But if you've got the title, then you should be good. I think.

Cool. At first I thought we needed to go to a title agency, but that's for things like transferring a title, or out-of-state stuff, like you need to do.

Our temp tags expire tomorrow (way to cut it super close, Mr. & Mrs. B.!) (but in our defense, we just got the title in the mail last week), so we need to take care of it tomorrow for sure. Our reward is a $30 gift card to the Godiva store. (Well, it's not specifically a register-your-car reward; Dad always buys Godiva for people at Christmas, and when you spend a certain amount, you get a gift card to spend later. He always gives it to us, and it expires at the end of January, I assume so that people won't use it for Valentine's Day stuff. Anyway, free Godiva, yay! And $30 of free Godiva, double yay!)

Geez, bonny, that is a shitty work day.

I just saw an ad for Henry's Hard Ginger Ale. I want it. I need to get off these meds so I can drink again. hashtag badlifegoals

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Yup, it looks like just bring your title & drivers' license in. I thought you might have to do an emissions check, but that's just up north by my old stomping grounds.

Liese, believe it or not, I looked at the Ohio BMV site but was STILL confused, because the site also has a whole section on titles, but the way it was written wasn't dumbed down enough for me, so I was unclear about whether we needed to go to the title office or not.

I already paid my quarterly city taxes today; figuring out whether we need the title office or just registration is way too much adulting for my walnut-sized brain.

Holy fucking shit, a contractor is clearing the alley between Elkader and Ellerslie, including the mountain of snow the private bobcat made. I went down and told him they could put it in my parking pad, but THEY HAVE A DUMPSTER/TRUCK COMING. I think I might expire.

Yes, 11:30 at night is insane, but we've NEVER had our alley cleared.NEVER. At this point, given how other streets that are thoroughfares are a complete mess, who do I grateful-fuck? I really didn't wanna shovel more this weekend.

Thanks, yeah. Sucktastic day.

Now, I'm binging before Dr. Who disappears from Netflix and hulu.

I'm totally fine, but feeling pretty put out.

Bath time for me. And no electronics tomorrow. I need a break.

So, fuck. Contractor woke me up, went to see if he hadn't left a giant mountain, orange tabby lit into my arms. Lost somewhere in the basement now. Not Kittyboy, who wouldn't have jumped in my arms. The fuck?

I love the work I do and the people I do it with. I met up with someone I worked with at my former job and we were both like, So this is a decent work environment? Dude, I always wanted one of those. But the pay sucks. I'm bringing an expansive, technical and writing skill set to my position, as well as some pedagogical chops, and I'm using them every day. A masters is the bare minimum degree qualification, and several other people at my level have PhDs. And the pay really doesn't reflect that. Really really. There are six of us at my level, and I'm pretty sure we're gonna lose at least two this year. I wouldn't be surprised to see four go, plus our manager. I'm in for at least another year (assuming no nasty surprises), but that's partly because other places want to see two years experience. And partly because the work is fun. But I'm 48, and I'd like to own a house someday, so I can only let "fun" be so much of my work criteria.

I hope you got kitty out of the basement, sarameg.

Jackson has gotten into the habit of following me when I go to bed at night, and last night he actually curled up and slept *on* me for he first time.

It's hiding under the stairs where I can't get to it. Dropping a shovel down the stairs probably didn't help.