It’s the little stuff

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie I’ve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…

then come on over here and sit by me. Yeah, OK, I stole it from Steel Magnolias, which probably stole it from somewhere else. It sounds like it should be a Dorothy Parkerism, but what do I know? I tried Googling it, and came up empty handed. It seems my day to be ratting on…

I couldn’t wait – I put in for another job online today, even though that means I’ll have to scout around a little more for job postings next week. This position would include veterinary compounding, which really interests me for obvious reasons. Meanwhile, this is the first entirely free day I’ve had in a long…

Jamisinc: In the beginning, the deal was that we’d split everything 50/50 chore-wise. That (for obvious reasons) didn’t last too long. The Professor hates cooking. In fact, I’d take it a step further and say he’s intimidated by it. When he lived alone, he ate every meal out, or had take-away. He at first said…

Yesterday was March 3, 2003. 03/03/03. There’s a certain aesthetic pleasure in the date, even if it is totally devoid of significance. Well, perhaps it isn’t totally insignificant. It was the fourth anniversary of my employment here. The anniversary passed without any acknowledgement whatsoever; no surprise since no one was even here. What is surprising…