Happy Holidays.
I probably (definitely) won't write until after the holidays, so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all.
Some news:
I got a job. Not just a job, actually, a real job. Possibly a career. I got canned from this place, where they were going to put me in the research department and teach me the ropes and make me completely employable for the rest of my life. Well, they outsourced most of that position to India (hmph), and told me that I'd have work until the end of the year and that's pretty much it. Well, the Director of Research was impressed with the amount I learned in such a short time that he referred me to a friend of his that he outsources stuff to, and I interviewed with her yesterday. She offered me the job yesterday afternoon, and I'll be traveling to her offices (like 50 miles away) for two months or so, and then after I'm all trained, I get to work from home! Fuckin' A! I start January 3rd.
And in other news, I'm going to San Diego for Christmas dinner with my mom, stepfather, stepfathers ex-wife, brother, sister-in-law, other brother, niece and nephew, and family friend. No one said we weren't a fucked up family. The stepfather’s ex-wife (also known as brothers mother or woman who lived in house with us for over a decade for no other reason then to make my future therapists very, very wealthy) thing is a bit odd, but she's actually pretty cool. Too bad my dad isn't coming too to make it just a wee bit stranger. Throw in my other brother, his son and his "spirited" bride and we'd have a horrible, horrible sitcom waiting to happen. My family is fucked. Wait till you read the book. Whoa.
M rules. He's been so sad the past week because his mom went back into the hospital. Nothing too bad, just an infection, but it really weighs heavily on him. He loves so strongly and unconditionally, it's really amazing. She'll be home for Christmas we're told, which is really important to us. M and I will be exchanging gifts on Xmas Eve before having dinner with his fam, then in the morning we'll go over to his parents house to exchange gifts with them, then I get on a plane at 1pm and fly to CA, land at 1:30pm (love the time change!) just in time to diffuse any potentially harmful situations which may have arose in the previous 24 hours. Then I go home at 6am Monday morning, work 2 days, then take some time off before starting my new gig.
That's about it in my life, except I forgot to post my grade for last semester:
English/Critical Thinking: A
US History (Post-Civil War): B (only cause I got a 59 on my first test, which I neglected to study for)
Oh, and there is a vast right-wing conspiracy against my black dressy socks. Someone has gone and cut holes at each big toe, and then they've hidden them in various spots throughout my house. It's not Parker or M, so obviously someone has been breaking into my home, getting past my vicious pit-bull, my 6'5" 250 lb. boyfriend, and the pile of goddamned boxes said boyfriend has left in the goddamned dining room to destroy and then hide my dress socks. Find my sock-villian and you'll have your grassy-knoll shooter.
On that note, have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. No Hanukkah wishes, cause that was like 2 weeks ago, so people: stop wishing me a Happy Hanukkah. It ended. And Christmas is way cooler, even if they did steal all the traditions from Pagans.