I has a Mac.

And it works. And I love it. :D

In other, not so happy news, my day SUCKED. A lot. I'm trying not to let people get to me, but after five or six different people have said the exact same thing over and over, it gets a little old. And I don't want to deal with it. Nor do I like cleaning up other people's messes. It's not like they can't clean as they go. I did, and I still do. Even if I'm running late. It makes things easier on myself. Sooooo much easier.

It just feels like I'm babysitting forty-year olds, right now. That's a problem. How come I have to be the professional one, and they don't? Seriously. The only good thing to come out of today's work day was getting to go home early. And that was it.

My back's out of whack again, I'm missing my SCA friends (again), and I seriously am disliking life right now.

I know, I'm griping. I'm sorry. It's just not something I do all the time. And I need to get it off my chest, that's all.

I've had a crappy day at work.

Until about five or so this evening.

But I digress.

I'm sorry, but if something goes missing, don't automatically blame me.  Most importantly, certain coworker, don't you EVER joke about me stealing stuff.  I don't joke about your inability to keep your mouth shut, nor the fact that you have no tact whatsoever, and if you're expecting me to smile, that's obviously not they way to effin' do that.

Capiche?

I'm also changing majors.  My GPA when I reenter will not be high enough to enter the school of education, so I'm going to go with a pure history with a minor in geography.  It's still marketable, and I've explored various other avenues for employment.  I'm hopefully going to be starting the discernment process before my senior year of college, which will be interesting considering one of the people of my small country church is also in that process, and he's told me that he's struggling.

That makes me happy.  Perhaps I'm a masochist, but maybe that struggle is a good thing.  It shows me that the spiritual walk is sometimes an uphill battle, and that it's okay when it reaches that point.

Anyway, it's late, and I have work in the morning.

Bedtime.