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I had a generally shitty day at work today, and since today was payday my first thought was to buy a large bottle of alcohol and share it with a friend over some kind of horribly unhealthy, carb-laden dinner. Which is exactly what my buddy Ben and I did. We consumed a pretty ridiculous amount of Absolut Berri Acai in shot form, as a drop shot with Red Bull, and mixing with Sprite. Predictably, we ordered a pizza to soak up the alcohol.

It's a funny story how we met. Back when I worked for Starbucks I took shifts at a lot of different stores around the city and I happened to pick up one at the store he was working in at the time. Neither one of us could, when we reminisced over it tonight, remember how it was that we started talking about comics that day but it just so happened that Ben was in the process of reading Transmetropolitan at the time and asked me if I'd read it. So I took off the leather cuff that I had to wear on my wrist to cover my spider tattoo and said "It's funny you say that..." We've been close friends ever since.

I'm not really sure how it came up exactly because I was pretty drunk and had just finished explaining the concept of Fridging to him after going on about eight separate tangents along the way, but I- legendary for my inability to mark time- said that we must have known each other for over two years now. He responded by taking one of his trades off the wall and taking a piece of paper out of it and handing it to me. It was eight inches of badly worn till paper that I'd torn off the day we met and scribbled every comic I could think of that he should read on. Not only did he keep it that long, but he's marked little x's beside all the ones he's read so far.

I'm not even really sure how to articulate how I feel about it beyond the fact that my shitty day at work feels like it was years ago.

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We are pushing hard against a tight deadline. And when I say "we," I mean that the editor and myself, because everyone other ******** person is on vacation. And when I say "the editor and myself," I mean that he is doing every other normal thing he should be doing and I am doing the work of three people. Two of which are not here.
I have been working since the 20th. I have not had a single day off between then and now. I am pulling another extra-long day today to finish one issue. Tomorrow I will get to finish another issue by another artist who, despite having his own army of interns, none of them can figure out the flowchart works so I have to do it.
While normally I would sympathize because it is actually kind of difficult, this was a screw up everyone knew about, knew it would happen, decided not to fix it in advance because, "well Luci will be here in the studio so she can do it."
This will all be done before Tuesday.
I have spent the last several days doing my work, other peoples work, and of course fixing the work that the intern screwed up. There is a special place in hell for incompetent interns.
And in the middle of all this, the TimeCapsule is once again in the midst of failing. We didn't expect it last time, even though apparently its a known flaw in the Apple hardware, which they never fixed so we knew it was going to happen again, so WHY is everything there? I don't know how to deal with it, none of their "tech support" helped and at this point, I'm mostly ready to throw my hands up about it. I saved the files, my job is done.

Stop taking vacations around deadlines. You people are going to come back well-rested and happy, and I am going to be a huge b***h to everyone and I'm not going to feel bad about it. And I will even be an extra-b***h to the intern because you told me to lay off him, and he ******** everything up so that I had to fix it while I should have been on vacation too.

While they're pretty crappy movies, they're a lot less damaging than the books. They're popcorn, or as my friends call it: "Topless Teenaged Jailbait The Movie."

It's like TigerBeat. Ok, it's a little dishonest that they didn't use Taylor Lautner's real body in the advertisements, but he's still pretty good looking. Even if he's not secretly an underwear model.

This morning my mom called me at work to let me know that my dad had a heart attack. He had severe chest pains and drove himself to the nearest hospital. All so he wouldn't worry anyone..... which was faster than waiting for one of us to reach him considering he works three hours away. Though there are a lot of places he could have called for assistance.

Later I found out that he has heart damaged from the fact that his heart enzymes are up. Also it seems that the blockage of the blood vessels he had cleared a few years ago didn't work. That instead of those arteries being blocked the blocked went to another one. He currently has two stints put in and now my mother is hoping for a third and not another by-pass...

I spent most of work freaking out. Everything else with his valve malfunctioning and his heart not pumping and the by- pass surgeries I've been the unmovable rock and now I'm freaking out, which just makes me freak out even more because I never freak out about this stuff. So I asked to leave work early planning to drive my a** there for a short visit before picking up my daughter. Not only did they give permission but they also made me sit in a random meeting for hours and hours 10 minutes before they agreed for me to leave.

So not only am I freaking out, I am really pissed.

This is what I think

Jeez, I'm sorry to hear that, Kat. At least the doctors are on top of things and he is in good hands.

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