I am going through a rather serious obsession with Peter O’Toole…
August 2005
Monthly Archive
Sun 21 Aug 2005
Mon 15 Aug 2005
Looks like I’m going to go to work for my brother again for a bit. It’s funny how the timing has worked. One of their employees is leaving just as we need some income. This way we’ll have some cash coming in and they can take more time to find a qualified barista.
PS anyone else diggin’ on Sufjan Stevens? I mean, HI 
Fri 12 Aug 2005
Wed 10 Aug 2005
Sat 6 Aug 2005
Oh I’m getting it…
Sat 6 Aug 2005
Well… Colin got fired. It’s a bit of a long story, but he didn’t do anything wrong, other than not working like a slave. I talked to the boss, he had seriously unrealistic expectations for someone who he couldn’t be bothered to train properly. In a nutshell, he’s a nutcase. Colin was working his ass off. The guy said something about money and “not making it”. I think he’s frustrated and scared that his first venture into business-ownership is not going as rosy as he’d hoped and he took it out on the new guy. Colin is looking for another job right now, but this probably means we’ll have to back out of the condo, depending on how fast he can find something and how well it pays. We are still hoping to buy, and may actually check out what’s available in the valley (although that’s a brand new idea and something we haven’t checked into yet). We might just get an apartment for a year or two until Enid is in school and I can find a job, allowing us to afford nicer property. What’s weird is that I’m not really upset about it. Either I’ve grown personally a lot in the last couple years (having survived my share of big setbacks) or my new doubled prescription for Zoloft deserves WAAAAYY more credit. Heh. Wish us luck!
Tue 2 Aug 2005
I just got back from Pet Emergency. Our beloved family pet Patches, a female corgi, passed away tonight, after a year+ long battle with cancer. My Mom found her having a massive seizure, and we knew it was time. She died with our hands on her, in a calm state, in a warm bed. She looked exhausted. I am glad that she was not made to stick it out and suffer needlessly.
Rest in peace, my little brown and white dog.