Another day of clouds and rain, and that's a plus. Whoever the jackass is, outside, yelling at someone for whatever reason, that's not. Ah well, if you live among the humans, whatcha gonna do? They're savages.
I quit my job back in 2002, when I moved down here. Now, it looks like I may have to go back to work again. The upshot of this would be the extra money, no question. On the other hand, I haven't worked in five flippin' years (not counting caring for Ray), I don't have a car, and physically, I'm not exactly tip-top. Not entirely sure what I can find or how I can get it...I shouldn't complain, I've had it fairly easy for a long time now, better than I could ask for, I should appreciate that time I had and move on. Honestly, though? I don't care what I should feel; for the moment, I hate the idea. Dealing with the maladjusted (both those to serve and those to work with), hanging around an uncomfortable place for 8 hours a day, bringing things to a grinding halt again...well, go figure. Still, that's just selfish whining.
