* I look at long-term employment as being similar to marriage: it typically starts off in a burst of optimism, there's a honeymoon period, and then there's the ongoing daily grind of living with it. Right now it's kind of like The Ritz came home smelling like strange perfume with lipstick on its' collar, and I'm sleeping on the couch. I have no plans to break up with it for real, but I'm perusing the Help Wanteds and considering seeing other employers on the side.
* The XY still seems to be seething with courtlust, despite Little Child's lack of growth challenges and the whole HGH thing becoming a non-issue. This disappoints me on an ongoing basis. I would like to be able to not have an "emergency legal representation" fund to worry about paying into.
* In an effort to clean up our yard, because Trashcan Neighbor will be Trashcan Neighbor, we got a Bagster, and then SOMEone (I actually suspect The XY over Trashcan Neighbor this time, although you never know) reported the Bagster as a zoning violation and the C(o)unty sent a letter to MFA Landlord, who e-mailed me, and I promptly scheduled the Bagster's pickup and it will be a nonissue in two to three business days, but REALLY? I sometimes forget that I must live as a paragon of internal and external housekeeping virtue as a result of my ex-husband, Stalky, and Life In General being out to get me at any possible opportunity, but then life reminds me. While I was at it, I ordered us a 96-gallon recycling bin with a tip-bar since the C(o)unty-provided bin doesn't handle more than a week's recycling, and recycling pickup is only every other week. I'm thinking of painting it hot pink just to see how long it takes for someone to report it as a public nuisance.
* So that's the phone and electric bills that've gone UP, my income's gone DOWN, and it's fucking snowing AGAIN. I don't see how we'll ever get ahead, and am rather depressed. If by "rather" you mean "severely." How are all of YOU?