been writing. I’m not (even really) writing now–just distracting myself from some scanning that I’ve been putting off.

Things haven’t taken a turn one way or the other where it involves Omitted, and I’m angry at Omitted. Angry about the silent treatment, angry when I think about Omitted’s omitted encouraging Omitted to take the silent route, whatever. It’s our Omitted on Saturday. I’ll probably send an email. I probably will not receive a response. We’ll probably spend the rest of our lives resenting one another.

The new job has been great. Three omitted submissions over the past three weeks. We heard back about one of them, didn’t omitted, but somehow in that universe, there’s enough that’s being worked on to simply move (the fuck) on quickly. I’m glad I work there and I’m glad I’m contributing. I’m not competing with anyone–maybe there’s something to that.

The old job, dealings with it, have taken a turn for the worse. My old boss wants me to come in for a days or so to tie up loose ends. I want to send him an email that says

You’re missing the point of my having quit for personal reasons. I gave you notice as to when I would leave the office, and worked an additional two days for you. I would like my past three paychecks mailed to me before I come in to the office to complete any additional work.

And the stuff I will not include in the email:

Quit being such a miserable little ninny, Omitted. You’re in Omitted! Omitted! The largest omitted in the omitted! There are thousands of employable people who can be hired for the shit job I worked for you! They won’t do it nearly as well as I did, but ther’re out there! You don’t even have to turn all the rocks in Omitted Park to find them!

I should keep this all off-blog, but he’s never going to read it, and really no one’s ever go to read this. I just hate that he was begging in his last email. Asshat ape shit moron.

A former co-worker at that job is going to the Labor Department for withheld wages–he quit a few days after I did (and I quit two weeks after one of the interns I really got along with quit; when that happened, it really woke me the fuck up: I don’t have to stay at a firm an intern can’t even stand). I guess my boss owes him $10K, I guess he really needs this because he has kids. He’s been calling me for advice, but I know he’s not really listening.

I started a new project called The Omitted. I work on it when I’m on the omitted when it’s a dead zone. I probably won’t do anything with it, but it’s been a source of great relief.