Poisoned Quill

I got a job…finally. Damn recession. I’d been almost five months unemployed. Luckily, my government scholarship took care of me. Otherwise, I’d be in debtor’s prison (if it were 1888 and Britian).

The job is boring and sucks. I am bothering people during the day to take surveys for television and radio. Yawn. It’s easy as heck. Apparently, I am doing really well and can request to go on day shifts starting almost immediately. I’ve been earning bonuses left and right, including a Tim Horton’s gift card for being fifth in the call centre.

I find it hilarious that I am great at a job I would rather not work at.

I visited my friend, Lyndsey, in Kingston for the WritersFest. Awesome times. I’ve been writing and reading furiously since, along with working extra hard to make up the time missed (/rolls eyes). The WritersFest was very inspirational.

I put in an hour of work today. I left the house knowing that my headache would probably become a migraine. Now I’ve gotten some sleep, read, ate dinner with the bf, and finally have time to update Tumblr.

Oh and I went to Nuit Blanche last night (might be the reason for the migraine…lack of sleep combined with my sinus problems/allergies). It was interesting. The most fun thing was a huge lite brite made out of coloured water bottles.

I found out that my bf’s daughter likes to knit and am excited to do some little projects with her.

Oh! AND: we finally have another room in the house we live at so I get my own closet and office space AND the kids get to be in their own room now (well, shared with my office space). I’m excited to get that all set up and organized and am currently scouting on Craig’s List for a desk and a bookshelf. YAY!

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I currently don’t smell the wretched scent of the litter box, but perhaps I am used to it by now? Oh the DRAMA!

We did mention it to her, though. I hope she doesn’t make this her pattern in the future or else I’m going to have to have a sit down with her about it.

I have a cat, too, so I guess I just don’t get leaving it that long… It was vile!

“YO PATRICK SWAYZE I KNOW YOU JUST DIED AND ALL&IMMA LET U FINISH.. BUT MICHAEL JACKSONS DEATH WAS THE BEST ONE THIS YEAR”

How does one politely and tactfully tell a very sweet young woman that the fumes from her cat’s litter box are killing me?