My career in working with people is shit. I hate people. Really, I hate working so indepth with people, and their lives, that I get invested in finding them the resources they need to suceed. Then I get screamed at. Ugh.
I like plants, dirt, science and the ocean. Those things don’t ask for anything, nor do they scream at you. How do I make a living wage in one (or many of those things)? Srs though I’m open to suggestions. Ideas?
While we were waiting for the maintenance guy this afternoon, steven and I were inhaling waffle house cheesesteaks and McD sweet tea. My neighbor starts chatting us up and looks at the washer and dryer and asks us if we want any help. Fuck yeah, just sitting on a covered porch and getting to know the neighborhood.
I’m so excited about moving somewhere new. I crave working on my physical surroundings. Solving moving dilemmas is better than therapy. We spent 2 hours in the plumbing department of Lowe’s fitting random pieces together for our cheap make-shift desk and kitchen organizer thingey.
Jamie bunny was just now sitting in my lap while I pet him. He abruptly sat up and started eating his cecotrope while still sitting on me. As he was chowing down he dropped some on me.
So yeah, long story short, I just got shit on by my rabbit. This stuff is not nicely packaged bunny berries either; it’s … sticky.
#notokwiththis
#he’sstillgoddamnedcute