An Update. And, Running Away.

So here's an update on what's going on here. I am still sofa shopping. I can't buy anything until I get my bonus in 2 weeks. Shocking that I even get one, but hey I'm not going to complain. I have choices narrowed down to 3.

No word from Mr. B. It's been 2 months. I guess he's over it.

I need to get out of my job. My employee told me today she doesn't know how I have lasted 3 years. I saw a vineyard for sale. Any potential partners out there? I am only halfway joking. Alternatively, my neighbors want to buy a bar down the street and asked me to join in last night. It really made me sad when I realized how little money I actually have to invest. I really can't take this much longer . . . stressful job, expensive area, etc. I need to do something different but feel very trapped in my current financial situation. I either need to rob a bank or win the lottery or sell my place to escape. Buying my place was the one smart thing I did in my life--it is my trump card and I am seriously thinking about cashing it in soon.

Things I Love: What Do You Think?

For years I've written a random "column" on this blog: Things I Love, where I talk about how people piss me off. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people of authority ask me what I think, and then I make a decision that they immediately negate. Why bother to fucking ask me in the first place? This happened recently with a volunteer thing that I do. The president of this organization asked me what I thought, I told him and acted on it, and he told me to undo it. There have been a few other things recently with this volunteer situation that have made me question whether it's worth my time and aggravation anymore. So they are on notice . . .