Today was a relaxing day. Actually, I fretted a lot and almost raged impotently, but nonetheless it was a relaxing day.
Or at least as relaxing as it may be in the situation.
The Situation
Job
Still don't know if I am going to have a job in January. Nobody else knows, either, and
misery loves company. So we are all very chummy.
The ones that come to work, that is. A lot of people simply declared an early Christmas, starting with yesterday's
Virgen de Guadalupe holiday. I predict that Christmas will stretch well into January, probably up to the 15th.
There is no money, so I can't buy anything: even
toner or
pens are beyond the means of the Institute for now.
As soon as money gets in, in January, we will stupidly spend all of it, of course.
A typical situation at work. I tell her "The file you sent me was in some bizarre Word format, could you please save it as RTF and then re-send it ?". But since her mind has storage for only one concept, she blithely resends exactly the same damned file. The pain, the hurt.
Feelings, SO, Luv
Grievously fscked up, thank you. My
SO and I are in the middle of a
relationship crash. I am beginning to get
homesick. I don't know if I can stand
this country anymore.
Due to my
bitterness, I am pointlessly
mean.
The plus side
I am two writeups away from
Level 7. But that carries no special powers so ...
I am reading
Under the Volcano. And I re-read a book by
Bruce Chatwin,
What am I doing here ?. I started a novella by
Clifford Simak, but it
sucked horribly, so I stopped at Chapter 2.
Oo- the lava flowed onwards