nothing of real importance

the shop I work in got broken into last night. they didn’t take much besides my boss’ cell phone she’d left accidentally, a little money, and her tip jar with like 20$ in it but they destroyed the back door and pried the deadbolt apart and the whole shop was a turned over mess. ugh it just creeps me out a bit, knowing someone came in and rifled through my things. police took a report and we’re trying to track her phone but I doubt it’ll come to much. apparently cars in our shared parking lot have been robbed this week too. just kinda…disturbing lol.

so i’ve officially been living back at my parents’ house for eight days now while my house is being renovated. lemmie just say that i’d forgotten how incredibly boring it is here? bf works most days so he’s got the car and i’m literally stranded all day long pm except when my mom takes me to work on the(my) house or to do job hunting. bluuuhhhh i feel like a teenager again and i’m so done already i just want to go back to my OWN space where i can keep my own hours and not worry about waking people up at ten friggin o’clock because that’s when they go to bed? a;ldfjafadfs HELP

at least i have my cats here and my friends are offering to come get my ass when they’re not busy so there’s that. i’m ready to go home now tho 😦

so I slept past my alarm this morning and rushed the 30 minutes to work only to find out I don’t work at 11, I work at 3. Now last shift, Sunday night, the schedule hadn’t been made and though I was told it would be “like last week’s” (I worked at 3 last monday) I was also told “be here at 11” specifically (and Colin’s remembers me repeating 11 to him right after so I know I’m not just tripping).

The extra hour of driving there and back uselessly ate a lot of gas and seriously I wouldn’t really care except my paycheck this week was ALSO royally fucked up and instead of several hundred for two weeks of work, I got 32$ direct deposit for 4 hours and that still hasn’t been sorted out.

VERY NOT COOL and now I’m back home and wtf am I supposed to do with the next two and a half hours besides wrinkle up my work clothes and wait to drive back? /)_( fmfl

oh geez there is a weird small spider (wtf or tiny scorpion?!?!?! I’M NOT GETTING CLOSER IT IS MEAN LOOKING FOR A TINY SPIDER) in the ceiling corner in my studio

I- I want to be in here but I can’t ignore it….

heeeey

we got moved in to our new house (across town from the last apartment) and all the crap hooked up (mostly) but everything is still crazy disorganized moving limbo so I’m still probably going to be kinda scarce until I’m not surrounded by crap and boxes and ALL the things that need cleaning.

So you have context to my inevitable future complaining while I fix this place up, my brother and his dudebroguy jock friends lived here before and while it’s such a cute house underneath all the layers upon layers of frat scum and boy-gross lol (no really I don’t think anyone even dusted or cleaned once in like five years orz) it’s going to take A LOT of work. I’m excited, but dear god I’ve been falling into bed dead for the past week or so. It’s taking getting used to living without central AC again too buuut yeah.

TL;DR I moved, I’m busy, I still need a new real job, I’m marathoning OITNB season 2 this week along with the rest of the world and it’s awesome already omfg 😀