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My..it has certainly been a while...
17 years ago
Well....to all you happy watchers...*looks* Oh...only one. *shrugs* Well...to anyone who can read journals without being a watcher, and the one i have, *feels a little special* here is a new update for this...thing.
Still living in the same apartment, but the lease gets ever closer to becoming finished. November will be the last month I think we'll be in this place, and though it's a nice apartment, I'm not so certain I'm that torn up about leaving. Maintenance sucks, knowing this by wanting to strangle them. Lights just don't seem to want to stay functioning, which the guys say we have to fix now. Guess they realize they can't do their jobs correctly. Hopefully we're getting a bigger place for less or the same cost we're getting here, and it's closer to my work, so less gas mileage. *Does a little jig*
And since we're on the subject, work. OR my job actually. For those that care...I have to now. For that is who I work for. CARE Ambulance. Their slogan? Because we do. Isn't that so cute? *Wants to bang his head against a brick* The work is fine. I love the fact I help those that can't get to the places they need to. I drive a wheelchair van. Not very glorified but it pays well and I still help people out. What I hate about the job I have is the co-workers I must deal with. If you think there are whiners at a fur convention...you have never worked with EMTs before. They can bitch and moan with the best of them. Even if they have a valid point, they will drag it on and on. Dispatching is hard work, I realize this. But you'd think that they would have road experience enough to tell that it takes longer than 15 minutes to get from one side of Indianapolis to the other. *Sighs* But I digress....and rant. And ranting can be done later. Moving on...
Family. My own business. *nods* But suffice to say I"m glad I don't live with my mother anymore.
And since there's not much else I can add to this thing, I'll leave you with some parting words. Life's a bitch, but at least you get to pulls it's hair and make it moan every once in a while.
Later ;D
Still living in the same apartment, but the lease gets ever closer to becoming finished. November will be the last month I think we'll be in this place, and though it's a nice apartment, I'm not so certain I'm that torn up about leaving. Maintenance sucks, knowing this by wanting to strangle them. Lights just don't seem to want to stay functioning, which the guys say we have to fix now. Guess they realize they can't do their jobs correctly. Hopefully we're getting a bigger place for less or the same cost we're getting here, and it's closer to my work, so less gas mileage. *Does a little jig*
And since we're on the subject, work. OR my job actually. For those that care...I have to now. For that is who I work for. CARE Ambulance. Their slogan? Because we do. Isn't that so cute? *Wants to bang his head against a brick* The work is fine. I love the fact I help those that can't get to the places they need to. I drive a wheelchair van. Not very glorified but it pays well and I still help people out. What I hate about the job I have is the co-workers I must deal with. If you think there are whiners at a fur convention...you have never worked with EMTs before. They can bitch and moan with the best of them. Even if they have a valid point, they will drag it on and on. Dispatching is hard work, I realize this. But you'd think that they would have road experience enough to tell that it takes longer than 15 minutes to get from one side of Indianapolis to the other. *Sighs* But I digress....and rant. And ranting can be done later. Moving on...
Family. My own business. *nods* But suffice to say I"m glad I don't live with my mother anymore.
And since there's not much else I can add to this thing, I'll leave you with some parting words. Life's a bitch, but at least you get to pulls it's hair and make it moan every once in a while.
Later ;D
