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magedragonfireThings are a little better now. Not near as emo-tastic. That's a good thing, yes? XD The... unpleasantness has passed. Not without repercussions, I think, but hopefully things won't go bad again.
In other news, I've finally handed in notice at the clinic. Should've done it a month ago. The past week, though, has just been the breaking point. Joy's filling in for Trevor while he's on vacation... I knew it wasn't going to be a picnic - she keeps you hopping - but on one of the days last week, she just kept making screw-ups after screw-ups and creating more messes for me to clean up, and Jackie-the-new-dolt wasn't helping, and augh. She has no idea how to deal with people. No idea how to run a business without, apparently, alienating people. Joy, that is, anyways. It made me so angry, the things she was doing -
As a side note, I don't exactly remember what they - the bad things - were, but I remember the rage as clearly as I had been feeling it then. I'm like that. Can never think of specifics, but I'll always have odd feelings of 'this was like this', and know it be true, even if that explanation won't satisfy some people. Sean always used to try and trump me in arguments because I could never think of a specific counterexample to his bullshit, even though I knew it wasn't right. My scent-memory is incredibly, incredibly powerful, too. I can remember specific days and incidents from fifteen years ago if I smell a scent that reminds me of something. Odd.
- Anyways. Very angry. Came into work the next morning, and nonchalantly wrote the notice. Took me an hour to come up with the right words, though, and it ended up being maybe thirty words in total, excluding the date and my signature. XD Keep it simple, the advice-things said. Well, I did.
So I will no longer have a job as of the 18th. That's fine with me. I'll have to find a new one pretty soon, though, 'cause I'm not going back to school next semester. Have no idea what I'll look for yet, though. Maybe retail. Definitely something non-stressful. None of this busy healthcare office thing again.
I need to save some monies, and I need to figure out just what it is I'm doing. I know, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now... But it's a tough question. Thus, it needs thinking-over.
The way Mom was talking, though, you'd think I was quitting school outright. She ranted at me on the way to work this morning. "Blahblahblah can't quit I'll give you money damnit". Shut her up right quick when I told her it was already too late to register, though. XD It's not just about the money. I really do want to figure out what I want to be doing with the rest of my life - and I'd also like to move out at some point, which she would not pay for because I'm apparently the only person who will suffer her self-righteous grumbling nowadays. So.
The mystery of the missing tax return has been solved. Dad didn't spend it; no, because of a miscalculation on his part - something to do with RRSPs - that he knew about before I gave him my tuition to file on his forms, he ended up owing the government $4000. So. My $900-1000 ended up going right to them.
Asshole. Couldn't even warn me to just put it on Mom's. Oh, no, he'll just use it to pay off more of his debts, and to the government this time! So angry.
And I'll be tearing him a third asshole if he doesn't get me the damn money nigh-immediately. I don't care what other debts he has. He outright lied to me. Hadn't gotten it back yet, my ass!
Horsefucker!
Rrrrgh.
I did manage to have some fun on the weekend, though, with a much needed break away from all this shit. Went up to the cabin that Trav's parents have rented... It's on one of the lakes outside of Kamloops this time. There were so many dragonflies and butterflies! Waterbirds, too. So neat. Lots of mosquitos, though, which my many angry-red-and-itchy spots will attest to. Bleh.
We lazed around a bunch, sat out in the sun, took a nice row out around the lake, etc, etc. I have a tan that doesn't look near as funny now, heehee.
It was fun, though. Relaxing. I need more of that. Too much stress recently.
Guitar strings snap when they get overwound. I think I feel that happening sometimes, the coils of metal straining against things pulling me every which way, half of which aren't even under my own control. I'm trying - slowly - to fix that which I can, but... Well, we'll see.
I thought of an idea for a story tonight, while I was half-listening to the radio at work. I might write it down. I might not.
It'd be about the next being to ascend to something god-ish. And the person who has to clean up all of Her mess.
Fun times. One of us indeed.
We'll see.
In other news, I've finally handed in notice at the clinic. Should've done it a month ago. The past week, though, has just been the breaking point. Joy's filling in for Trevor while he's on vacation... I knew it wasn't going to be a picnic - she keeps you hopping - but on one of the days last week, she just kept making screw-ups after screw-ups and creating more messes for me to clean up, and Jackie-the-new-dolt wasn't helping, and augh. She has no idea how to deal with people. No idea how to run a business without, apparently, alienating people. Joy, that is, anyways. It made me so angry, the things she was doing -
As a side note, I don't exactly remember what they - the bad things - were, but I remember the rage as clearly as I had been feeling it then. I'm like that. Can never think of specifics, but I'll always have odd feelings of 'this was like this', and know it be true, even if that explanation won't satisfy some people. Sean always used to try and trump me in arguments because I could never think of a specific counterexample to his bullshit, even though I knew it wasn't right. My scent-memory is incredibly, incredibly powerful, too. I can remember specific days and incidents from fifteen years ago if I smell a scent that reminds me of something. Odd.
- Anyways. Very angry. Came into work the next morning, and nonchalantly wrote the notice. Took me an hour to come up with the right words, though, and it ended up being maybe thirty words in total, excluding the date and my signature. XD Keep it simple, the advice-things said. Well, I did.
So I will no longer have a job as of the 18th. That's fine with me. I'll have to find a new one pretty soon, though, 'cause I'm not going back to school next semester. Have no idea what I'll look for yet, though. Maybe retail. Definitely something non-stressful. None of this busy healthcare office thing again.
I need to save some monies, and I need to figure out just what it is I'm doing. I know, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now... But it's a tough question. Thus, it needs thinking-over.
The way Mom was talking, though, you'd think I was quitting school outright. She ranted at me on the way to work this morning. "Blahblahblah can't quit I'll give you money damnit". Shut her up right quick when I told her it was already too late to register, though. XD It's not just about the money. I really do want to figure out what I want to be doing with the rest of my life - and I'd also like to move out at some point, which she would not pay for because I'm apparently the only person who will suffer her self-righteous grumbling nowadays. So.
The mystery of the missing tax return has been solved. Dad didn't spend it; no, because of a miscalculation on his part - something to do with RRSPs - that he knew about before I gave him my tuition to file on his forms, he ended up owing the government $4000. So. My $900-1000 ended up going right to them.
Asshole. Couldn't even warn me to just put it on Mom's. Oh, no, he'll just use it to pay off more of his debts, and to the government this time! So angry.
And I'll be tearing him a third asshole if he doesn't get me the damn money nigh-immediately. I don't care what other debts he has. He outright lied to me. Hadn't gotten it back yet, my ass!
Horsefucker!
Rrrrgh.
I did manage to have some fun on the weekend, though, with a much needed break away from all this shit. Went up to the cabin that Trav's parents have rented... It's on one of the lakes outside of Kamloops this time. There were so many dragonflies and butterflies! Waterbirds, too. So neat. Lots of mosquitos, though, which my many angry-red-and-itchy spots will attest to. Bleh.
We lazed around a bunch, sat out in the sun, took a nice row out around the lake, etc, etc. I have a tan that doesn't look near as funny now, heehee.
It was fun, though. Relaxing. I need more of that. Too much stress recently.
Guitar strings snap when they get overwound. I think I feel that happening sometimes, the coils of metal straining against things pulling me every which way, half of which aren't even under my own control. I'm trying - slowly - to fix that which I can, but... Well, we'll see.
I thought of an idea for a story tonight, while I was half-listening to the radio at work. I might write it down. I might not.
It'd be about the next being to ascend to something god-ish. And the person who has to clean up all of Her mess.
Fun times. One of us indeed.
We'll see.
