With a little perserverance you can get things done

Do you know where that title comes from? Off the top of your head, not with a quick google search? There may be a prize involved for the first right answer. My guess at the readers who might know where it comes from and even the following lines? Catwoman and With Love, Fat Girl.

Don't ask me why it came into my head tonight, but it did.

Anyway, it's back to work tomorrow. I am feeling sorry for myself. We are not going to come out ahead with me working, though on paper it will look like it and that is all that matters I suppose. William has been fantastic and has said if I want to quit when he gets his residency then I can do so. The thing is, as much as I bitch I know I won't. I have decided to do the hospital unit clerk program, so as long as I keep my casual status, even if I work once every 6 months, then I still have some sort of seniority and once I finish the program I am almost guaranteed a job within the hospital network. And really, all I want is benefits. I could care less what my dollar earning is. It's not having benefits that kills you. So says the gal paying $7000 for her son's braces. 80% of which would have been covered had I had benefits. So you see it's all about the benefits. And paid sick days. And mental health days. Yeah. Benefits are good.

I was going to post pictures of Taylor's confirmation last night, but I left the camera in my cousin's truck. I went to pick it up today but then I left it in my mum's house. Cause I'm me, you know? My mum's bringing the camera to work (God, that word again!) tomorrow so hopefully I can do it in the evening. I had a bit of rant after they did group shots of each school with the Archbishop (and it was the one who did me. My confirmation that is. You people have such dirty minds.) and one of the mum's sent both her daughter should have been in the picture and an older daughter who should not have been in the picture. I was annoyed because it would have been nice to have a picture of just the Grade 6's. But whatever. I'm a petty, petty person.

Off to bed, since I work in 8 hours. Blah.