So.. yeah. Waffle came back! Forgot to update on that. It was the night I had my Halloween party, and everyone was there, and he finally came home. I was so relieved.
In some not so great news, I appear to be in an artistic slump. I can't seem to get past the whole sketch portion of the drawing, it would seem? Like.. just.. I dunno. I see all the people that are a million times better than me, and I'm like, "FFFFFFF. WHY DO I TRY?" But it's whatever. I'll draw something in these next few weeks and fall out of the slump. This always happens to me.
Work news- I'm getting less hours. Which I sort of am happy about. I finally, you know, get a chance to BREATHE. But we're gonna be doing these sales all up until Christmas. Of course. And they always schedule on the busiest days, Saturday and Sunday. = .. = Oh, and something else great, they started scheduling me until ten instead of nine thirty, right? And I'm like, "Oh, they must have extended the store hours." FUCKING WRONG. They schedule me for that extra half an hour because they don't want to pay me the extra thirty minutes of overtime if the clean-up calls for it. What kind of balls is that? Psh. After January, I'm fucking quitting. I'm getting a job somewhere else. >>; After Ohayocon, I'm done. SORRY, MS. JOANNE CUNT. They don't pay me what I'm worth, anyway. I thought minimum wage was 7.25, and I get paid 7.20. It's bullshit. Ugh.
But yeah. I'm excited for and dreading Christmas all at the same time. It's my first Christmas on my own, so I'm excited. I don't make enough money, which is why I'm dreading it. I don't want to half-ass Christmas. Growing up, dad always made sure we had a good Christmas, so if I don't continue on this tradition, then.. I dunno. Last year when I was with Grama for Christmas, I woke up in the morning and cried, because my tradition has always been to sneak into dad's room with my brother and sister, and tickle dad and Trina's feet to wake them up before we unwrapped the presents. But last year, I just woke up, brushed my teeth, and sat down at the table like, "..It's Christmas. And.. I'm not even excited." And I just.. cried. I don't want to have another one of those. Really. I miss dad enough, so.. I want to have a Christmas so good that I don't have to miss him. C:
But yeah.. Hm. What else to talk about? I has no idea. I'm hungry.