Chicago Update

*sigh*

• Ok. So the apartment I thought I might get fell through. It's ok. I'll just find another one.
• Oddly, I got another job offer today. Boy. When it rains...
• Work goes on. My last day is Friday. In theory, people are supposed to pseudo-mourn your leaving and throw a wee party. You know, cake and stuff. At the very least a card. I am not so sure of this place. Fickle lot, this group. Satan sneered at me yesterday because I am no longer dancing around her moods. But she is gone for the rest of the week so we'll see.
• Rob, the bossman, is actually acting like he might miss me. Hell, he should. I was the second employee to be hired. Damn near went without pay more than once trying to get this business up and running. Today I caught him watching me, a grin on his face. "What?" He slugged me on the shoulder and walked away.
• Don't lose hope all ye who skim this blog. In no time at all I'll be telling you of the exploits of a single dyke in Chicago. Names will be changed, of course. For now, I'm just really tired at the end of every day.
• PHTT!

(Spell check wants bossman to be bosnian. Sheesh!)