SO... I owe my dad, BIG TIME!

For a few weeks, everytime you flushed the toilet in my bathroom, it would leak some of the flushed water (ie, pisswater, shitwater) onto the floor in my bathroom.

Did I say I hated laundry?  OH NO!  I hate stepping in my own piss whilst wearing socks at two in the morning!

So I, the world's laziest person, was called to action by this whole leaky toilet thing.  That's right, I went straight to my phone, and bitched about it to my father.  He was really cool, though, and he agreed to assist me in repairing my leaky situation.

Apparently, the "wax ring" was to blame.  Who knew that wax was the pisswater culprit?  Sneaky wax.

Ever changed a wax ring?  Me either.  It's NASTY!  You have to take the whole damn toilet apart, and remove it from it's perch.  I'm most concerned that I will now have the rockin' toilet from hell, because those suck.

But my Dad, he's a great guy.  He came over, fixed it, and I also got to learn some creative ways to cuss.  It was a messy job, and there was tons of water on the floor when he got through.

But I now have a shitwater-free floor, and my toilet doesn't rock, which is a good thing.

So, THANKS, DAD!

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So... I have a new job.

Not a DIFFERENT job, mind you... a NEW one.

See, it's sorta complicated, but I work for a non-profit, and I've BEEN working on a contract basis since I started.  That means, (say it with me, contract employees) NO BENEFITS.  That, plus the fact that, even though everyone in no way made me feel this way, I felt sort of... it's hard to describe... I felt like I was not part of the team (even though everyone thought of me as such... it was me being silly, and I knew it. Ah... residual low self-esteem...)

ANYWAY... that's over now.  I signed all these papers, Monday I pee in a cup, and I am now a faithful and loyal employee, with benefits, vacation time and all of that great stuff.  I'm very, very happy, because I've been hoping for this for months.  And the best thing?!  I got to quit the hotel once and for all yesterday.  BOOYA!

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My weekend is dominated largely by Wurstfest, which is like Octoberfest, but it in November.  The powers that be in our town thought Wurstfest sounded less obnoxious than Novemberfest, which is just weird.  The tagline for Wurstfest is the best ever: "A Ten Day Salute To Sausage!"

There's nothing I will add to that, my friends.  Have a great weekend!

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