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I keep having to remind myself I'm only in this house with Brad for another couple of months and then I can leave this nightmare.

On Thanksgiving, I decided to go with him to hi stepdad's house to be nice. We were sitting in the living room talking with his brother-in-law and he was talking about the situation going on at work. When Mike asked him why his boss was being that way, Brad told him it was because they've been fucking up on the job, leaving early, etc. Mkay, that's not what he told me. The thing with Brad is, he's a terrible liar. He always gets caught because he can't remember what lies he's told.

So basically, he fucked up. He's the reason he doesn't have any work.

He says his boss is supposed to call him Monday and he's supposed to go back to work but I don't think that's going to happen. I think his boss is trying to make him quit by not giving him anything to do.

I'm really tired of carrying people.

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I am under such a momentous amount of stress right now. I got this really nasty note from my supervisor. I mean it got my cheeks flushed, my ears to ringing, me screaming and stuttering. I was ready to fight and I almost walked out the door and said a big fuck you to Hello Inc. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

Second, Brad has obviously done something at work that caused his boss to take his company van and phone away and he has been out of work for a week and a half claiming that they have no work for him. So here I planned to go Christmas shopping this week and I can't because I have to pick up his slack from the bills he couldn't pay on.

I can't say I believe his excuse that they simply have "no work" for him. He's lied before about quitting his job or being fired. So he's got a week and then I'm walking the fuck out.

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Brad got a new puppy a couple months ago and decided he would be an outside dog once the winter was over. Then that switched to an outside dog during the day because Brad is too lazy to train the dog and got tired of cleaning up after him. Now it's 37 degrees outside and he's decided he's going to be an outside dog for good.

He's a puppy. A short-haired, Pit Bull puppy. This pisses me off. If you're not going to take care of the dog, give him away.

He's home for the week (there's apparently no work for him) and it's driving me insane because he's taking my alone time away from me.

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Holidays drive me crazy. I don't like going out anyway and have to go to store after store and literally fight people for merchandise is very stressful. *sigh* I'm hoping to get it all done next week.

My boss has had reports here of some people *ahem* sleeping on the job and as a result me and my co-workers are under close scrutiny. Of course, I do my job and I'd like to think I do it well and obviously I'm not the one sleeping on the job. If one person fucks up on our shift, we all get blamed which really blows and is why I'm looking for another job pronto. I can only be responsible for myself and the work I do and if this is how she motivates her employees, I want no part of it.

Besides, the nepotism in this office is ridiculous. If you're not related to/friends with/sleeping with someone high up, you don't get promoted no way, no how. I'm at this point in my life where I want to find something I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life and a call center ain't it.

I've finished some more of my as yet titled Lord of the Rings fan fiction:

"The creature Gollum has escaped, Legolas. How is not known though it is suspect that the Orc raid was no mere chance.

I must employ you to Rivendell immediately to tell the Council of this news."

"When shall I leave?"

"This night. We cannot afford to lose one minute."

******
Legolas walked the length of the Great Hall of Mirkwood many times that night before going to Artanis. His mind was deeply troubled for he knew this news would disappoint her greatly. It disappointed him greatly as well.

He was torn. While much was still kept secret about this creature's purpose and what brought him to Mirkwood and why he was kept prisoner, Legolas knew instinctively that the creature Gollum was doing Sauron's bidding and aiding the evil that seemed to be overtaking the land quickly.

Gollum's escape brought him, as well as many others, much distress. He could not linger in Mirkwood much longer. Already his companions were sending word to him that they were prepared to depart this minute.

When he finally entered her quarters he found her sitting amongst the tree limbs, looking up at the moon. She was deep in thought, that much he could tell. Much must have been on her mind, for she was usually there to greet him before he'd even scaled the ladder to the flet. Now not even the soft tread of his feet stirred her from her musings. He wondered if she already knew of his news.

And before he could address her, she said to him without taking her gaze away from the sky, "Something is not right with Mirkwood, that I know, my love, but what is it that makes your mind and heart so heavy?"

"You know me too well, Artanis," he replied softly.

Artanis effortlessly climbed down from the branch and approached Legolas, taking his hands into hers.

"Yes, I do," she said looking into his eyes, "but I could feel this anguish a thousand leagues away. It is not like you to be so...melancholy."

He smiled at her before gently caressing her cheek. He could hardly contain himself from sweeping her body into his arms and holding her as close to him as possible. He realized if he did, he would never let go or have the courage to preform the task his Father had entrusted with him. He needed that courage now more than ever. The thought of leaving his beloved distressed him more than anything. Was it so wrong of him to want to stay in Mirkwood and be with Artanis and finally take his place among the Kings here? For that is what he most desired.

Legolas knew should he go to Rivendell and to the Council, he would not return for some time. He felt that much was to be revealed at this Council and he knew he would be part of it. But to shy away from it riddled him with guilt.

"What is it, Legolas?"

There was a long silence before he found the words.

"I must go away, my love." Legolas looked upon the face that had enraptured him so completely, so long ago. He could still remember their first meeting in the Hall of Fire in Rivendell, where amongst the singing, dancing and instruments being played, he saw no other. He was besotted immediately.

The love he felt for the trees, the animals and all the splendor that nature had to offer, was nothing compared to the feeling that consumed him once their eyes met. It was so wholly and completely different and so frightening.

He could not understand it and felt as though a spell had been cast on him. Leaving the hall quickly to regain his composure, he came face to face with the Evenstar, somewhat surprised by Legolas' flustered state.

"Are you quite all right, my Lord?" she had asked, lightly touching the Elf prince's arm.

Legolas smiled at her and laughed, embarrassed. "Yes, my Lady, I am, thank you."

"Go away?" Artanis said, rousing Legolas from his reverie. "Where?"

"To Rivendell."

"Well, can I not go with you? I should very much like to see it again and visit with Arwen."

Legolas did not reply but shook his head resignedly.

"I see." Artanis said, realizing that the nature of his trip was not meant for pleasure and that it contributed to his forlorn state. "You will not be long then?" she asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

"I do not know, though my heart tells me yes," Legolas said quietly. "Time permits me from explanation now, Artanis, for I must leave this night...this moment in fact. Go to my father. He will tell you everything and know this: I will return to you, my love. I love you more than words can ever express, I.."

Here Artanis delicately silenced him, bringing her fingertips to his lips. "There is no need for such declaration, Legolas."