Damn it!

So, sorry for the address change, but my boss just let me know that he found my blog and checks it regularly. He says he thinks it's funny. Now, as you've seen, there's nothing on here that's incriminating, so it's no big deal... but it's just friggin' uncomfortable!! Now I can't say anything I want because I know he's reading. I know it's not exactly private, given that it's on the internet for all the world to see, but before I knew it was just a few of my friends and randome strangers. Now... I can't bitch about my job without the fear that my boss won't like it. Thus, the address change.
Anyway, now it's time to update.
The obnoxious/least-liked manager at work has resigned. Now the entire staff is singing "Ding-Dong, the Witch is Dead". I've since heard her be referred to as "Lips," and "The Black Dolores Claiborn" (I can't make this shit up). Yeah, you can see how much she'll be missed. And I can't say that I feel sorry for her, because I didn't enjoy working with her either, but I still felt some obligation to remain neutral. Now... not so much.
In other news, I went home this weekend to see the family. My sister's birthday was Friday and mine was yesterday (Sunday), so we kinda celebrated. Friday night we went to this expensive Italian place at the new mall (a poor imitation of Columbus' Easton mall). The food was good, but my meal wasn't the best. Oh well. Saturday we just kinda hung out, didn't do much. On Sunday my dad made pancakes (my favorite!!), then we went for ice cream and he took me shopping for a birthday present. I got a cool Sony Discman, on sale! Afterwards we went to my sister's for lasagne (by my request) and cake and ice cream. Well, I only got the lasagne. :( They wanted to wait until my sister's step-kids got there before we sang happy birthday and did the cake and ice cream, so everyone left to go run an errand. Well, 8 o'clock rolled around: no kids, half my family still wasn't back, and I still had to drive over two hours to get back to campus. So finally around 8:30 I had to just take off. Mom packed up some lasagne and I hit the road. I'm not much of a cake person, so I guess it's not THAT depressing that I didn't get any of my own birthday cake... well, half of it was mine, the other half was for my sister... whatever, you get the point.
Anyway, you know the saying, you can't always have your cake and eat it too.