Working for the man every night and day

So they are trying to get me to quit at work. Without going through the whole sordid affair (and kudos to Numoy and Roomie for putting up with it in its entirety) G has gone behind my back and is trying to force me out. If I wasn't such a hardass I'd maybe quit, I certainly feel unappreciated and angry, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction... plus I have to stay on so I can get a wicked discount on a frame when I graduate. Two of the managers are totally going to bat on my behalf, for which I'm very thankful... am wondering if a card or other thank you would be inappropriate. I'm going to see what happens next week.

Apart from that fiasco, which makes work a hellish political nightmare, I met a very cool (almost too cool) girl today at my new position, and spent an enjoyable four hours talking to her while folding and hanging clothes. We're going to hang out soon sans travail, and I can't wait. She's a total hardass and doesn't take any crap, likes to party: Lovely as. Turns out she is best friends with a girl I was at the castle with this summer, which is funny and a good conversation starter. She also spent time at the castle.

I should be spending less time dicking around/drinking/having sex and more time working, but its lovely and warm outside and I'm not quite in work mode yet. Started to get my Oxford application together, am totally scared to jump into that whole thing... have to start applying for internships and all that soon as well. Gah. Its no wonder I'm going out again tonight!!

Tonight for drunken 80's fun, tomorrow for work. I promise myself and any loyal readers that I will work all day tomorrow. Once I recover from my hangover of course.