Ok, folks, this journal turns 2 years old on the 13th. Kind of scary.
Got in a huge fight with Jonda at work over Hannah's promotion and me getting a raise. I am finally getting one, but not nearly enough of one to satisfy me. I'd start job hunting, but jobs ae hard to come by at the moment, and I really have no desire to stay within the industry that has kept me fed and clothed for 7 years. If I'm going to switch jobs, I want to be out of food service forever. I know my options, and I know what I have to do. It's just harder than hell to work through all this shit when it takes all of my energy to crawl out of bed in the morning.
I was thinking today about how many life changing events for me have aniversaries that fall in Septemeber and March. I thought about it for a while, and began to realize it makes sense in an odd way. Both fall in seasons of transition, aka Spring and Fall. Just about every major relationship I've had in my adult life has started in September and ended in March. Jobs seem to go around the same schedual, and every major move I've made, with one exception, have been in September.
Been writing a bit, but it's still fanfic, and therefore rather dull to discuss. On the bright side, fanfic forums rarely attract trolls. Kind of a nice ego boost. I know I'm writing tripe, but no one seems to mind.
Found out two of my EQ buddies are a monogamous gay couple in Hawaii. They sent me pictures. I'm jealous now.
My snotty Toreador is now an anarch! Yay! But he's still helping the guild. Big surprise. While I'm not beholden to Camarilla politics, clan politics seem to cross sect lines in OWbN. Which is why he's helping plan a guild event here in Columbus now. Seems Opera Columbus is putting on Carmen
, so a number of us Art-y types will be all dressed up in formal wear and going to the Palace Theatre for game. This ought to be an adventure. I'm hoping I can bring a date, mainly because Steven will be in deep doo-doo if he's alone in a room of Toreador. Let alone all the mundanes. Hmm...I wonder what kind of Tux styles they had in 1945....
No luck in the relationship arena. Met a few people, but none of them seem the second date type, let alone the stick around for breakfast type.
And I had an odd dream last night. Which, interestingly enough, involved sweetie9607
. Kind of a flashback really, to the days of the lamented Westerville game. *sigh* I miss that game. While I know others hated it, it was a lot of fun for me, since the smaller size allowed me to interact with everyone.
Nothing chages really does it? We're just little cogs on the great wheel of oblivion, striving to change the gradual slope down towards entropy.