There were a couple of things that I wanted to write this morning, but for the life of me, I have no clue what they were now. Back later, hopefully.

Dear Traffic God(s), Could I ask you one favor, please? See, I spent almost 2 hours in traffic coming home yesterday, and I’m asking that not happen again, if you wouldn’t mind. I understand that they are expanding 400, but damn, there wasn’t a real reason for everyone to be stopped dead while going South yesterday, now was there? Anyway, with the fact that I’ve not really been all that happy in taking this job

Maybe it’s the fact that I wouldn’t have taken the contract if I didn’t need the money, but hell, yesterday was a complete waste of my time and their money. You would think that a super-large company would have their shit together enough if they pushed and pushed to get a new hire into their offices asap? Well, I would… and I was very surprised that not only do I not have a computer, but

I know I’m harping, but I am starting to feel a little bit of something this morning in regards to this job. Mainly, I don’t want to fuck up. When I leave this job, whenever that is, I want to do it on my terms, not because I stupidedly made a mistake or something. Bah, I need to finish getting ready. Wish me luck.

And for the moment, we’re not talking about the weather. In the last 24 hours, I have gotten three calls from recruiters about jobs, which of course makes me question the contract that I’m supposed to be starting this week. BabyDaddy tells me that I have no reason to feel freaky about this, I need to do what feels best. The problem is, I’m completely lost as to what is right. Maybe that’s why I’m

It’s official. I’m to start at the contract tomorrow morning up in Alpharetta. I just wish I felt more excited about this. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it better than I think I will.

Elizabeth has been sick all day, and I’ve spent the little time that BabyDaddy’s been home from work catching up on all of the things that I had planned to do all day. I’ve thankfully got my mother coming up from St. Marys to watch Elizabeth so I can still go to Virginia this weekend for my cousin’s graduation, but it’s been a tough 24 hours. Hopefully, I’ll have a chance to post while I’m

Where the fuck have you been? Well, here and there, but I’ve been keeping up with blogher.

I’m irritated. Extremely irritated. Because some people have decided to change their mind because they might be slightly inconvenienced by a responsibility, while it’s perfectly ok for me to be inconvenienced at any time. Bah. Prick.

Yesterday, BabyDaddy showed up early from work, and it took me a moment to figure out that his shirt was torn in a few places. He had fallen while out surveying into a chain-link fence, and it looked as if a bear had attacked him on his chest and arms. While he was in pain, generally he was alright, and this morning, the scratches and bruising was better. When he fell, his first thought was