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One of the dinglebrain partygirls ( we have a matched set) called in begging me to cover a thursday shift...

SO SHE COULD GO PARTY WITH HER BESTEST FRIEND,ITS HER BIRTHDAY.

Bitch. I JUST covered your dingebrained twin's shift AND a graveyard shift, and damn if I'm going to cover a shift now so you can party.Seriously? Go fuck yourself.

"She'll be so upset!" So...this is my problem,....how?

Nice girls but completely godbedamned fucking useless as human beings.

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One of the dinglebrain partygirls ( we have a matched set) called in begging me to cover a thursday shift...

SO SHE COULD GO PARTY WITH HER BESTEST FRIEND,ITS HER BIRTHDAY.

Bitch. I JUST covered your dingebrained twin's shift AND a graveyard shift, and damn if I'm going to cover a shift now so you can party.Seriously? Go fuck yourself.

"She'll be so upset!" So...this is my problem,....how?

Nice girls but completely godbedamned fucking useless as human beings.

the only constant, is change.

And sometimes, it just seems to want to roll in all at once.

A close friend announces he and his lass are pregnant. I'm so insanely happy for them.

But it stirs up a lot of sad in my own self. Not unexpected, but it's a weird place to be.

We have a small possibility of a fast escape from Halifax, similar to what got us here, and I'm hoping it works out. And panicking slightly too, another packing job of the extreme sort, again? Sure, bring it on.

Even the floor manager who doesn't really like me was singing my praises today, and Groovy floor manager was "what the HELL is Nico doing here?" I covered back shift? Well, damn. I don't lie, I like the feeling I've rode in to save the day on this one, especially here were the work ethic among some needs a serious kick in the ass.

Anyway. Worries of my world aside, I need to find food, and then bash together a report draft for evolution, and one for genetics.

Debating: go buy foods, or just cook something here?

the only constant, is change.

And sometimes, it just seems to want to roll in all at once.

A close friend announces he and his lass are pregnant. I'm so insanely happy for them.

But it stirs up a lot of sad in my own self. Not unexpected, but it's a weird place to be.

We have a small possibility of a fast escape from Halifax, similar to what got us here, and I'm hoping it works out. And panicking slightly too, another packing job of the extreme sort, again? Sure, bring it on.

Even the floor manager who doesn't really like me was singing my praises today, and Groovy floor manager was "what the HELL is Nico doing here?" I covered back shift? Well, damn. I don't lie, I like the feeling I've rode in to save the day on this one, especially here were the work ethic among some needs a serious kick in the ass.

Anyway. Worries of my world aside, I need to find food, and then bash together a report draft for evolution, and one for genetics.

Debating: go buy foods, or just cook something here?