Not OK

Ok before I start bitching about things I have one funny thing that happened at work today. A guy came in to pay a ticket and he had to fill out this little form so that I could waive one of his fees (because I'm that damn nice ... tell your friends). So he fills it out and then tears it off the pad, looks at me, and goes "do I take this, or do you keep it?" Why on earth would I have some guy fill out a form, just to keep it and do nothing with it?! People don't often think, this is quite possibly what makes my life a constant comedy, and occasionally a tragedy.

Sad news (in bullet form for simplicity and length):

• I bid farewell to my fake long term relationship Scotty. He has decided to leave me to become a grown up with a real job and crap. What a loser.
• I also bid farewell to miss Sandboney. She has also decided to leave me in search of grad school or some other such nonsense. Again ... what a loser.
• I bid farewell AGAIN to baby Gaby my little travel size friend. She has decided to leave me to live at home with her family, save money and then live the life of a grown up. Stop it.
• I bid farewell to a gentleman that I have been spending a great deal of time with lately. It sucks because he is leaving for five months at a really fun time in our relationship and I want to punch him in the head for this. He ALSO is leaving for a job. Since when are jobs cooler than me? I know I don't pay well (I really only pay is hugs and sarcasm) but I thought I had more of a draw than this!
• Sadly, I also had to bid farewell to one of my favorite and most inspirational professors while at Western. Last spring he disclosed to our class that was extremely tight knit that he had pancreatic cancer. He was incredibly up beat, planned to beat it, and kept right on teaching our class. This last Friday he lost his battle with cancer. He was an incredible asset to our department and many many people are being affected by his death. His memorial is this friday, and while I'm glad that I get to be there to celebrate his life, it's enormously difficult for me to think about his death.

Life all in all has been fab (I'm either in the 80's or a 15 year old girl right now) and I've been really happy. I ate an entirely too large chunk of salmon last night, enjoyed a delicious coffee this morning and get to see dear miss Em tonight who I have not seen in over a month. These things makes me happy. More snarky comments to come ...