Some is rich, some is poor
So, I got fired from Awful Arthur's for "excessive tardiness" (I was late twice in the thirty day grace period) and because of two comment cards. One given to a manager saying that I was "unwilling to give speedy service" and one that was called into the corporate office. I'm not pissed off about getting fired, I'm pissed about losing the opportunity to work behind a bar. If I want to get a job as a bartender now, I'll have to start over from scratch. Since AA's was my best option at getting behind a bar in the quickest fashion. After I got canned from AA's I started filling out my paperwork to go back to college since the Work World doesn't seem to want me as I am. I went back to Denny's this last weekend and made a little bit of scratch. I missed some of the people I worked with. Sunday, I awoke to a phone call from one of my fellow Denny's green-shirts and went to pick her up since her car's radiator hose busted on her while she was in Roanoke. I took her to another fellow green-shirt's house in Elliston, which I haven't had to be in since I dated Laura. Ashleigh fell asleep on me while we watched Love Lies Bleeding which isn't a bad movie, until you watch it from 11:30 am to 3 pm on repeat. I didn't mind having someone holding onto me in comfort and exhaustion. The past few weeks haven't been super for this old Ox and the next few aren't really looking on the up and up either. I still have to deal with App State admissions in order to get back into school, which is a definite possibility. I just have to sign a two-year forgiveness plan and maybe readmit myself. But, if I do go back this fall, I'll have to find a place to live and get a job, plus go 18 hours so I can get out as soon as possible. And I don't really know how I'll pay for this. My FAFSA has gone through, but I don't know what's going to happen as far as the cash I'll need to actually pay for expenses. Like living and driving in Boone. It'll be weird going back to school. I really am going to have to buckle down and get it pounded out as fast as possible. I can't keep on the track I'm on. I realize that. But the worst thing is, I don't know what I'm going to do when I get out this next time. Not that I had a plan the last time, but this time I'll be in some debt and in need of a job to make a living. I'm not too happy with the nonsense I'm going to be putting myself through.
On a lighter note, I'm transferring my other novel to this computer, and it's taking a while to get through it. I haven't added anything to it since Charlotte and I have over 100 pages of manuscript to add onto and type onto my laptop. And it's not by any means done or polished, so I'm trying to do that as I go as well. It's a task worth doing though. I just wish it would go a little faster and I wish I wasn't so intent on doing it at night, since that cuts into my insomnia. Oh well, I'm just waiting for my economy-bumping check from the government to get here so I don't feel as bad about spending the money I don't need to be spending.
I swear to fuck I'm going to call some people in the near future, but I just don't know when.
On a lighter note, I'm transferring my other novel to this computer, and it's taking a while to get through it. I haven't added anything to it since Charlotte and I have over 100 pages of manuscript to add onto and type onto my laptop. And it's not by any means done or polished, so I'm trying to do that as I go as well. It's a task worth doing though. I just wish it would go a little faster and I wish I wasn't so intent on doing it at night, since that cuts into my insomnia. Oh well, I'm just waiting for my economy-bumping check from the government to get here so I don't feel as bad about spending the money I don't need to be spending.
I swear to fuck I'm going to call some people in the near future, but I just don't know when.