Your Mother Winds Clocks in Hell
Today is Halloween. You wouldn't know it if you were hanging around the Free Lance office, but it is. I am not dressing up. Wait. Actually I am. I'm dressing up as a reporter for the Pinnacle *rim shot.*
I like Halloween because there's lots of stupid scary movies on TV. That's just fucking great. I also like watching the little kids dress up. According to the National Retail Federation, the most popular child's costume is Princess (generic) and the most popular adult costume is Witch. Note that these are both female costumes. I guess women just have fewer options to dress up as.
So, it looks like I'm moving in with my parents. It hurts my pride to say that. But here's how I look at it. A free education is a free goddamn education. Provided they're telling the truth. But I should at least be able to get a semester out of them, which would knock out most of the work I have to do. Also, going to school for free and is much different from paying for school, for books, for gas, working damn near full time and paying them rent - which is what used to happen.
And I figure, if it doesn't work out, this is an easier situation to undo. It would be much easier for me to say "fuck you bye" and leave than to go to socal and come crawling back.
The way it worked out I didn't even tell them about Nina's little manuever. They were just begging me to come home so I just, er, acquiesced.
So I'll be moving back in a few weeks, and quitting this job probably late December or early January, so I'll have been working full time as a reporter for almost one year exactly.
I told Dan and Brett I was going back to school, and they were nice. "Sorry to lose" me, but glad I'm going back to school. They said I could even work part time or as a stringer while I study. That's a generous offer, and I might take them up on it. Or I might not. Part of me wants to just get some stupid retail job and enjoy having as little responsibility as possible after a period of ultra responsibility (Hmmm, should I go see a film or be able to buy groceries for the week...?)
Josh said it would be good for me to get out of the newspaper business for a while. He says I have a habit of forgetting my age and acting like a 45 year old and worrying about gay shit like my pension. And he's right, in a way. In another, I am constantly reminded of my age here, too; "Dude Danielle come with us to this party in the Castro... oh wait never mind..." I will be glad to get away from that.
Anyways, that's the way it is. Hope no one's lost mountains of respect for me.
I like Halloween because there's lots of stupid scary movies on TV. That's just fucking great. I also like watching the little kids dress up. According to the National Retail Federation, the most popular child's costume is Princess (generic) and the most popular adult costume is Witch. Note that these are both female costumes. I guess women just have fewer options to dress up as.
So, it looks like I'm moving in with my parents. It hurts my pride to say that. But here's how I look at it. A free education is a free goddamn education. Provided they're telling the truth. But I should at least be able to get a semester out of them, which would knock out most of the work I have to do. Also, going to school for free and is much different from paying for school, for books, for gas, working damn near full time and paying them rent - which is what used to happen.
And I figure, if it doesn't work out, this is an easier situation to undo. It would be much easier for me to say "fuck you bye" and leave than to go to socal and come crawling back.
The way it worked out I didn't even tell them about Nina's little manuever. They were just begging me to come home so I just, er, acquiesced.
So I'll be moving back in a few weeks, and quitting this job probably late December or early January, so I'll have been working full time as a reporter for almost one year exactly.
I told Dan and Brett I was going back to school, and they were nice. "Sorry to lose" me, but glad I'm going back to school. They said I could even work part time or as a stringer while I study. That's a generous offer, and I might take them up on it. Or I might not. Part of me wants to just get some stupid retail job and enjoy having as little responsibility as possible after a period of ultra responsibility (Hmmm, should I go see a film or be able to buy groceries for the week...?)
Josh said it would be good for me to get out of the newspaper business for a while. He says I have a habit of forgetting my age and acting like a 45 year old and worrying about gay shit like my pension. And he's right, in a way. In another, I am constantly reminded of my age here, too; "Dude Danielle come with us to this party in the Castro... oh wait never mind..." I will be glad to get away from that.
Anyways, that's the way it is. Hope no one's lost mountains of respect for me.