Chicago is a giant slushee right now.

Not what I want to hear!! Want to get home tomorrow!!

Sorry, but it's gross out there.

The preacher who gave the sermon at my mom's funeral actually didn't know her. So we told him all about her. He ignored everything we said and read a canned sermon. Even called mom by her first name, Mary. No one ever called her Mary in her life. It was so insulting. If we'd had any energy left we'd have demanded our money back.

Do I want this?

Do you have room for it? I can see enjoying it if you have room for it.

Even with the discount, kinda expensive for a cat tree.

Phbbt. I need something of that wood and shelving space(I'd remove bottle slats for shelving) for my nice dishes and nice booze.

Dear god, I wish I had my retiring csfuckover boss's personal email. She told me she'd sign off on any time card, she doesn't give a shit either. Supremely uncomfortable sick outing even so, but also unrelenting in doing it. Fuck over me? Screw you. 750+ hrs of sick leave gone Jan 1. I'll burn the 32 I can.

I think there might be another meltdown in my div boss's office come the new year. He asked me to be patient,but I don't know if I can. I mean, finding a new job may very well take past may, but I want and maybe need a fucking line instead of 5 months of uncertainty. I don't want a new job, I want a new contract. Let me shit or get off the pot.

The preacher who gave the sermon at my mom's funeral actually didn't know her. So we told him all about her. He ignored everything we said and read a canned sermon. Even called mom by her first name, Mary. No one ever called her Mary in her life. It was so insulting. If we'd had any energy left we'd have demanded our money back.

Exactly how I felt about my mom's funeral. I was my furious with my dad and had to go elsewhere for about three hours to cool off.

I'm sorry, Sara. That's really frustrating.

And Kat, my sympathies both on the loss and the impersonal funeral.

ND and I are sharing an anxiety-based insomnia night. Lovely. Vet called to say test results showed some other stuff going on (they did at least say not cancer) that are chronic but won't say more until our follow up visit next Tuesday. Waiting a week for test results and long term prognosis is the opposite of fun. Additionally, still nothing has happened at our house while we've been gone. T has spoken to multiple contractors. Two of the mold abatement companies don't even have openings until February. She's hoping she can get another guy to do it sooner. We can sleep in the office on the sofa bed and use that bathroom (again, it's an active workplace, so not ideal), but I'm feeling a bit sick with worry overall. ND has a trip to Northern Ireland planned for ten days towards the end of the month. I really hope this is dealt with before then or pet wrangling is going to be even trickier.

Many things to be grateful for. My life is a good life. But still.

Augh, Pix, having everything be drawn out for weeks and weeks makes things so much worse! I'm so sorry. And additional kitty ~ma for Wilson.