good morning

True to form, the maintenance men have decided that 7:30 am is the perfect time to use fucking pickaxes to dig up the ground outside my apartment. Right outside -- as in it sounds like they keep hitting my screen door with their shovels. Thanks guys! This stays right in line with the barging-into-my-apartment-at-all-hours-looking-for-mysterious-leaks. Blah.

In less angsty news, I got a job! OH CHRIST YES! I will be working for one of the ladystores down in Banner Elk. I'll be doing salesperson stuff (which, I have to admit -- I kind of miss working clothing) in addition to taking photos of merchandise and updating their facebook, twitter, online newsletter, and website content (it doesn't appear their website has been updated since late 2008). Yeah. So, like, stuff that I can actually put on my resume! New Media experience here I fucking come! The ladies who work there all seem pretty nice -- well, the store manager seems a little 'stern', but since I usually don't fuck around I think we'll get along smoothly. Even though they're all, you know, 30-40 years older than me, ha ha. Old ladies just think I'm adorable!

It's only part time right now, until the girl who I'm replacing goes to Alaska (mid-March), but it's 25 hr/week part-time, at a rate I can live off of if I don't go crazy next month. HOORAY! I DON'T HAVE TO GET FOOD STAMPS! I also might be able to still work at the bagel place until I go full time, considering that, even with my open schedule right now, they only work me two days a week (harrumph).

So yeah. I'm feeling a shit ton more upbeat. Today is a day off which I fully intend on enjoying because I don't have to go on any more fruitless fucking job searches. This most likely means: working on paintings, schmoozing around Espresso, watching more of the Yves Saint Laurent documentary on netflix, making jewelry, and baking. yessssssss.