anyway, i have this lump on my eyelid and it hasn't gone away for a while, so i called the doctor and they were like, you can come in tomorrow if you want. See, that is service. a minor problem that isn't urgent and they can still see you the next day. of course, it helps that i waited until thanksgiving.
one of the guys in my cohort decided to jump ship and got a job at $ENTERTAINMENT_COMPANY. friggin' traitor. he is dead to me now. bastard. the thing is, he was trucking along, doing very well, had an advisor who'd really have a lot of sway, he could've been out of here next fall if he went for it, but he still decided, screw it, i want the money now and no winter now, i'm getting a job in $ALLIGATOR_STATE. bastard. we went out for pizza to see him off.
we started watching the man in the high castle. i like it so far. it's good and it does some interesting things. it's not awesome, but it is compelling. i have not read the book. some things don't really make sense, plot-wise, but i'm willing to overlook it.
the new furnace is nice and shiny. it heats the house.
my aunt is in charge of the estate of my grandmother and had been delaying sending out the inheritance checks for way too long. she wouldn't do anything wrong or hide anything, it's just that if you don't bug her to get it done, it will never get done. so a few days ago my father was like, "so she said she's mailing them, if she doesn't, will you drop by and pick them up on the way to thanksgiving with $OTHER_SIDE_OF_FAMILY." and I was like, jiminy christmas, can't she just drop these things in the mail? I'm not averse to picking them up personally, but, c'mon. then he was like, okay, she said she'd mail them [Monday], so this may be unnecessary. Then, tonight: "I called this evening and she didn't mail them today, so we'll all just drop by there." Great. This is something on the order of a few hundred dollars, not anything groundbreaking. I don't know what the deal is, but that's what interpersonal stuff is always like with her. On the other hand, she's like the church secretary for a moderately successful church that requires somebody actually, like, getting stuff done, so I can't imagine that an inability to write a handful of checks and mail them off is just flightiness.
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