Word of the Day: peripatetic Patrick is KNIVES!!!!! So my vacation was pretty nice. I barely did anything at all, dishes, clothes, cooking, hardly any chore-type things. I got Deathly Hallows and stayed up till four-thirty in the morning to finish it. I was half asleep and didn't understand all the crap about...uhm...the wand and stuff at the end, but I was definitely crying when...certain people died. I thought it was a really good ending, very much like I expected. I reread it, taking days and days of time to sit and pay attention and read slowly. In fact, I just finished it this past Sunday, so it's taken a while. I wanted to give myself time to think about the whole thing. So during my vacation, or right before it, JD's car died. Now we're down to one car. It doesn't suck as bad as I thought it would, except since I'm working nights now and I'm getting off at eleven at night, JD has to pack up Patrick in the car in the middle of the night to come and get me. I hate that, I really do. However crappy July was, thought, August looks like it's turning out to be much better [apart from having to work in the evenings]. The really huge thing: JD's getting trained to move into the office doing drafting. His boss said as soon as he gets trained, he'll be making $12 an hour. That is absolutely amazing. With that, we'll be able to save even faster to get JD a new [to us] car since Elenor will be paid off next month. And, last but not least, it stopped raining. It's hotter than ever, but it's not raining. So yeah, work still sucks. People are quitting or threatening to quit because of Theresa and Tracey, because they're dumb and don't listen to anyone. I'd like to leave myself, but it's really not as bad as I make it out to be. I just always feel like I'm being taken advantage of because of my situation. No matter how many times I say I don't like being at the desk, I don't like doing it, I don't like people, I get stuck at it. It's all very complicated to explain. Now that I'm working after Theresa's gone, she doesn't think things will get done. I guess she's never realized that I have enough to do without her giving me other things and that I know what I need to do without her telling me. Any road, she told me that, while I'll still my basic accounting things to take care of, I'm going to be used more for the training of the front desk in the evening than anything else. I just nodded my head while she said that, but I thought, 'Pft, I'm going to sit in the back and do my stuff, and if people have questions, then they can ask me. That's how things have always worked.' And that's how things have been working. But still, it's frustrating when I'm forced to work the desk becuase there's no one else scheduled, or Tracey's scheduled and she says that she's 'got work to do.' Like I don't have work of my own to do. I just think, and this is being exceptionally selfish for me, that I should get what I want becuase I've been there for four years and suffered for the little bit that I've got, because I'm a good worker and, really, I don't ask for much. I don't even want a raise, I just want to be left alone to do my work. All right, enough complaining about work, it's making me feel angry. JD is wonderful. I don't say it enough and I should. Now that I'm staying home with Patrick during the day, I'm learning a lot more about him. He's so creative and inventive, most of the time I don't know what we're playing because it changes so often. Like, just now, he took the seat and back cushions off the chair and situated them how he wanted and told me that it was his castle, that he wanted me to eat cake with him in his castle. He has some blocks that he's had forever that were the cakes [but only the terry cloth side, if I tried to eat from another side he'd chastise me]. Now he's in his room doing something. He's in underwear nearly all the time now, except at night, and he only has an accident every once in a while [though he still doesn't tell me when he has to go pee, I just take him when I go]. He's learnt from somewhere that when he wants something, to say please and stick out his bottom lip. I laugh everytime he does it because he looks so funny. I have no idea where he picked it up, either. He's just weird, sometimes I can see his brain working to come up with something he's trying to say. I can't believe this little bundle-- --is now this crazy, shaggy-haired little person who runs around and says hilarious things. [Excuse the pantsless state, he always takes off his pants for some reason] In other news, I've started my Thermal last night. It took about three or four hours total to get started on the stupid thing, what with me not being able to count to 280 and forgetting how to knit or that I have to pay attention while knitting. At one point, JD suggested I take a break, but I told him that if I stopped now, I'd never work on it again and I'd knit socks with the yarn instead of the sweater, but then I'd be pissed off when it got cold and I didn't have a nice, pretty sweater to wear, I'd have socks instead and I don't even wear socks. Wish me luck on this endeavour, and I wish luck on any endeavours which are undertaken. Also, I realized a couple of days ago that it was actually August. Which means that now there are two and a half months until NaNoWriMo 2007. I think it'll be fun this year instead of mentally and physically agonizing. Part of me, though, thinks I'm asking for a breakdown in November. I guess we'll see in December.