My kitty is, at times, ripping apart the box that my new "ultra deluxe" food processor came in as well as making it a semi-permanent home. The wind is 80 km's an hour right now outside and the snow has stopped. My dad's news from the specialist came back today and he does not have cancer. He was so sure he did and, pretty much, had already dug his own grave. I guess it's hard to be happy. Some people come by it naturally and the rest of us struggle.

So, I have to think the world is out to get me. Since I transferred home through work I've been knocked out by a safe, robbed twice, had a planter box hit me in the face, cracked my ankle on the ice and got in a car accident cracking my shoulder. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, mind you, but I'm seriously thinking about becoming an agoraphobic. I'm not sure if that is something you can just adopt or acquire but I'm seriously going to look in to it. I have never been off of work for this long in my life. I thought I would be heading back today but no go. I'm off for another three weeks, hence the blog. I'm going to treat this as my own personal diary since, it appears that, noone is reading it anyway. If you are please do not correct my grammer. That's irritating.

So I'm hobbling about with a cast on my left foot, right up to the knee(overkill), and bored out of my mind. I know "Only boring people are boring". It's amazing what you realize when you have way too much time on your hands. I guess I'll start with the safe. I work at a bank and when I first transferred I had new responsiblities. With new responsibilities comes the added stress of trying to learn everything as fast as you can to fit in. I was taken into a very loud ATM room to count money and while I was in there someone opened the top of the vault door, which I didn't even know existed. I dropped some twenties on the floor that flipped out of the "flipper" and with the eager new person zeal jumped down to grab them off the floor and jumped up smartly to contact the corner of the safe door with my head. Out like a light...for mere seconds and then the ugliest protrusion started from the left side of my head. My new boss, who I'm sure was very impressed with me at this time, drove me to the ER. Long story short, I got labelled "vault girl". "where's vault girl?", "has anyone checked on 'vault girl?", "vault girl has to pee". Not exactly the highlight of my life.

Oh well, enough of this for now. Heading to the market to get food. "Vault girl need food". Pray for me.