young ass

"Now, I don't want to hold the fact that you're only 22 against you, but..."

I'm getting REAL sick of Boone's whole Age-ism thing. I may be only 22, but I give work hard, give a shit, and come with glowing references. Doesn't that mean anything?

... well, apparently only to part-time, minimum wage jobs. I start training at Mtn Bagels tomorrow. I mean... it's something, right? Not something that will pay my bills... but something to make me feel a little less like an unemployable loser?

New classifieds Wednesday.

I keep telling myself just to sit back, breath, and work as hard as I can at this to make myself an opportunity.

Also! Don't let stress about this overlap into PERFECTLY FINE personal relationships.

OH, NEUROSES!

(However, I did have the pleasure of an epic-ly long telephone conversation with Mr. Finck, in which I rambled while he nic-fitted, and we both {hopefully} managed to distract ourselves from ourselves {a lil bit} to the overall benefit of our respected well-beings.)

(ALSO! Stress eating like a muthafucka.)

WHOA WHOA WHOA

Jesus Christ it's been an eventful few days.

SO, I ... uh... quit my new job yesterday. I have NEVER in my history of employment just plain walked out on a job before with no future prospects and no notice. Monday my boss FUCKING EXPLODED on me over the phone because he couldn't find the house of one of his potential clients. So, even though I printed out two sets of detailed directions (one from mapquest and one with visual markers specifically from the woman's mouth) and a map, I needed to "get my head out of my ass." He "didn't understand why [he] hired me if [he] was going to have to fucking do everything" blah blah blah blah blah. Cue more obscenities. This is just one of several episodes of verbal abuse from him. SO! I decided my self-respect is worth more than $12 an hour.

HOWEVER, I received a very professional and conciliatory email from him today, asking me to return and that he'll leave my job open until the end of business Friday in case I decide to reconsider. SO HERE IS THE SITUATION:

* I could come back Friday, have the weekend to chill out, and then return to work Mon-Wed until the office closes.

* The office re-opens on the 4th, BUT my boss will NOT be back in town until the 14th. The 15th is payday.

* SO, I could work the next 4 business days, then work 9 more without him and only 1 with him, and then get paid a solid chunk of change and decide THEN if I need to quit again.

* IN THE MEAN TIME, I can still be applying for jobs and seeing if I get a better offer (ie something with BENEFITS).

thoughts thoughts thoughts thoughts thoughts

double deuce

For my birthday I received:

* seven noise complaints
* but no tickets! thanks BoPo!
* a six pack of Blue Moon
* a 40 of King Cobra
* a fifth of Stoli (ohgodyesplease)
* hilarious flash cards (oh god, kristi, that one of that girl crying. I have to find a place of honor for her in my apartment)
* my favorite of Matt Keefer's drawings (FUCKING LASER BEAMS Y'ALL)
* an attempted make-out session (yeah... I put a stop to that pretty fast)
* another awesomely awesome heartfelt conversation with my best friend TIIIIIIM

I think it's funny that the people who I wanted most to give a shit didn't really seem to (with a few exceptions, it is to be noted), and the people who I didn't think would care put in a really big effort. So thanks to those people who went out of their way to make me feel all SPAY-SHUL.

in other news:

* today I applied for 4 jobs in NYC
* in a scant five days I will be on my way to NOLA

schmaplications

Today I applied for three more jobs:

#1 Part-time babysitter for spoiled college kids' living community clubhouse. Better than unemployment.

#2 Mystery full-time personal assistant job. Very little details were given in the ad. I'm hoping it's not some strange sex-trafficking trick, designed to lure me into a deserted Boone warehouse and harvest me for my young, supple, carnal treasure. However, it mentioned health and dental benefits, so it might be worth it.

#3 Live in child caretaker for Grandfather Home. It would be 5 days on, 5 days off, living with formerly-abused children. A little out of my comfort and experience zone, but it would be an experience, PLUS beneficial to the world as a whole. And I like kids. And it would be good for me to challenge myself in a new environment.

I also did a little bit of homework, took more medicine, and hide inside my house all day long. I continue to repeat this cycle until tomorrow morning, when I (a little reluctantly, I'll admit it) thrust myself back into the real world.