Momma Mia Figaro
This is really just for the one or two people who are wondering where the hell i've been.
For the past couple months my hours at the Rec Center have been bumped up to 30 per week- And still, I can not afford my bills. Part of these 30 hours included three days where I would wake up at 5 and work at 6am. Last week I said, "Fuck that," and cancelled those hours for a afternoon saturday shift. Anyone who has a serious delusional problem and believes they *need* to see me can find me there.
Besides working a lot, this past month has been incredibly busy with school work. There were a couple of exams recently and every class has long papers with stringent formatting guidelines due this week and next week. One paper, if I may spout as an intellectual bourgeois for a moment, dealt with Alpha -Lipoic Acid benefits in diabetic populations. The other one dealt with golf cart ejections (as in jackass). So lots of hours went into that shit too.
Only a couple more of these papers to go and exam week is left, but grades are looking up.
Short form: Finances: bad, School: good.
Reuben better contribute to the rent or he will have his face stomped in during his sleep. As for not owing me anything, I would think contributing $430+ per month to house his lazy (often non-contributing) ass counts as something to appreciate.
He and I did a good job cleaning the apartment the other day, and it's fun hanging around and man-crushing on Peter Gabriel. But eventually, supporting people for so long and getting close to nothing- small random contributions to rent when convenient- in return really gets tiring: Especially when you become financially drained yourself. And if work isn't providing enough, ask the parents! Christ, whiny soapbox journal entry or not, the shit pisses me off.
I tried to sell my old childhood baseball cards today to a grimy old fat man on 56th street- to help pay for rent(!!!) I'm getting rid of lifelong posessions to try and make a few extra bucks and contribute the usual amount while others glide by for free. Fucking gay. So for a 65 Mickey Mantle, 61 Roger Maris, and other quality old cards I was offered $50! Robbery. The bulbous, poofy white haired old kyke than made stupid small talk with me for a half hour. "Oy."
Now it is time to eat, go home, and hopefully if people aren't sleeping in the living room, I can actually travel around the apartment *I* pay for with lights on and interact with objects in said living room and kitchen w/o fear of being rude and noisy! What a fucking bullshit scenario.
Passive generosity is NEVER REWARDED and if extended for too long will only be taken advantage of and abused. Be nice to others, but look after your own ass too.
Peace
For the past couple months my hours at the Rec Center have been bumped up to 30 per week- And still, I can not afford my bills. Part of these 30 hours included three days where I would wake up at 5 and work at 6am. Last week I said, "Fuck that," and cancelled those hours for a afternoon saturday shift. Anyone who has a serious delusional problem and believes they *need* to see me can find me there.
Besides working a lot, this past month has been incredibly busy with school work. There were a couple of exams recently and every class has long papers with stringent formatting guidelines due this week and next week. One paper, if I may spout as an intellectual bourgeois for a moment, dealt with Alpha -Lipoic Acid benefits in diabetic populations. The other one dealt with golf cart ejections (as in jackass). So lots of hours went into that shit too.
Only a couple more of these papers to go and exam week is left, but grades are looking up.
Short form: Finances: bad, School: good.
Reuben better contribute to the rent or he will have his face stomped in during his sleep. As for not owing me anything, I would think contributing $430+ per month to house his lazy (often non-contributing) ass counts as something to appreciate.
He and I did a good job cleaning the apartment the other day, and it's fun hanging around and man-crushing on Peter Gabriel. But eventually, supporting people for so long and getting close to nothing- small random contributions to rent when convenient- in return really gets tiring: Especially when you become financially drained yourself. And if work isn't providing enough, ask the parents! Christ, whiny soapbox journal entry or not, the shit pisses me off.
I tried to sell my old childhood baseball cards today to a grimy old fat man on 56th street- to help pay for rent(!!!) I'm getting rid of lifelong posessions to try and make a few extra bucks and contribute the usual amount while others glide by for free. Fucking gay. So for a 65 Mickey Mantle, 61 Roger Maris, and other quality old cards I was offered $50! Robbery. The bulbous, poofy white haired old kyke than made stupid small talk with me for a half hour. "Oy."
Now it is time to eat, go home, and hopefully if people aren't sleeping in the living room, I can actually travel around the apartment *I* pay for with lights on and interact with objects in said living room and kitchen w/o fear of being rude and noisy! What a fucking bullshit scenario.
Passive generosity is NEVER REWARDED and if extended for too long will only be taken advantage of and abused. Be nice to others, but look after your own ass too.
Peace