Here I am yet again. I came in yesterday morning to quite a shock. My boss (not the head boss, but she still ranks above me) is not coming in all this week. I suspect she might also try to take next week off as well. Her email says she will be gone two weeks, which... I don't rightly mind. When I do kind of mind is how much time she's taking off in total. I shouldn't really. Once September 16th rolls around, I'm free as a bird from this office, and I can do all of my traveling. I'll also have to find another job.
It's kind of nice that she's not here. She's one of the ones who worries and stresses out all of the time. Of course, this is not necessarily uncalled for. The big big boss is an asshole who worries about every little thing and sends us stupidly huge emails with way too much detail, and when something goes wrong, he usually goes and yells at her. So I can understand where she's coming from. But as she's gone, I can try to relax a little bit. Besides, I have another boss to back me up, and she'll take care of the big big boss should he come a'runnin'.
I have to go to the dentist today. I have two cavities I have to get filled. Two. I haven't had cavities for I don't know how long. Mer. I don't really mind it so much, minus, you know, the cost and the fact that it's an hour I'm not getting paid for. The dentist I had before this one used to let me bring my CD player with me to listen to music while he pumped me full of happy gas and gave me two beanie babies to hold for comfort. I used to listen to Bewitched before they faded from popularity. I wonder if my dentist will let me listen to my music today. I brought my poor iPod. I say poor iPod because I left it in the bottom of my bag where the case has become very dirty and marked with pens. I just think it shows how much I love it to tote it around with me everywhere.
I bought my antisocial rat a cage this weekend. A $60 cage. Fucking huge, man. I think he likes it. He actually hobbles around everywhere. It makes me sad to see him. I really could have taken better care of him, I think. I wish I had gotten him this cage earlier. He's so big and unhealthy. I'll just feed him carrots every night. I need to cut back on his intake of carmelized banana chips, though they are like the only thing he will actually eat.
I just finished Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein." What an awesome book. Now I'm on to Jon Stewart's "Naked Pictures of Famous People."