Hating Christopher Columbus, the HARBINGER OF GENOCIDE
This chicken I bought from the grocery store deli.
"Testimony of an Irish Slave Girl" by Kate McCafferty (it’s not helping my Columbus rage)
My new, pre-desk job sized pants
Jim is working late tonight to meet with Adam Carolla, blah, blah, blah, he’s fancy, other work stuff, and podcasts. So I’m on my own tonight. And I’m squandering my freedom by doing exactly what I’d be doing if Jim were here with me: watching Star Trek TNG reruns on TV.
Data is saving the day in this episode. Just like in EVERY episode.
Today, Jim started his new job.
On Monday, I start my new job.
I’m moving departments and getting a pay bump, staying with the company I’m at. Prepping myself to be a well-rounded, jack-of-all trades employee.
New jobs! Planning a wedding! Ready to get back to looking for a new apartment! I’m starting a new volunteer thingy this weekend! Jim is looking good in his four fantasy football leagues!
EVERYTHING’S COMING UP GARVIN/BALLAS!!
Thank you, life.
I know in a week the water pipes will a spring a leak, the car will break down, and my favorite pair of jeans will rip. Or some other number of calamities. That’s okay! We can handle it, now. This validation and good news has renewed our patience with life. We’ve been encouraged and patted on the back and it feels good.