I've decided to continue on with living in the 7-bed house, except we may now have a 6th person, which is awesome. I wouldn't mind having 7, in fact, since many of my frustrations have stemmed from what we'll do with the spare bedrooms.

I am shocked to say, also, that I am beginning to get a tan. It's not necessarily that I want one, it's just that I normally turn red and then all sorts of madness ensue. This appears to be a legitimate toning of the skin, though. It's nifty.

I am no longer working at Coldstone Creamery. I primarily quit because I could no longer stay in a place which encourages me to upsell customers constantly, that is, to feed them so much more fatty ice cream than they could possibly really want or need. I never actively tried to upsell customers, but I was uncomfortable in a place where such a thing was promoted. Also, while the store owner is a nice enough woman in her own right, the store manager is quite the sexist, and is not suited for a position where he is capable of lording over his female co-workers.

I had asked to stop working on the 9th, but apparently this past monday was my last day there. Time to find a new job, and quickly.

Until next time.