I have been without cable since August and it really is amazing how the more minor holidays arrive and I have no idea because I’m not being barraged with “_____ Day SALE THIS WEEKEND!” or whatever selling point they have attached to the holiday coming up. For instance, Valentine’s day kind of snuck up on me, which is totally okay. I really wish it had come and gone without much notice, but of course everyone single or not has to blow up social medias about the damn day. It could have been just another Tuesday, but nope. Also having a coworker constantly white at another one¹ where her flowers were made it that much harder to ignore. The cupcakes and brownies she brought in, however, made up for it. Today? Today is Mardi Gras. I would hear more about it if I were still in the South, but instead, it will be Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick’s Day that will get the noise going for people out here in Southern California. Also, a new one I swear I haven’t heard before is Pancake Day, but from what Wikipedia says, it’s primarily observed² in New Zealand, Australia, Canada and the UK, especially Ireland. There is some observance in the US, but I obviously haven’t been exposed to it and now that I have a wider base of friends and acquaintances, it’s just a new thing I have gotten to learn!

I tell you, after writing that long paragraph, I haven’t seen that much red underlining in quite a while! Chrome decided it needed to learn new words, particularly ones in non-English languages and has had me brush up on which vowels are the correct ones to use in certain, longer words. :lol:

Care for some drama? Sure! Don’t we all? As long as it isn’t yours, am I right? I know that is how I am. Two weeks ago, I took the train up to L.A. for the occasion of my mom’s and a couple of friends’ birthdays. That all went swimmingly³. Where the snag hit was when Devin was supposed to pick me up to head back down to S.D. on Thursday. He had told me he was heading up to L.A. on Wednesday night over the phone. I told him to keep in touch. What happens? I can’t get in touch with him on Thursday and at one point, his phone is definitely off. Cue my checking the bank account to see if I can decipher what he was up to. I come to find out he has spent enough money at the Hard Rock Hotel to keep us from paying rent. On top of that, which Hard Rock Hotel is he staying in? Las fucking Vegas, a solid 4-hour drive from L.A. and 6 from S.D. I wasn’t sure if he drove there, flew there, whatever. I was relatively stranded in a city 3 hours from where I’m currently living and working and have a cat at home to take care of. So I took action. Cue my pulling out everything but $50 from the bank account so that I can TRY to pay rent, with help from my mom. Not only that, but my parents let me borrow one of their cars to drive myself home. It is quite convenient that this just so happens to be the week that both of my parents are working for the Northern Trust Open⁴, so they really only need one car. When I finally see the twit, he tells me he just “needed to get away”. I told him, I don’t give a fuck, do what you want, but not when we still have bills to pay in both of our names! You could let everything go to default for all I care, but only AFTER this divorce is final and after my name is off of anything you could fuck up. I’ve never been so eager for a relationship to end completely in my life!

On other annoying notes, my store manager managed to convince herself that President’s Day was last weekend and not this weekend, so all of the extra bodies we could have used for the holiday rushes weren’t scheduled when they really needed to be. In the era of smart phones, Internet and Siri⁵, there’s really no excuse. Not to mention, we have a day planner book for associates to put in their requests for days off and that would certainly have the holiday mentioned. But hey, she’s human and allowed those brain fart moments, right?

Now for yet another long-overdue Project 366 digest! I had another late photo this time around… oops.