Blargh. Again again.

Well, it's Friday. Hurray for that.

My mother said something about my father having problems with the upper echelons of the company... I'm pretty sure I don't actually care. I mean, I DO care because it's my family and I don't want my dad miserable and all that, but I'm so sick of working here I don't care much past that point. My mother also said something about a few million dollars being at stake... I do hope my dad gets a piece of that (he's earned it) if it's true. If not... menh. My mother is prone to exaggerate. And I'm SO SICK of working here.

Andy is in a "mood"... just very finky and bossy, not so bad. But added to the rest of the stress in my life, not so great either... I hope it passes soon. I don't know why she's so set on being miserable sometimes... but whatever. She'll learn... she's still growing, and I don't think she appreciates how difficult it is to do an actual job that you hate as much as I hate this one. Who knows? Maybe she's right... maybe I need to pull more weight around the house... we'll figure it out one of these days. No particular rush, at least.

Anyway, back to my awful, awful job. Yay.