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Even though it's already almost a week in coming, I'm going delay my Coachella post till tomorrow (which those in my inner circle know to translate to "whenver the hell I get around to it"). Instead II'm gonna post some important things of varying degrees of goodness and/or badness
I'll start off with a good
Dack and I should be getting an apartment next month. We have a walkthrough/interview tomorrow for a nice little place (at least I hope it's a nice little place). It's two bedrooms, but we can't have a roomate, so that means we'll have to pay for it all ourselves, but it's only 850 a month, which in ojai is what a lot of nice one bedrooms would be, and the extra room will still be handy, even before the baby's old enough to need it (Can you say "Daddy's smoking room"? :D)
Here's the catch, though. We can easily afford the rent with what I make now, but (and it's a big 'ol but) I won't be making that for long, because the Pub is closing earlier than expected, which means that I (along with everyone else) am getting laid off June 1st.
Yup, right exactly in the least oppurtune moment. And yes, I'm aware I mispelled that, but I don't feel like fixing it. You probably didn't even notice.
Everything should work out in the end. I'm really nervous about finding a new job, though. This will be my first time trying to get hired in a selective market. I mean, I got hired at FnC as a cook, but this is different. I'm putting my self out there, presenting my skills to be weighed and measured against others that are probably better than me. I'm gonna try though. Oh, how I will try. If I can't cook, I'll go for something else, but I really don't want to go for minimum now that I've had that taste of a decent income Obesides, I need more) but I'll do it if I have to. One thing, though, is that I swore I'll never bus again. I may have to break it, but I'm gonna do my damndest not too.
Okay, nough of that. One last sad thing, then I'm going to bed.
Okay, I'm actually going to go smoke, but that doesn't matter.
My Great-Granpa died last night. I wasn't close to him (he barely knew who I was anymore), he'd been in a decline for the last couple years (he had a stroke last year) and gd know he's had his run (93 is a damn good age to last till, if you ask me) we was still my grandpa, and my oldest living relative. I want to go to the funeral, to pay my respects and because I need to see my great grandma Mona. It's been the general consensus that she wouldn't last long after Granpa Frank was gone, so I need to visit her now to make sure she meets Dack and at least sees what will soon be her great-great-grandchild.
See, if grandma dies without at least meeting dack, all the familial props I'm going to gain by giving her a triple g will turn to scorn.
Ok, I've run on as usual. I should probably clean up all this shit I've written, but I never do, so I won't now. Just take it all in and choke, bitches. Lates.
I'll start off with a good
Dack and I should be getting an apartment next month. We have a walkthrough/interview tomorrow for a nice little place (at least I hope it's a nice little place). It's two bedrooms, but we can't have a roomate, so that means we'll have to pay for it all ourselves, but it's only 850 a month, which in ojai is what a lot of nice one bedrooms would be, and the extra room will still be handy, even before the baby's old enough to need it (Can you say "Daddy's smoking room"? :D)
Here's the catch, though. We can easily afford the rent with what I make now, but (and it's a big 'ol but) I won't be making that for long, because the Pub is closing earlier than expected, which means that I (along with everyone else) am getting laid off June 1st.
Yup, right exactly in the least oppurtune moment. And yes, I'm aware I mispelled that, but I don't feel like fixing it. You probably didn't even notice.
Everything should work out in the end. I'm really nervous about finding a new job, though. This will be my first time trying to get hired in a selective market. I mean, I got hired at FnC as a cook, but this is different. I'm putting my self out there, presenting my skills to be weighed and measured against others that are probably better than me. I'm gonna try though. Oh, how I will try. If I can't cook, I'll go for something else, but I really don't want to go for minimum now that I've had that taste of a decent income Obesides, I need more) but I'll do it if I have to. One thing, though, is that I swore I'll never bus again. I may have to break it, but I'm gonna do my damndest not too.
Okay, nough of that. One last sad thing, then I'm going to bed.
Okay, I'm actually going to go smoke, but that doesn't matter.
My Great-Granpa died last night. I wasn't close to him (he barely knew who I was anymore), he'd been in a decline for the last couple years (he had a stroke last year) and gd know he's had his run (93 is a damn good age to last till, if you ask me) we was still my grandpa, and my oldest living relative. I want to go to the funeral, to pay my respects and because I need to see my great grandma Mona. It's been the general consensus that she wouldn't last long after Granpa Frank was gone, so I need to visit her now to make sure she meets Dack and at least sees what will soon be her great-great-grandchild.
See, if grandma dies without at least meeting dack, all the familial props I'm going to gain by giving her a triple g will turn to scorn.
Ok, I've run on as usual. I should probably clean up all this shit I've written, but I never do, so I won't now. Just take it all in and choke, bitches. Lates.