It must be beaten, the iron: pound it, knead it.
I'm halfway through Anna Karenina, and all I listen to lately is Regina Spektor. You might as well paint me pink, because I'm well on my way to being an honorary Russkie. If only I could find a Russian gentleman to whisper sweet foreign nothings in my ear, I'd be entirely converted.
I'm at work. For the third Saturday in a row. Next weekend, however, I am not working, and having three whole days off in a row is going to feel amazing. This one-day-off-a-week thing is the fast track to insanity. Especially considering that I babysit on weekends, which isn't hard by any means, but is still something I leave the house for in order to make money. I'm tired of money. Tired of needing it, anyway. I'm going to have about 16 hours of overtime on this coming check, which is a 12-day pay-period to boot, so it'll be huge-- just huge enough to cover rent and tuition and leave me a little left over for expenses. Ugh. It's impossible to get ahead. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, with this raise I just received with my promotion and the fact that I'm putting off moving (Tyler, one of my roommates, is leaving the house, and there was a question whether we were going to find someone else or disband - it's been decided that we're bringing someone else in, so I'm staying put for now), that even with the threat of another quarter's tuition hanging over my head, I should be able to put some money away, and stop this boom/bust cycle of spending habits and the stress associated with such. With my new early schedule (7:30am-4:30pm, instead of 10am-7pm), I can't go out as much, and when school starts I will not be able to go out almost at all, so by default I'll be spending less money on tomfoolery. When I consider just how much money I imbibe it's sickening. Worse is the figure for taxi-cab expenses, which is based mostly on my inability to catch busses on time in the morning. It hasn't quite reached what a car would cost, but still, what's the point of not having a car if I'm going to spend almost as much taking cabs? It negates the environmental impact, and is fodder for much fun being made at work. And I hate being made fun of. Not that anyone really relishes being made fun of, but I feel that I am especially sensitive to it. I'm not really sure why. I could probably figure it out, but... meh.
I've hung out with Eric a few times. And we've emailed some. It's fun, but it's weird, too. When we're together I'm glad to be there, we have a great time, but leading up to the meetings I tend to be kind of bitter. And when we hang out, we do really date-y things, and it's confusing. Not that I doubt his sincerity in saying he doesn't want to date me, but it confuses me more subconsciously in how to act towards him, how to think about him. And when we end evenings together with a chaste hug, I can't get the images of how we used to end our evenings out of my mind. That will pass, right?
There's this sales guy filling in from the Dodge store (our new sales staff doesn't start until September 1st - it's a long story), and he can't quite seem to pull himself away from my desk... except for customers, of course. Very interesting. He also gave me some of his tangerine frappichino this morning, and offered to get me bubble tea, and is now talking about going to a movie. Sales guys are ridiculous. I'm pretty sure "conquer the receptionist" is their favorite past-time. That and cheating people. Like, I used to think it was flattering when they would talk to me, but at this point it's so old hat. Oh well. At least this one is cute.
Well, I should get some more work done. Only three more hours to go! Huzzah.
I'm at work. For the third Saturday in a row. Next weekend, however, I am not working, and having three whole days off in a row is going to feel amazing. This one-day-off-a-week thing is the fast track to insanity. Especially considering that I babysit on weekends, which isn't hard by any means, but is still something I leave the house for in order to make money. I'm tired of money. Tired of needing it, anyway. I'm going to have about 16 hours of overtime on this coming check, which is a 12-day pay-period to boot, so it'll be huge-- just huge enough to cover rent and tuition and leave me a little left over for expenses. Ugh. It's impossible to get ahead. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, with this raise I just received with my promotion and the fact that I'm putting off moving (Tyler, one of my roommates, is leaving the house, and there was a question whether we were going to find someone else or disband - it's been decided that we're bringing someone else in, so I'm staying put for now), that even with the threat of another quarter's tuition hanging over my head, I should be able to put some money away, and stop this boom/bust cycle of spending habits and the stress associated with such. With my new early schedule (7:30am-4:30pm, instead of 10am-7pm), I can't go out as much, and when school starts I will not be able to go out almost at all, so by default I'll be spending less money on tomfoolery. When I consider just how much money I imbibe it's sickening. Worse is the figure for taxi-cab expenses, which is based mostly on my inability to catch busses on time in the morning. It hasn't quite reached what a car would cost, but still, what's the point of not having a car if I'm going to spend almost as much taking cabs? It negates the environmental impact, and is fodder for much fun being made at work. And I hate being made fun of. Not that anyone really relishes being made fun of, but I feel that I am especially sensitive to it. I'm not really sure why. I could probably figure it out, but... meh.
I've hung out with Eric a few times. And we've emailed some. It's fun, but it's weird, too. When we're together I'm glad to be there, we have a great time, but leading up to the meetings I tend to be kind of bitter. And when we hang out, we do really date-y things, and it's confusing. Not that I doubt his sincerity in saying he doesn't want to date me, but it confuses me more subconsciously in how to act towards him, how to think about him. And when we end evenings together with a chaste hug, I can't get the images of how we used to end our evenings out of my mind. That will pass, right?
There's this sales guy filling in from the Dodge store (our new sales staff doesn't start until September 1st - it's a long story), and he can't quite seem to pull himself away from my desk... except for customers, of course. Very interesting. He also gave me some of his tangerine frappichino this morning, and offered to get me bubble tea, and is now talking about going to a movie. Sales guys are ridiculous. I'm pretty sure "conquer the receptionist" is their favorite past-time. That and cheating people. Like, I used to think it was flattering when they would talk to me, but at this point it's so old hat. Oh well. At least this one is cute.
Well, I should get some more work done. Only three more hours to go! Huzzah.