Life's a lemon and I want my money back.

Oh, where do I start?

I'm still at work. I don't know if I even want to go home at this point in time. So many thoughts in my head, and such a tiny keyboard.

I spout out my musings to internetland, because the saddest thing about being the strong person people to to vent their problems to, is that no one is ever there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on. I suppose that's part of my problem, tonight.

To be honest, I'm really just writing to remind myself that I need to elaborate further later when I have a less maddening means to communicate.

Who knows? Maybe I will.

My turn already?!

Bumped into an old acquaintence, the other day. Someone I hadn't talked to, and scarcely thought about, until recently. Uncanny, how my thoughts can wander to a person I haven't considered encountering.. only hours before I manage to meet them, unscheduled, face to face.

We did that thing that people do when they're interested in catching up, but too busy or awkward to sit down right there and have coffee: Exchanged numbers and Facebook addresses.

I plan on doing a follow-up.

Things at work are falling apart, and quickly. I suppose that's what happens when it's purchased by someone who wants to take away privileges from the people who work there. For some strange reason, the cooks aren't allowed to eat free meals anymore. My Chef is not exactly pleased with this. I imagine everyone else is a little sore, too.

He told me he had applied for a job in a pub in Cloverdale. Then he asked me if I'd work with him there, if he got it. I said yeah, but he'd have to pay me more money. *chuckle*

The truth? I'd follow him there in a heartbeat. Even though my quitting date for working is fastly approaching (Less than two months!)

I'm nervous and scared. I'm also sad about it. But, I'm sure I'll get over the first two quickly.