My dad's "unemployment" is continually amusing. He's gotten the first job he's had in 5 months, and he's working on the plane that will serve as the French equivalent of Air Force One. This marks the fifth "celebrity" plane he's done. That doesn't include the special projects he's also done, including rebuilding the Electra Amelia Earhart intended to circumnavigate the globe in for the 60th anniversary flight done by Linda Finch.
The fact that the economy can't keep work for him reminds me to be patient with my own search.
For some reason, though, PG&E keeps asking me to pay so I can keep the electricity on. At least they only ask every six months or so.
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In other news, my brother continues to be a source of drama. He's made decent income trading his WoW and other MMORPG accounts for cash monies, but part of this has included having various information of his stolen. Most recently it appears to be his cell phone number. I got a frantic call from one of my friends saying that he'd gotten word my brother was threatening to blow his brains out.
Great.
I call home, and everything is fine. Mom's fine, brother's upstairs with a friend of his playing games and has been for an hour or two. The best part? -- his phone hasn't even been activated.
... thank you for the panic, and WTF is going on?
I'm hoping I'll know more soon, but it definitely was not from my brother. Wondering if it was a cruel prank, a misdirected message or if my brother's just that "good" at being suicidal. Here's hoping it was that first one.
* Lady Door facepalms.
So is this what real life is like? I think I'll go back to school now.
