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I just realised Saturday is St. Patrick's Day.

I also just realised that I've actually made a substantial profit this month.

So to reward myself and all those who've come by, I'm having open bar from 9 to 11.

In lamens terms- don't worry about bringing your money. I'm in a good mood and I'm happy to supply the drinks this time.

This time.
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I had to work, today of all days. And not even at the shop. Bloody arses at the Ministry made me come in today.

Well, happy birthday to me.

Andrew, love, want to cheer me up?
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[open journal] times are a-changing

I'm quitting at the Ministry. Monday I'll give my two weeks' notice to Human Resources or whatever inane name the Ministry gives to its Hire/Fire Department.

I don't want to hear it, I really don't. I have done the "serve everyone else before yourself" thing. It's called fighting a war. And the war is over. I served- well, if I say so myself. I did my part, more than it.

And before anyone asks how I can possibly think of leaving the Wizarding world in a lurch, let me make something very clear. If, in the future, there comes a time in which my services of negotiation or research are desperately needed, I will be there, books at the ready. But I want my own life- I've earned it.

I am getting married, I'm starting a family, and I don't want my life run by the same people who have run it since I was eleven.

I'm starting to hate going to work. Actually, I do hate going to work. I loathe Mondays now. I used to love absolutely everything about it. But that was before the Ministry thought it would be a good idea to send me to Russia or the Czech Republic ever other week.


So. I'm quitting. Monday I'll turn in my two weeks' notice. And then I'll sleep in and go watch a Quidditch game, of all things. Because I will have time to go watch a bloody Quidditch game for the first time in my life. And then I will sit down, make a cup of coffee, and finish my blasted book. The book I started the summer after the war.

Also. Crookshanks passed last night- I'd like to extend my thanks to those who helped comfort me.
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