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Yes, I know.  My poor, neglected journal.  I have been busy lately (yes, again).  Here's the low-down.

I've lost my job as of yesterday.  I didn't screw up or anything, but the company I worked for is doing a lot of lay-offs, so naturally the temps are the first to go.  Actually, for my last day, my supervisor decided to be generous and position me on the easiest machine available.  That's where I'm writing this, as a matter of fact.  All I have to do is make sure the machines don't jam, and keep the parts hoppers full.  As you can probably guess, it's 90% sluff, 5% bullsh!t, and 5% actual work.  Nothing is concrete as far as a new job yet, but hopefully will soon.

It was so delightful.  They had the courtesy of calling me Thurs and telling me that Friday is my last day.  I just love it when the pncil-pushers need to feel important.

I also built up the courage to finally ask Abby out.  I've wanted to since I met her, because she's really sweet, and a real kick to hang out with.  Crashed and burned, however.  It wasn't pretty.  She was very supportive, though.  All she kept saying was how much of a b!tch she was for turning me down.  It's not every day someone like Abby comes into my life, so I'm not going to push the issue and force her out of it.

The funny thing is, I knew she would say no.  I think the main reason I asked is to get back on the horse, so to speak.  I just needed ot be regected, to not be afraid of being rejected.  One of those 'facing your fears' ordeals I guess.

On a sadder note, however, the situation between my folks is degrading even farther.  I fear that if my Dad doesn't try to rectify the growing animosity between him and my Mom, he's not only going to lose her, but my younger sister as well.  Her bitterness and resentment towards him grows stronger every day that he doesn't call or come home.  The thing really burns my ass is the fact that all I can do is stand and watch, and hope I can help pick up the pieces after the dust clears.  I love my Mom dearly, and there isn't anything I woulnd't do for her.  The emotioonal burden she tried to unload on my sister and I is immense, though.

I'm not to worried about my Mom making it though all this.  She's a ver strong, intelligent woman.  I am concerned about my sister.  She is far to young to know this kind of cynical resentment towards a parent.  I really worry about her.

Finally, one last thing about my life in particular.  I'm not just neglecting my entries, but trying to improve the site.  My musical tastes are often varied, and quite a tell-tale sign of my mood.  I'm attempting to record the music that I'm listening to frequently into Real Audio® format, so it can be listened to.  I'll keep things updated on that in the Projects area.

As always,

Life is in the air.........