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I really don't want to go back to work tomorrow.

Having two days (in a row!) off was just wonderful. I need more. But the paycheck I got on Friday was some powerful incentive.

The Assistant Operations Manager gave her resignation letter to the Operations Manager on Friday. I consider her my friend and all, but it was getting too hard to work with her. She hates the Operations Manager, and when you work in a trailer there's nowhere to escape to when you need time alone. Frankly, the Asst Ops Manager was making everyone miserable because she was miserable.

I considered applying for her job. There would be only one major perk: health insurance. Crappy healthy insurance, but insurance nonetheless. However, I decided not to apply because I would be making less money.

You heard me.

With overtime, I make more than the Asst Ops Manager. True, I have to work longer hours to get that money, but I get paid for every hour I work. The Asst Ops position is salary, and if I had to come in on a Saturday - well, I'd still get paid the same.

Frankly, it's not worth it.

Caution: Little Kids

Today I went to Canton with my folks to visit my aunt and uncle and the cousins.

Little kids wear me out.

The youngest is hilarious. He has so much energy. He was always diving wherever he went. We played volleyball for a while, and even when the ball was calmly rolling towards him he would pounce on it.

He also runs parallel to the ground. That is, he inclines his upper body so that it is horizontal, and runs that way. It's like a state of controlled falling; he's constantly falling forward, but his feet (usually) stop him. He'll catch his balance, and fall again. Quickly.

I'm tired.

I had a profound sense of missing Dave today. I had just gotten up and had taken a shower. I was standing in the bathroom toweling myself off, and I glanced at the sink.

Suddenly, I missed Dave. I saw his toothpaste still sitting on the counter. That strange French and English toothpaste was just sitting there. Alone.

I burst into tears.

Yes. I have PMS. Wanna make something of it?