the new cruelty

I know I haven't posted in a while so let me see if I can make with the updates:

I took a new job at Ernst and Young (known on the inside as EY as in "Y is this place so boring?") as a graphic designer. So I am back to that racket and not exactly happy about it. I also had to take a 50% pay cut though I am pretending like I haven't. It could be a lot worse, at least I have a job. Oddly, I get business cards. My last job was about 20 steps up the food chain from this one and I didn't have any business cards. I think EY likes to lull their employees into a false sense of importance with things like business cards and .....uh I am sure there are other things. The upside is I don't have to actually apply myself or any brainpower to do my job, so bonus. I just wish I knew what to rechannel that thought into.

My body is totally falling apart as well. Although the knees are on the mend, my eyesight has completely given out. I don't think it is a "I need glasses" kind of thing, I think it is stress or something. In one week, I went from perfect eyesight to not being able to see anything beyond six feet. I am going to go to the doctor soon. It's probably terminal...Just Kidding.

My fabulous boyfriend is helping me do the home improvement gig to my house. This weekend we are installing a door (I also hope to spring clean) and then a few weeks from now we will be building a fence. It is exciting. The fence will revolutionize my dogs' life and, in turn, the humans' goodnight's sleep.

I am totally bombing out in my Biology class and have almost no time to get back on track. You would think that with my best friend on the faculty of the biology department, I could work this shit out but no. I just seem to not have the proper amount of time for studying and boy does it show.

Both this month and next month I will be travelling to LA. This month business, next month pleasure. The shocker of shockers is that there isn't a disneyland stop planned on either trip. How unlike me. It is the new poverty.

I live my life like a russian bread line....