I have finally finished transporting all of the content from the old-style design to the new-style design for this website I have been hired to update. As I have no better way to celebrate this sort of milestone, I am taking a moment out of my busy day to write in my diary. Not that I realy need an excuse.
Once again, I am listening to Bittersweet Symphony. It is the final track on the Cruel Intentions soundtrack, and I cannot stop listening to it. Over and over and over. That, and "Colorblind," same CD. When she comes up the escalator and finds Sebastian Valmont waiting for her, I have two simultaneous and equally-powerful thoughts: 1) I want someone to look at me the same way he is looking at her; and 2) I want to own the shirt he is wearing. Apparently, movies like Cruel Intentions have a tendency to highlight certain...gayer aspects...of my personality.
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We interrupt this diary entry to bring you Breaking News: Fulminous has once again been fucked over by the malevolent beings who watch over the Calculation and Dissemination of Paychecks.
Yes, it has happened again. I just discovered, mere moments ago, as I was typing this, that the paycheck I was to receive this Friday has been delayed by two weeks. My new job is through a placement agency I worked with when I first got to the city. They still, apparently, have my old Direct Deposit information on record, and just tried to Deposit my paycheck Directly into an Account that has been Closed. Three days for my old bank to bounce the money back. A week for my employer to issue a paper check. Three days for it to get here from Boston. Two more weeks in which I have no internet access at home. Two weeks in which I have no money to buy food. Two weeks in which I go insane.
Thank you, this has been Breaking News.
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I am going to go back to work now. I shall try to focus on the screen through my tears of anger and frustration. And it started out as such a good day, too.