Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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The Good, The Bad, and The Adorable... I don't really have time for an entry right now... still haven't showered or ironed for work, and I think Robbie's getting of me calling 10 minutes before opening to tell him I'll be a bit late. :( But, I'm gutted, and I need to get it out. Got the call yesterday from Interior Health letting me know I was 'unsuccessful'. Balls. See? This is exactly why I try not to get excited about things. They just fall through, and then you get a kick in the ass for your trouble. Bah. Apparently I'm a STELLAR candidate and was STUPENDOUS in my interview, but there was (as there always is, in these cases) someone more qualified than me. Surprise, Surprise. Damian is more upset than I am, I think... but in a typical act of irony on behalf of the gods, Damian landed the job he's been interviewing for. YAY! So, atleast one of us will be feeling better in their work in the new year. Promises of change are wearing thin for me, and have to admit I'm a little annoyed at feigned surpise when I indicate I'm looking at leaving for work in Nelson... particulary when the response suggests that I haven't given it enough time here.... what? I said... pardon? I think a year & a half is generous. I'm sorry, but working behind a register is not the pinnacle of my life, nor is it the best use of my brain. Neither is mopping floors, for that matter. At any rate. Que sera. 8:30 now. Balls. I don't want to go there again... another 11 hour shift that inevitably turns into 12 by the time I'm done. But atleast it's "Friday", and that gives some cause for celebration. We bottle our wedding U-Brew wine tomorrow... please god it doesn't taste like vinegar. It's a dodgy thing, U-Brew... dumping $500 on something you're not allowed to sample... yeesh. Scary. I don't generally like to leave the blog on a sour note, unless I'm entirely sour, in which case you'll see the "Fuck You" Cupcake again...., but today, I'm feeling hopeful - despite it all. So! I am VERY pleased to announce the arrival of my ever-darling nephew:
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