I think my life may be back on track. Between quitting school, quitting raiding (which was surprisingly easy! Thank you, demeaning new officer!), taking up some new hobbies, and finding true responsibility in the weirdest ways possible, I'm feeling pretty good about myself.

And as I said before, moar happies = moar arts. Maybe I'll even... improve!

My job hunt is going terribly, though. At this point I'm lucky to even have a job, but I say that with a grimace. As some of you may know, I work for a company that was recently bought by CVS. I don't know if anyone here has ever been to a CVS, but my past experiences with their employees were very disheartening. They always seemed miserable, and the customer service sucked. And now I know why! Bullshit management, bullshit policy; it's like swimming in the deep end of a pool full of bullshit!

But on the brighter side of all that, at least my boyfriend managed to get a super spiffy full time job, and now we have luxury money! Enough even to finally buy rats!

God, I love my rats. I'd probably be one of those doofy people that uploads every god damn kodak moment ever of their pets to dA, but you're all spared because I have no camera anymore, and they can't sit still long enough for the timer to go off on my computer's built in camera, so all the photos turn out exactly along the lines of [link] .

I should probably save up for a new camera. I've recently taken up jewelry making, and call me stuck up, but I'm not half bad, dammit!

Garg. So much to save up for, so few job hours. I think the assistant manager is revolting against our hour cuts for us since we have no voice and is offering 40 hours a week to anyone that asks (pick me! pick me!) during the remodel. Take THAT, shitty store manager!