Fun Fact #1: The brakepads on my bicycle are wearing out. I discovered this buzzing downhill, fast, en route to work.

Fun Fact #2: Throwing up when you get to work because you have excess adrenalin because you narrowly avoided hitting a truck is NO FUN. (See: brakepads wearing out.)

Fun Fact #3: I will be taking advantage of glide time tomorrow and pottering into the bike shop en route to work tomorrow.

Yes, I had a BRILLIANT start to my day. How can you tell?

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In other news, I’ve shifted offices again. Work decided to hire two new people, and seeing as they’ll both rank further up the chain than I do, I get to share an office again, with the head sysadmin. He’s a nice bloke, but it does restrict my ability to naff off, have personal phonecalls, and such, whilst at work. Boo hiss.

With that in mind, I’ve sent an email to AprilJob:

Sorry to be a giant pain, but seeing as tech’s now re-open, the only thing holding me up on putting loan application into the bank is Job.

   They don’t need concrete details about everything (not that I’d complain if you do have ideas!) but a quick “Yup, Mahal’s got a full-time job lined up with sufficient income that she’ll be able to pay back a loan” would be quite useful!

Anyone see any reason that they CAN’T finally go clickety-clack-type and SEND ME A FREAKING LETTER so I CAN GET MONEY from the BANK??

Yes, patience is something I lack. What of it?

Eta: Reply within 5 minutes was thus: “Reply being composed as we speak. Be about 20 minutes.”

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It’s nice having the family here. Went up to the luge with Angel on Saturday morning – she and I merrily threw ourselves down the mountainside on little plastic carts, gossiped, got sunburnt, ate icecream, and generally putzed around for four hours.

For some reason, I felt really chuffed that Uncle trusted me with Angel. He and Auntie are quite protective over her – she’s the youngest, and let’s just say two of the other three cousins have turned out to be less than wonderful.

I wish that making my own decisions didn’t feel like such a betrayal of my family. It’s silly, because what I’m choosing has NOTHING to do with my family. But I know that it will seem like such a betrayal to them that it makes me feel bad. Even though it’s still the right choice for me, it’s a bloody hard one.