The Roof is on Fire

Well, okay, the roof isn't on fire, but the shredder was. Apparently less than an hour after I left work yesterday, the big business sized shredder caught fire. Firefighters had to come and get the beast out of the building and everything. Of course, the fact that no windows can open for ventilation after the fact, and that the whole Admissions area still wreaks of smoke didn't cause concern from administration. I'm sure I took a little time off of my life breathing that air today. Hopefully it airs out some more before Monday. I think if I was pregnant, I would throw down. I mean, damn. It's just not right.

Still, work was alright, and I am soooo glad my weekend has started. Next week is going to blow, since I will be working Thanksgiving instead of going to Alabama. It's all in the name of having Christmas off, which may not matter anyway. Happy fucking holidays, right? Oh well. Still hoping everything turns out for the best. I've had some great offers for Christmas with friends and family if I'm to be alone in GA, but I work the day after Christmas. Why, God?? Whyyyyyyyy.

So Dex isn't limping anymore. That pretty much quit after like 2-3 days. Damn him. He's back to being fully nuts, and I really can't use the excuse for Benadryl anymore.

Holy crap I'm sleepy. Before I close, I saw on the news tonight where some emergency unemployment funding is about to expire. Takes me back to the grocery store the other day where I heard one employee ask the other if she was going to go ahead and go full-time (it was implied that there was an opening). And the employee responded, "I can't; it'll mess up my unemployment." DUDE.