Yesterday I was made redundant and I got a dog

--my answer to my dad's question "what have you been up to?"

The redundancy is no suprise and it came as a relief. I am looking for a job a bit more hardcore than before--I have to go to an application/training thing for one. It won't make me famous-but it will provide some observational humor. My main reason for being on the planet as close as I can tell. Then do the cover letter, resume polishing fun that I kinda hoped would wait until---oh, mid-May. Great, now I'm just a "candidate" for graduation-that's not impressive...I need a job! I want to keep my precious, precious cable television!
While still missing Baxter and not even pretending to feel otherwise I have dealt with my loneliness by letting a small and ridiculous looking creature into my house.While there is no denying he's cute-he isn't a girl (which was the plan) or fluffy (also the plan) but he is crazy and really well behaved. Except for how he turned off my David Sedaris live at Carnegie Hall CD--but I think that was an accident. And the sitting on my lap when I'm driving-that can't be going on. NO one with any sense at all would think that I am trying to "replace" Baxter. He has no name-I was calling him the mostly offensive without actually being specifically dirty (but quite fitting) Noblet-but I want to be able to say his name in mixed company so that will serve as a nickname but not as a name. Too bad, cuz it fits better than other options. I might just name him Dog-since picking a name is very hard.
He does need clothes tho-too bad he's a boy-since I found an awesome St. Paddy's day themed dress that would look FANTASTIC-so despite the awful nickname-I won't be dressing small silly dog in dresses.