I've sent the better part of the past week visiting various veterinary clinics. First our dog needed shots. Then our cat was having several health problems. Then my sister's dog needed his ears seen to, nails trimmed, yearly exam, and shots. And now today we had to take the cat back to have some teeth pulled. Needless to say I've been forced into contact with several different vets and I gotta say that I am not satisfied with our guy. His assistant is great! My sister's vet is great! But our guy... condescending, rude, argumentative, and downright unprofessional. Granted he was having a hard morning because some puppy had needed emergency work after an attack, and maybe we had put off dental work just a little too long, but I walked away hating the man. Now I need a better job more than ever so that I can get our pets some decent health care. After our meeting I wouldn't trust this guy to remove a hang nail! Talk about learning a lesson in searching for the best care as opposed to the cheapest...

On another note, my sister will be home from Hawaii in less than 24 hours. Weird. I can't figure where the summer has gone. It seems like she just barely left.

On the plus side however, the end of summer means more work for me. At least I can earn a pittance while I search for better employment.

Everything in my life is utter gibberish.

BLAAAAAAH...

almost a week and all the guests have finally departed. Dinny is safely in Hawaii starting school. Bryn is back in class. Dad is back at work. Mom is out following up a job interview. And me? Good question.

At the moment my depression isn't causing me to cower in the corner, but I'm still at a complete loss. I've been looking for a new job but so far I haven't seen anything that I can force myself to do (yes force... there is no other word for what I go through to keep myself employed). I have got to find something though. As anyone who has talked to me lately knows, my current one is driving me insane. And I need to get some medical insurance. I hate tempting fate...

The guests are starting to arrive. One week and counting...

I am going to have to find a job soon. My savings are not going to last me through the summer. Anyway, I'm determined not to go back. I can't take it anymore.

until my sister's wedding and there is still so much to be done... I cannot wait until the June 21 when I can sleep and not have to think about centerpieces, dresses, flowers, and a million other minutia.

On the other hand I find the challenge of making the groom's cake quite exciting. I've always wanted to try my hand at doing a non-traditional cake, and even though my plans are nowhere near as interesting as those seen at cake shows, I can't wait to get started. Here's hoping that I don't screw it up!

Still no luck on the job front... I know I'm being far too picky (or stupid) but I just can't see myself doing any of the jobs that I've seen so far.

Spent the day shopping with two of my sisters. It was fun but as I'm rather poor at the moment, I spent most of my time waiting for them to try on clothes.

are a little better but maybe that's just because I've gotten used to the tension and have taught myself to ignore it. I tend to do that. I've never been good dealing with conflict. I'm an escaper. I would rather turn up the volume on my TV so that I can't hear the crying rather than try to deal with an issue that I know I can't possibly help with. What is the point of attempting the futile?