Hot Times, Summer in the City

I can't wait to stop working. The closer my last day comes, the less and less I care about my job. It also seems that the more frustrated I become with petty annoyances and office politics. The DLM is driving me nuts, strutting around like the cock of the walk. That combined with the ongoing diatribe of the inner workings of my fellow pod dweller across the way is enough to make a person want to scream. It will be such a relief to be out of that place, it is no good for the soul.

I've been exhausted this week, and therefore putting off things that are essential for my survival. (as in finding a job) (or at least creating a resume that I am satisfied with. this is how I spent the majority of my day today at the aforementioned soul sucking place of employ). But exhausted good, if you get my drift. Life has been a whirlwind lately and I already seem to be living within the financial restraints of a student since 6 days after payday, my net worth is $2 plus some nickels & pennies scattered in various receptacles and pockets. I am sort of enjoying the feeling of careening towards the edge of the cliff of eternal debt. Whatever. I won't have to go to work anymore.

Back to the whirlwind. August seems to be the month of weddings this year, one of which is this weekend and will be a veritable rip roarin' roof raiser if all goes as I expect. I'm heading down to the cove on Friday after work in a snazzy rental with Rachael & Joey. It's going to be great.

Mo & I have made two pilgrimages (shit I seem to have a spelling problem this evening and it is too late to be looking up words)....anyway, we have gone to Stage 9 twice in the past week for the specific purpose of sitting on the patio drinking a pitcher of beer. The first attempt was Friday. No dice. The line was busted or some such hoo-hah. Probably all for the best that they were out of Molson, really. Attempt #2. Rock church. This time we were informed that they had run out of beer on the weekend. I am not complaining about drinking gin, please don't get me wrong. But when you have your heart set on a pitcher....well, it's disappointing when there are no pitchers available. It's the middle of summer!!! Despite this beer shortage, it has certainly been enjoyable to be out on the town a bit. This is my last hurrah. (incidentally, I read somewhere the other day that the dog-days of summer are officially august 3-11. i had no idea they were actually set dates, i thought it just sort of generally referred to august since that's sort of the middle of the summer and whatnot. well just a tidbit for you).

G'night.