Burnt out.
I haven't had a full day off in over 8 days. I am as the French say, "Le tired." With all the work I've put in, I feel such a disconnect to what's been going on. Need to catch up with some people over the next few days. I'm switching my hours at Starbucks so hopefully things will get a little easier. Speaking of espresso whoredom, it's funny cause there's all this dissension between the supervisors and baristas. Some people just take their job as a manager at Starbucks way too seriously. I mean honestly, we fucking sell coffee. And burnt ass coffee at that. Get a grip people.
Wells is going okay. The pay is good so I can't really complain. It's just so goddamn slow at my branch. The days seem to last forever. I don't think I could ever be in banking for a long period of time. The monotony and lack of any sort of creativity would just get to me. Money is only interesting when it's for me.
To backtrack a bit, I had a blast in DC. Great to see Lisa Lees and the Cult Jam again, and Reyna-na-na's apartment kicked ass. Left just before the snow started to fall and enjoyed an orgasmic Cinnabon with Lilly at the airport. Ms. Jan makes quite the travel companion, even if recently she has taken after Joan Collins, complete with faux British accent and expensive chinchilla fur. I half expected her to start rambling Dynasty bitchfest dialogue in her sleep.
Tonight was Monica's last night in San Ho. She's leaving for Boston tomorrow. Boston, which has been covered with a blanket of snow, much like Paris Hilton's nostrils get blanketed with blow. Well on that lovely cocaine-induced note, I'm heading to bed.
Wells is going okay. The pay is good so I can't really complain. It's just so goddamn slow at my branch. The days seem to last forever. I don't think I could ever be in banking for a long period of time. The monotony and lack of any sort of creativity would just get to me. Money is only interesting when it's for me.
To backtrack a bit, I had a blast in DC. Great to see Lisa Lees and the Cult Jam again, and Reyna-na-na's apartment kicked ass. Left just before the snow started to fall and enjoyed an orgasmic Cinnabon with Lilly at the airport. Ms. Jan makes quite the travel companion, even if recently she has taken after Joan Collins, complete with faux British accent and expensive chinchilla fur. I half expected her to start rambling Dynasty bitchfest dialogue in her sleep.
Tonight was Monica's last night in San Ho. She's leaving for Boston tomorrow. Boston, which has been covered with a blanket of snow, much like Paris Hilton's nostrils get blanketed with blow. Well on that lovely cocaine-induced note, I'm heading to bed.