bagels

Today was my third day at my thrilling, illustrious new job as a bagel-maker. All sarcasm aside, I really enjoy it. Everyone I've worked with has been incredibly friendly, and no one has gotten outraged with my lack of mad food service skillz. Today my boss said I was a "good fit," and turning out to be a "really good cook." HUZZAH! I suck at taking orders though, because I still have hardly any clue WTF we actually have, since there's like 3498343987 different kinds of bagels, spreads, etc. But I'm getting better! Woo!

I need to find a new parking spot soon. The house through which I was renting a spot evidently has no snow-removal plans, making it scary and near impossible to park where I was previously parking. Also, the recent downtown towing has made me incredibly paranoid to park overnight on King street anymore. SO, anyone know of someone who'd be willing to let me park my neon in their driveway for some extra moneymoneymoney?

I need to think of two very nice things to do for two people who have been very nice to me lately. I mean, these people are nice to me ANYWAY, because, you know, they like me I guess, but that means I want to be nice to them toooooo. nicenicenicenicenice.

Tonight! Hanging out with Dan at the collective. Mmmmmm, (he)art chunks.

YO DAWG

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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.)

new year

SO! The holidays are now over, and as such the really cold, depressing, shitty part of winter where there's nothing to look forward to shall commence. Hurrah!

Today I went in to Mountain Bagels to apply for a position as a sandwich maker. While there, Will from Beanstalk came in, and, upon learning I was applying, vouched for me to the owner. Perhaps I will get a call in a day or two. And an interview. And a job? Huzzah!

Yesterday was awful awful awful. Didn't get up until noon, which definitely threw the day off. The weather sucked. Dan and I went out for lunch (pizza, being one of the only places open -- ODB, wtf?), got cold medicine, gave up any vague notions of going to the studio, and instead returned to the safe womb of his house, where we made sweet potatoes and I went a little manic-crazy because of ridiculous stress-related thoughts. I'm a little embarrassed about that, but he dealt with it pretty admirably.

For the rest of the day! I am half-assed cleaning my apartment some more. It's been a mess for the past 2 or 3 weeks, but I have not been here for any significant amounts of time (indeed, the four hours I've been here this morning probably amount for the most substantial time spent here since before Christmas) so I haven't really gotten anything done. I am a big lazy bum who hates cleaning and is unable to throw away even the most mundane of objects. Gross!

coffeesoon? coffeesoon.

exmas

Christmas was the usual affair of swear words and swapping insults. Also! No one is allowed to have problems or feel any emotion other than OH GOD I AM SO GOOD TO SEE YOU because it ruins mom's ridiculous, made-for-tv-movie of a perfect Christmas. However, we all survived.

I am very anxious to get back to Boone and back to my life. aaaahhhaaaaahhhh. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Happy Holidays

Yesterday I quit my job... again. Walked out with absolutely no warning this time, with the realization that nothing I do for that man will be right, so why bother? Uh... yeah... so I decided self-respect is worth more than $12 an hour. So, once again I am unemployed. Though I have been sending out applications! Optimism!

hmm

So I'm about 85% sure my employer just asked me to commit insurance fraud. Hmmm.

Dear HMR: Please call me ASAP and give me a job so I can quit this madness!

IN OTHER NEWS...

Leaving on Christmas Eve (hopefully). Will (hopefully) finish my brother's quilt. Present swapping with Dan tonight (thankfully I just got him his present yesterday, which means I haven't had time to get wiggly and spill the beans about what it is. Other than that it came from downtown, fits in my backpack, and is something he will like. Though that last one probably was assumed.). Part of my back tooth fell out and I accidently sat on my glasses and broke an arm off. But I'm using industrial glue to put them back together.

All in all, besides this job fiasco, I'm feelin' pretty good, pretty good.