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I've realised one thing that's wrong with work.

It's just so much like high school during dayshift!

... maybe it's just interacting with normal people that makes everything seem like highschool.

Sort of, i'm not really allowed to hate work like i used to hate school. But i'm paid, at least.

Hm, beside that, massive driveway failure. I need some kind of van, damnit, so i can get stuff home and work on it. I guess once i have the cruiser up here...

Midwest FurFest is happening soon-ish, eek!

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*sighs*

For the 6th time since a month or so, we get some horrible large chunks of steak. Taste like crap, and hard as hell. And overcooked as usual.

And my mother's reaction, as usual, is "I bought six dozens of those, you're eating them. If you don't, i'm never again buying steak."

We tell her to taste one, she just answers "I don't even like steak, of course i'll find it horrible."

Hell, it's what happens with almost any meal i like. My mother notices i like a certain thing after i bought some of it, decides that we'll have that as meal, buys the thing, then decides to switch to the cheapest, on sale brand.

Then it tastes like crap, and we complain about it. Then it's "Well, if you don't want to eat x kind of food anymore, i'm not buying any of it again."

... and according to my little bro, who went to school to become a cook, that would be perfectly good meat for other kinds of meal, but NOT plain steak like that.