I hate my job
A lot. A lot a lot. I'm so tired of spending my days doing nothing but re-organizing Mother-of-the-Bride dresses and listening to Katie go on about the new guy she's obsessed with. (She's 29 and her last conquest was 19. Sad? Much.) I didn't have to listen to any of that today, thank God, because she wasn't speaking to me. Why? Because I got the day off yesterday for Mark's birthday and that pissed her off. Good Lord, the drama in that place is like Jr high on steroids. I need to get out of there. And it's so damn disorganized in there that I feel like my brain might explode. Good thing there are some jobs open at lovely Wells Fargo with it's lovely air conditioning and lovely benefits. I need to update my resume so I can get my application done.
Oh, and guess what? Riverland just sent me a notice - today - about how I need to pay them $300 by tomorrow or they'll un-register me for my classes. How nice is that for a warning? A day before the money is due they let me know. Great. Bastards. I have no idea where I'm going to get $300 before tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll figure that out soon enough, or I can kiss my wonderful online classes goodbye.
So now, I'm listening to angry, growly metal music, wishing I could figure out what I want to eat for lunch (I had to work over the normal lunch hour) and hoping that my books came in today. Did I tell you? I ordered the new Georgia Nicholson and "Eclipse." All I have to say is that they'd better come in today, because I have nothing else to look forward to, and today has been horrible so far. Yay.
Now I'd better go try and write before my cousin kills me. Oh. I know I haven't said anything about that. I let my cousin read Two Captains, and she just devoured the whole thing. I didn't think she'd like it, but she loved it. She said it's like her cocaine. Which is cool. So I've been trying to finish up this chapter that I've been working on for, like, 3 months. Haha. Good luck to me.
Oh, and guess what? Riverland just sent me a notice - today - about how I need to pay them $300 by tomorrow or they'll un-register me for my classes. How nice is that for a warning? A day before the money is due they let me know. Great. Bastards. I have no idea where I'm going to get $300 before tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll figure that out soon enough, or I can kiss my wonderful online classes goodbye.
So now, I'm listening to angry, growly metal music, wishing I could figure out what I want to eat for lunch (I had to work over the normal lunch hour) and hoping that my books came in today. Did I tell you? I ordered the new Georgia Nicholson and "Eclipse." All I have to say is that they'd better come in today, because I have nothing else to look forward to, and today has been horrible so far. Yay.
Now I'd better go try and write before my cousin kills me. Oh. I know I haven't said anything about that. I let my cousin read Two Captains, and she just devoured the whole thing. I didn't think she'd like it, but she loved it. She said it's like her cocaine. Which is cool. So I've been trying to finish up this chapter that I've been working on for, like, 3 months. Haha. Good luck to me.