Look at them happy ass gays
City life is a lot different than college life. It seems so much easier to fall beneath the millions of cracks in the city, being easily overlooked. You have to make a very concerted effort to make friends (let alone find a job). It seems ironic to me that with so many more options at your disposal, you end up a little more lonely than you were before. I've realized also that you treasure the few friendships that you do have more than before. At college I was placated with hundreds of familiar faces and lots of social interactions daily, so much so that I never sank my teeth into very many relationships. In the city you take what you can get.
I got a temp job starting on Monday that will last nearly a month. I don't know much about it, but I've been hired to do some sort of data entry. I'll hear back from a job I applied for tomorrow. I'm trying as hard as I can to not get my hopes up. I really don't think I can take another big disappointment like the last one. It's like falling to hard for someone and they rip your hart out. It was terrible. I don't want to tell anyone about it or any other job I interview for until I'm sure I have it. At least I know for sure I have a job for a month in which I can try a fail as many times as needed until I finally get one. I've heard stories of people not having jobs for months and months. My dad was unemployed for over a year or so before (several times actually), but that's a whole different story.
The exterminator is coming to my house tomorrow morning. There's a squirrel under the bathtub that has been making noise now for several weeks. There's a small hole where we've spotted his tail or little nose. We decided to name him Eric. Now that he will actually be exterminated, we sort of don't want them to. He's almost become part of the apartment, like our own resident squirrel that we can only hear now and then. We hope that they don't resort to poison.
I got a temp job starting on Monday that will last nearly a month. I don't know much about it, but I've been hired to do some sort of data entry. I'll hear back from a job I applied for tomorrow. I'm trying as hard as I can to not get my hopes up. I really don't think I can take another big disappointment like the last one. It's like falling to hard for someone and they rip your hart out. It was terrible. I don't want to tell anyone about it or any other job I interview for until I'm sure I have it. At least I know for sure I have a job for a month in which I can try a fail as many times as needed until I finally get one. I've heard stories of people not having jobs for months and months. My dad was unemployed for over a year or so before (several times actually), but that's a whole different story.
The exterminator is coming to my house tomorrow morning. There's a squirrel under the bathtub that has been making noise now for several weeks. There's a small hole where we've spotted his tail or little nose. We decided to name him Eric. Now that he will actually be exterminated, we sort of don't want them to. He's almost become part of the apartment, like our own resident squirrel that we can only hear now and then. We hope that they don't resort to poison.