Real Life Sucks
So, not only is my home country all kindsa crazy religiomisogyniracisty, but my dad recently greeted me with the words, "You need to ask about that temporary health insurance at work because if you got sick or hurt now, it'd bankrupt me and your mama."

OH, YAY, I'M GONNA HAVE NIGHTMARES. ABOUT POVERTY. AND UNWANTED CHILDREN ROILING OUT OF GUTTERS LIKE RATS, DRIPPING WITH DISEASE BECAUSE THEIR RELUCTANT MOTHERS CAN'T AFFORD HEALTH CARE.

The lady I was supposed to talk to about the not-really-insurance (I can't get actual insurance at my present job until I've been there six months) wasn't there today, and she may or may not be on vacation. Whoo.

Oh well, something like 90% of my friends don't have health insurance, and they're not dead or living on the streets yet. Haha, yet.

Anyway, this all depresses me, so now I will talk about puppies and the lady I work with who looks like Catherine Tate:

-One of my friends has adorable chihuahua-pekingese cross puppies who are adorably adorable. And one of them is named Figaro. And he is adorable. Adorablllllle.

-I took the same lunch break as the redheaded lady who calls me Little Bit, and she just suddenly starting showing me pictures of her pomeranians on her phone. She mumbles like crazy, so I have no idea if there was actual lead-up to the pomeranian pictures and I just missed it or what, and I couldn't make out the doggies' names at all, but they were adorable. One of them had fox-like coloration. Also, apparently one of them fell off the bed yesterday morning, and they thought she was dead. But she wasn't... I didn't quite catch all of that story, either.

-There is a lady I work with who has very Catherine Tate-ish facial features and I stare at her a lot. She is very nice, and she complimented the necklace that I made from part of a keychain (pictured below). Also, she is kind of adorable. She sat across from me on my second break, and, when she saw that I was eating Free Break Room Cookies, she asked me what kind of food there was. When I told her that there was ice cream in the freezer, she grinned and bobbed up to the freezer, pulled it open, turned to every in the room, and threw her arms out to the side, saying "Ice cream sandwiches? Ice cream sandwich? Ice cream sandwich?" When no one wanted an ice cream sandwich, she stuck her head in the freezer to look at all the boxes, then offered everyone fudgesicles, then the chocolate-covered ice cream bars under them, then whatever was underneath that box, all the while smiling and bouncing up and down a bit. Also, Catherine-Tate-looking Lady is the spawn of Jolly BA in Biology Man, who I also work with. And I think the Catherine-Tate-looking woman I saw last Christmas or whenever, who had the red hair and everything, is his daughter, too. Because, damn, she looks like this other woman, and I know Jolly Guy has two daughters who both work at the store. Needless to say, I'm developing a bit of an obsession with this family. Yes, I'm unhealthy and weird.

I wore the key one today. I had been wanting a key necklace forever, but the cheapest one I've found that I like was twenty dollars. Grand total for this one (keychain + cheapo necklace chain)? Four dollars.


Scorpion! ...was also originally a keychain charm. The scorpion necklace isn't finished yet, and it ultimately may not look anything like it does in the first picture. I need to fix a few wonky things and... stuff.