.
Luckily, the only thing that's saved me has been my, uh, ability to write porn.
And listen to very Bad Music very loudly. (earphones are my god as are Nine Inch Nails, Adema, Radio Iodine, the U2 tribute album, and Orgy... must remember that cd, too. Hrm.)
Coming home, the last thing I need to read about is more War Talk. Hence, my staying the hell of off DALnet last night.
I will not apologise for being snarky, rude, or otherwise. I am sorry if I hurt anyone. But I do have a breaking point, and it was reached before I got home last night. Dad's laying off was merely shit on the cake, so to speak.
I still believe this war is insane folly. And not the good kind of insane.
On a happier note, we picked up my car today (Mike, the finance guy looks like Joel Marks from Profiler... I kid you *not*). And I now have a 99 Saturn, that's the colour of drying blood. (Yes. I consider that an appropriate colour)
It's a very clean car.
Mom and I discussed it last night, and despite dad's losing his job, she still insisted I get my car.
I have mixed emotions about it. Part of me now awaits the fourth shoe dropping. What other crappy thing is going to come down the pipeline to smash us to bits again.
Or, more accurately, me.
My ability to cope is definitely failing.
Someday, I will not work with morons. Someday, I will not overhear the constant, "Yay! We're going to kick those Godless heathens in the teeth!" comments that abound in the data entry area. I work in hell.
Luckily, the only thing that's saved me has been my, uh, ability to write porn.
And listen to very Bad Music very loudly. (earphones are my god as are Nine Inch Nails, Adema, Radio Iodine, the U2 tribute album, and Orgy... must remember that cd, too. Hrm.)
Coming home, the last thing I need to read about is more War Talk. Hence, my staying the hell of off DALnet last night.
I will not apologise for being snarky, rude, or otherwise. I am sorry if I hurt anyone. But I do have a breaking point, and it was reached before I got home last night. Dad's laying off was merely shit on the cake, so to speak.
I still believe this war is insane folly. And not the good kind of insane.
On a happier note, we picked up my car today (Mike, the finance guy looks like Joel Marks from Profiler... I kid you *not*). And I now have a 99 Saturn, that's the colour of drying blood. (Yes. I consider that an appropriate colour)
It's a very clean car.