So.  I have not a goddamn thing to talk about.  I’m pissy and irritable, though, so I’ll share that.

Job #2 is going swimmingly.  However, that’s the 10-99 job.  Job #1 is the one that gives me health insurance and life insurance and all that good stuff.

I accrue a decent amount of time off, so that’s cool.  I cashed in my time off in April, in order to pay for the moving expenses (new furniture, bedding, etc.) when I relocated to Anne’s condo.  That was all well and good, and I haven’t taken any time off since then, saving my Personal Time (PT for short, so I don’t have to keep typing it out)…

And then a few weeks ago, I found out ALL the staff at my house are on a forced vacation. For at LEAST a week.  Leslie, the woman we support, is in the hospital for testing.

So, because I receive benefits from my job, I have to use my PT. So does everyone else I work with and we are NOT pleased.  Here are a few issues.

1. It sucks to have to use PT when you don’t plan to. Especially when you can’t GO anywhere while using it.
2. We have NO idea how long Leslie will be gone.  A week, minimum.  However, they may want to keep her longer.  Also, they may change her medication and (being as the last time she had a major med change she almost died) that would mean she’d probably stay in the hospital longer…
3. Two of the girls I work with are going to go into negative PT because of this. One of them just used up all her saved PT to go see her boyfriend (who is across the country, becoming a border patrol agent) for three weeks.  The other girl JUST got off maternity leave, so her PT is depleted too.
4. I’ll end up with zero PT, as will a third girl I work with.  If Leslie stays in the hospital longer, both she and I will also end up in the negative.

I’m not even close to happy about this. I NEEDED that fucking time off. But there’s nothing I can do.  Except sulk.  And sulk I shall.

In other news… I have no other news.

I do have a V. Important moral question, though.  If you’re engaged in a teasing little conversation with your man… (Which HE initiated by snapping a picture of himself standing next to a pink car, and then sending it to you.)  And he ends up saying “Yeah, my friends call me Pinky.”

Well, is there anything WRONG with calling him Pinky?  Please say no.  I’ve had to hold back, and it’s painful.

Incidentally, I decided later today I’m going to post “LOOK I CLEANED SHIT” pictures.  Why?  Because that’s literally the most exciting part of my life.  Cleaning shit.