I'm Not Dead Yet!

I have found employment!

Well, sort of.

I mean, I'm employed, but I didn't really find it so much as Das Moofin hooked me up with it. I'm now a slave to a comic store (the one she's been working at for the past 2 years) selling comics I know nothing about to the nerdy masses.

It's a rather amusing job thus far. And I have yet to meet another employee that I don't like. They're all uber cool and nice.

So, aside from the achey feet and legs (God I can't wait til I build up a bit of resistance to that) it's a spiff job.

Apparently I almost made my mum pee with laughter after my last entry. Good to know the wreckage that is our apartment is good for a good belly laugh if nothing else.

Actually, things are much better on that front. TV's back and working, the toilet is fixed (Thank GOD. That was so many kinds of annoying.) and the phone is sort of fixed . . . in the sense that we have a land line up and working, but we can only use the phone jack that directly connects to the line outside and none of the others. Which means we can only have one phone and it HAS to be in my room. Though I think we may fix that by buying a long ass cord so we can have it in the media room once my bed's moved in there and it really is my room.

So obviously Chanda has officially moved out. That went smoothly. Least I'm fairly certain it did. She seemed to be in a good place about things, and aside from the walls coming in around us while redecorating, so are Das Moofin and I. So yay on that front.

One other somewhat scary thing, which I may be able to completely avoid. Apparently my dad and all his siblings are getting together at my aunt's Halloween weekend.

Now, I would love to see my dad. I do miss him lots, as annoying and rediculous as he can be at times. Same goes for my aunts and uncles.

But lord, not all of them at once. Being surrounded by a large group of your family is kind of like being interrogated by the police. You just keep getting asked the same questions over and over again in an isolated area and you can't leave until they allow you to. Gyah.

But my Uncle Bob might stop by my work while he's in the city and we'll go have lunch or something. Which would be nice. My Uncle Bob is spiff, and it's bee forever and a day since I've seen him.

Anyhow, that's the exciting life of me. I'm sure you're all so thrilled by it. I'm getting my hair cut and dyed tomorrow. Might post pics if I'm in the right mood. Most likely not though. So I wouldn't go holding your breath. (Unless you're the wife, in which case, you will most likely be badgered by them tomorrow)

Ta for now.