Greetings and salutations, my lovely darlings. Welcome to Tuesday. I’m awake, I’ve got a coffee, and Chaucer is angrily kneading on a pillow beside me.
My lawn guy did an amazing job. I can go outside again, and I’m no longer afraid one of the neighbors might confront me about the state of our yard.
Shawshank is still working on his options for what documents he can use to fly. He emailed his caseworker at the Canadian consulate. She wasn’t a lot of help for the most part. He explained the situation – he has 10 days to get enough ID to board a plane or he’ll be homeless. She gave him links to homeless shelters and told him she couldn’t help him since he was no longer in the US. However, she was able to give him a scan of his expired passport, so at least he has a passport number to reference.
Today, I mail out the majority of my Pony collection. I’m sad about it, but it’s mostly because it was something I loved building and then didn’t take care of. Only a handful of MLP-related things remain: a couple of stray ponies and the Show Stable playset. I have several customized ponies, and I’m not sure what I’ll do with them. So far, I’ve only kept one of the original collection for myself.
On a good note, I work with with MusicMan today. He’s a little annoyed about the rumblings about whether or not our hours will actually change at work. When they first announced the change, StressedRPh went after the manager position because she was going to lose a lot of hours. At the same time, MusicMan was reconsidering the position for himself because he’d just put money down on a house and the pay raise would be great.
I just want to keep my head down and collect a paycheck.
