300 Reasons For Emotional Chaos
A very fine weekend. Spring is definitely here. Two swell birthday parties, with joking, brown ale, pet talk, and Wii. Salad bowl and a roast. Reconnections with people I haven't seen in a while. Promises to get together for plain old no-agenda friend stuff again. And an offer for a weird one-day acting assignment with actual pay.
Then I called the temp agencies this morning, and because I can't give them solid dates for the one-day acting gig or my dad's surgery they're holding off on giving me any assignments. This chickenshit, cowardly attitude ruined my day. We had a record high of eighty-one (in Minneapolis! in March!), it was just unspeakably gorgeous out, I didn't have to go to work, and I was ignoring it all stomping around the house in a funk. I let myself get really upset. Yeah yeah, I was probably overreacting. It's not like the potential temp assignment is a real prize, the pay is crap, the company is not one about which I've heard good things, and it's only for a month. But I'm just so damn tired of trying to do stuff I really want to do, and all it accomplishes is seriously jeopardizing my income. I like living in a house and being able to eat, y'know?
I just kind of went "fuck it" and went out to see 300. I was in the mood for artistic ultra-violence, and it served. I also browsed a bookstore and bought a couple I didn't really need. Now I'm eating watermelon chunks and bitching. The end.
Then I called the temp agencies this morning, and because I can't give them solid dates for the one-day acting gig or my dad's surgery they're holding off on giving me any assignments. This chickenshit, cowardly attitude ruined my day. We had a record high of eighty-one (in Minneapolis! in March!), it was just unspeakably gorgeous out, I didn't have to go to work, and I was ignoring it all stomping around the house in a funk. I let myself get really upset. Yeah yeah, I was probably overreacting. It's not like the potential temp assignment is a real prize, the pay is crap, the company is not one about which I've heard good things, and it's only for a month. But I'm just so damn tired of trying to do stuff I really want to do, and all it accomplishes is seriously jeopardizing my income. I like living in a house and being able to eat, y'know?
I just kind of went "fuck it" and went out to see 300. I was in the mood for artistic ultra-violence, and it served. I also browsed a bookstore and bought a couple I didn't really need. Now I'm eating watermelon chunks and bitching. The end.