The only thing that makes sense is moving forward.. Holy fucking hell : comments.
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Oh, noes! What are they doing to my Mari? Those bastards! They shall all die!
Sorry about the writer's block. All I can say is that I do understand. I feel the same way right now. I'm doing good to stay awake to accomplish anything lately. And with all the wank and drama going on both online and at home, let's just say that accomplishments are short lived. lol
Now, what's going on at work with Saturday? I DO want to hear about it. I don't care if it's long and convoluted. You've listened to me rant a million times. I'd be happy to listen. *hugs*
Sarcasm is awesome. It is the food of the gods. Or something. >_>
As for the definition of bugger, it means either to sodomize or something annoying and troublesome, depending on how it's being used. ^__^
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The Saterday thing is actually quite simple and might be subject to change. Change is something I do and do not like. I like change in physicl form (as in cash) but the concept of it... kind of annoys me. My boyfriend got a job which requires him to work an odd time on Saturday. I am pissed beyond all means, yet I am happy for him. I want him to make some money.
There is hope - if he moves up in the ranks (from truck driver to actual pharmacy tech) he will only have to work on the weekdays. I am hoping this will be so by the end of the year. Until then - every Saturday is angst day. I will be able to see him for part of the day (as says now) but... it just won't be the same. I am hoping that my boyfriend develops the happy talent of getting home early on the weekends. He can stay as late as he wants on the week days.
Though I do have to say that i think that his hours are a dight weird. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday (all at night, six until nine). Who could possibly need medicone delivered to them at nine on Saturday night? It seems entirely illogical to me. But that is how things work.
Wait a minute says I - is the pharmacy open that day *scratches head* according to boy friend no. Odd. I have a feeling that he is either forgetting something or leaving something out. Annoying. But that is men for you.
Either way, I hope that things are going better for you. Any hope on the horizon?