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Oct. 30th, 2001 06:47 pmBoy, I'm not really in the mood. Nothing like cleaning the litter box of two aged cats to put one out of the mood for just about anything. I think it would be excellent therapy for career criminals and nervous eaters. *bleh*
Took a test for the medical transcription job today. I did about as well as I expected, but not as well as I might have hoped. The boss was really nice though, and she talked about the next step in the process instead of just thanking me for stopping by.
Connor's obviously learned some excellent life skills already. He's trying to get Alan to play with Grimilkin's paws for him. Nothing like getting someone else to take the claw.
We've decided to move to Humboldt County. I feel like I ought to be elated to have finally decided, but I ain't. I need to just REEELAAAAXX. I'm not looking forward to the prospect of buying property, with all the million and one things that could be wrong with it. Does it have a good water supply under it? Will the soil support a septic system? Was it under 20 feet of water in the flood of '64? Is the access road actually on Bobby Joe's land, and boy does he hate strangers and so do his 35 wolf-hybrid dogs. Once you're past all that, then you get to build a house on it. An activity widely lauded as an excellent cure for a stable marriage and solvent financial situation. Ah well, think how nice it will be when it's done a couple a' five years from now. I won't have seen my stuff in so long that by the time I unpack it will be like the best birthday ever. 'Wow, I've never gotten so much stuff that I would have bought for myself! Whee!' Note to self: wear birthday hat while unpacking for best effect.
Took a test for the medical transcription job today. I did about as well as I expected, but not as well as I might have hoped. The boss was really nice though, and she talked about the next step in the process instead of just thanking me for stopping by.
Connor's obviously learned some excellent life skills already. He's trying to get Alan to play with Grimilkin's paws for him. Nothing like getting someone else to take the claw.
We've decided to move to Humboldt County. I feel like I ought to be elated to have finally decided, but I ain't. I need to just REEELAAAAXX. I'm not looking forward to the prospect of buying property, with all the million and one things that could be wrong with it. Does it have a good water supply under it? Will the soil support a septic system? Was it under 20 feet of water in the flood of '64? Is the access road actually on Bobby Joe's land, and boy does he hate strangers and so do his 35 wolf-hybrid dogs. Once you're past all that, then you get to build a house on it. An activity widely lauded as an excellent cure for a stable marriage and solvent financial situation. Ah well, think how nice it will be when it's done a couple a' five years from now. I won't have seen my stuff in so long that by the time I unpack it will be like the best birthday ever. 'Wow, I've never gotten so much stuff that I would have bought for myself! Whee!' Note to self: wear birthday hat while unpacking for best effect.
