So, I had a job on Tuesday. It's finished now. There was a hostile takeover while I was there. I had already decided there was no way I could possibly work there for more than a month.
Waste and I are going through periods of nice followed by longer periods of him depressed and brooding. He hasn't bothered to mention what's eating him, but I'm going to go with that boyfriend-type-person who keeps sleeping in what he obviously thinks is his half of my bed.
