The Mostest Overpaid Data Entry Gig EVER!!

That's the new job. I swear. It's quiet and I have my own office and a sweet computer with Craigslist, Blogger, Yahoo Mail, (all of my corrupting internet sites) and I forsee spending a lot of time doing a whole lotta nothing.

Except proofread spreadsheets and purchase orders.

This is a job?

And the whole hour lunch thing rocks too. Not to mention NO PAGER.

What else - The new Douglas Coupland is not too great. He wrote himself into it. Why? Is this his po-mo tech geek irony? Having his characters reference himself and laugh after...'That's so Doug Coupland'.

I get it - you're a cultural icon. Now shut up and write some sensitive wacky stories for me. Dammit.

BTW - 'Fake Tales of San Francisco' by the Artic Monkeys is fabulous.

To continue with the Month of Death...my E.M. Forster named doggie was put to sleep on Tuesday night. Yup. My first day of my new job. Don't worry - my family only called 6 times to tell me and I ignored them.

The dog was 14 years old.

She had no feeling in her back legs for possibly the past year.

She ran into walls.

THE DOG WAS 14 YEARS OLD AND SENILE. I loved her, shit, I raised her - but when she only has 1 functional leg left I think it's time. I don't know why my Dad and idiot sister are so surprised by this. I'm overcompensating and getting the cat. I'm going to name it Spot. Memento Mori for a dead dalmatian.

Speaking of idiot sister. Her 'old' friends are now expressing their displeasure with her idiocy. Which probably explains why I get called up to go to shows with them. She took me out to dinner on Monday and had to bring the sacred boyfriend and promptly told me again that she needed to leave mid-meal.

AND my therapist gave me shit about it. I'm sorry i'm so trusting that when someone asks me to dinner I say yes. I'm sorry I'm surprised that she continually cuts out on me in any social/family occasion. It's so rude that I just can't comprehend it. I'm still a bit crispy from our session yesterday. So I should stay away from her. I get that. The other the therapist can't get over is why I am determined to keep the ex out of my life.

I went off on her - he's a total control freak etc...give an inch, he takes a yard. Shit - I LEFT EVERYTHING rather than hear about my faults anymore. Really, between the ex and my sister it's a wonder that I can function. However she has no remorse to ask me for shit she knows is at my old place. Why does she need to borrow my sleeping bags when she drops at least $300/weekend on too expensive clothes?

Girl's got her head up her ass. That's pretty much it. I just need to stay away.

The ex makes shit up. Like my fandom of Alias and Lost. I wasn't even home in time to watch either of those shows. I watch BBC murder mysteries. WTF?


I need to dump the sister and the therapist. Joy.

How do you dump a therapist?

Oh - GET THE MARITIME ALBUM. Oh my god. So good. The new Josh Rouse only has a couple of good songs. However, I got it with a gift card so it's not wasted $$$$.

OOH - we get out at 3pm for Memorial Day! I love the for-profit world.