(Order it by priority because I picked some in-my-dreams things at the end of my list-making mission)

It was fun... knowing what I'd like to own actually brought a little joy to my life today. I don't expect to get any of it this holiday season, but I would love to work my butt off buy every single item on that list. Especially that suitcase and those boots. That could be an outfit. ;c )

Work is going well. I survived my first 40-hour work week ever and Friday, Corey and I went out to celebrate with a drink and drifting after. Last week was training all week, pretty much. Monday and Tuesday, I looked on and learned the programs we use from a few of my coworkers. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, I went through old cases and made a few calls to practice being on the phone, and at the end of the day on Friday, he gave me ten completely new cases. I wrote all of them out and plan to hit the ground running tomorrow.

My coworkers are funny...all a bit bold, badass and crazy. I don't feel like the "weird one" there, which I like. They're all crazy and hilarious... especially my boss, who is the biggest joker of them all. He has a megaphone and does voices. I laugh all day in my little desk area and massage people on my breaks. I think I've gotten a few new clients out of it too, which might eventually double what I make there.

Not sure yet if I'm the right person for the job, but I'll give it my best shot. There's a Christmas party coming up which I'd like to be a part of. We have to work on Christmas Eve and the 26th, but I don't mind that at all. Christmas is a silly holiday when you're not getting along with your family.

Speaking of family, Marten is back to his old self, begging for food all day, refusing to sit anywhere else but my lap and under my arm when I'm sleeping. Last week, I thought I might have to take him back to the hospital... his face was all plugged, his eyes were glazed over, and he was struggling to breath. After each day at the office, I returned to a healthier kitty. I'm so glad he's still in my life. It was worth every penny to save him, damnit. His presence keeps me sane.

Yesterday, he sat on the edge of my futon and walked his paws up my stomach so I'd pick him up, and when I did, he climbed up to look over my shoulder. He'd sit there all day if I let him. That's the kind of thing I'd miss if he was gone. I'd miss him annoying me for food every half hour, I'd miss him busting through closed doors that haven't latched... I'd miss his cat-talk, I'd miss his warm little kitty body at my side.

Another thing: I'm loving Buffalo right now. On Friday, I got everything done between 5 and 5:30... it was pretty magical. The next day, because I slid into an intersection in front of a cop, I went and got my winter wheels put on by this awesome mechanic named Ron. He was absolutely hilarious and made me remember how much I'm in love with a good sense of humor.
Me: "Oop, air's a little low in that one!"
Ron: "I'll tell ya... girls! They're all the same!"



Then he decided that the tires were so low because I wanted more traction. That's exactly correct, you weirdo! Everyone? GO THERE. You need to meet this guy.

I'm thinking I might kill a tree next weekend. For Jesus. Jesus and Santa. :c P