Lobsters

Not on a personal level. I mean, I won't go around with signs that say "I hate the lobs" or prevent them from renting an apartment in my complex. You know, I'm very sure lobsters have their kind nice members as well as their dickish ones as every single species on this earth does. And while we're at it, let's sing about togetherness shall we? Let us join hands and claws together.

What I hate is their taste. There isn't much that comes from the sea that I can eat. Maybe shrimp and tuna. On some days. Maybe if there is a full moon.

Don't get me started on calamari.

I do have a point to this journal. I promise. Also, it really doesn't have to do with seafood. I just happen to be hungry.

Anyways, seriously this time, what I hate is people who promise something and then they don't do anything. That's me. I hate myself for not keeping up with my own personal promises. Not in a "gggrrr I'll set myself on fire" kind of way but enough to say "What's wrong with you?" In my defense I'll say that work has been a little rowdy lately. This whole "do the work of three people to save money" boss mentality, has been kicking mine and my husband's asses. My husband has it worse because he has to deal with customers directly. I rarely due to the owner thinking I -suck- on the phones and Honestly? despite my wounded ego, I'm glad for that assessment now. Of course, that means I got swamped with all the grunt work so people who do the phones can do so a little easier.

Excuses aside, the good thing about this job, other than being a good source of income for both of us, is that its seasonal. After a certain date, things just chill out. Calls come in less and less and then we just go into maintenance mode. There is way more time for non work projects. My eyes rejoice that they don't have to be in front of a monitor entering endless strings of numbers and characters.

I'm getting old for my age.

I really hope I do something worthwhile before I go. That's all I ask.

New sketches next week.

Uhh... I guess this journal ended up having no real point.