I'm so frustrated. They just let go one of our best and newest employees today, due to 'restructruing', which doesn't make any sense, as she was hired to fill in for a maternity leave. All the staff loved her, and she was doing a good job. She was totally blindsight, on a Monday no less, and is the major breadwinner in her household, with two small children.

It makes we wonder of the ethics of this place. For so long I heard rumours of things happening but this is just too much. The entire staff is bummed, and I just want to scream and yell. But I can't. Most of the staff think that the woman who is on maternity leave is just going to work anyway.. and bring her baby into work, and expect us to babysit. It's bullshit. Argh.

*Yawn*

Pretty boring weekend, I must say. We did go see the Davinci Code on Saturday night. It was good. Still not sure what all the fuss is about, though.

We also bought kites. And, predictable, the wind has all but disappeared, so here we are, watching the Price is Right, with some IDIOT who spends 5 minutes asking all his frat boy buddies in the audience for the price of everything. Even Bob is getting pissed off, it's funny.

Right, back to the kites. MW's kite is a gigantic Superman (tm) kite that is approximately as big as our living room. It's pretty ridiculous. I got a much smaller kite - a bat - that I have named Basil.

I was getting stir crazy last night, so we went to the bar near our apartment. It was interesting. A weird mix of young men and oooold women. There was, also, the most spectacular fem-mullet I had ever seen. It really defies description. I wish I had my camera.

So, who know what the day has in store for us the rest of the day. I suspect it's more tv watching, laundry, and cleaning. Woopee.

... because I think I've lost it.

In the past three days, I have:

• Deposited 2 cheques incorrectly - switching the amount of each one.
• Lost my bank card.
• Lost my wallet (but found it).
• Missed my bus.
• Left my laptop at home.
• Missed my bus. Again.

Not major things, but, man, I really don't know where my head is lately.

Has anyone seen that episode of Seinfeld when Elaine talks about how she needs to have sex or else she turns stupid? Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's what's happening.

So, here I am, writting away on my laptop (care of my work, or you, the taxpayer), sitting in my bed, in my bedroom, in my new apartment. Well then.

See, no one ever told be about this. The whole, moving in together thing. The whole combining of possessions things. Hm. Though last weekend was the 'official' move - this is, the move of the things in the last apartment, this weekend was spent litterally driving from one end of the province to the other, gathering other stuff stored at our respective parents places. And that, my friends, has not be fun.

I find myself territorial. Having never shared living space with anyone before, I find some of the... decor choices a bit.... disturbing. For instance, there is one thing in particular that bothers the hell out of me. If any of you come to visit, you'll get three chances to guess (or maybe I'll post a few pictures, and have a poll). Another problem is that I came into this is virtually no real furniture of my own, so we have had to rely on Mr. Wonderful's collection. This is fine, but I find that the apartment looks like his than mine. But what does it matter? It doesn't really, and it's nothing a few glasses of wine won't fix.

Speaking of furniture, I bought a crap-ass dresser at Walmart, and I might toss it out the window soon. Everytime I open a drawere, *thud*, it falls of it's track. It is very, very, very frustrating. I bought it because it matched my headboard, and was cheap, but now I'm afraid I may need to look for a more expensive version - one that pre-assembled, even.

It's almost midnight, so I think it's time to head to bed.