Dude
I think it's gonna be a good one. It's probably gonna feel like 90 degrees out compared to the shit we usually deal with. It's funny how it becomes the comparative temperature, not the actual temperature that makes the difference. 50 is kinda cold by my standards, but yea...it's finally here. Or something.
I woke up feeling like death, thinking about how I had to erase a few people from my existence. Not in that super dramatic, "I deem you inappropriate" kind of way but in that I refuse to look at anything having to do with you kind of way.
Oh the people I have had to deal with, kick out, sift through...It's a natural right, a necessity almost. A few years ago I decided no more crazy people, no more super drama mamas (a harder requirement to suit, obviously), and no more sociopaths. I have known my share of crazy fucking whacked out girls, so it's something that would be very welcome, that absence of crazy ladies. Now I look around and everyone is sane enough...by general standards anyways. It can appear boring, but will leave you with many less headaches in the end.
B-hormio got me fucked up last night. No more of that, no no. I feel like shit.
Tomorrow is a super appointment with the temp agency. Oh yes. Amex was mentioned to me as a potential "match". Hysterical for a number of reasons, the least of which is: I cannot have a credit card. They try and give them to me but inevitably reject my frisky application once it's filled out. I know they have investment services anyways, so whatever. It means money, and probably not that laugh in your face kind of money but that $15-$18 an hour kind of money. It's ok money, but bartending is usually 30 to 100 an hour depending on where you are working. My resume is like a party tray: filled up with some good stuff, the spaces filled in with some fluff. Apparently my landlord's best friend makes $30 an hour with them, being that he has been employed through them for 10 years. Hopefully I can exercise some options by doing this, namely health insurance, and secondarily, working when I want to work.
Wow. It's before 9. I gotta go pass out for a minute. My yawns are getting difficult to overcome.
I woke up feeling like death, thinking about how I had to erase a few people from my existence. Not in that super dramatic, "I deem you inappropriate" kind of way but in that I refuse to look at anything having to do with you kind of way.
Oh the people I have had to deal with, kick out, sift through...It's a natural right, a necessity almost. A few years ago I decided no more crazy people, no more super drama mamas (a harder requirement to suit, obviously), and no more sociopaths. I have known my share of crazy fucking whacked out girls, so it's something that would be very welcome, that absence of crazy ladies. Now I look around and everyone is sane enough...by general standards anyways. It can appear boring, but will leave you with many less headaches in the end.
B-hormio got me fucked up last night. No more of that, no no. I feel like shit.
Tomorrow is a super appointment with the temp agency. Oh yes. Amex was mentioned to me as a potential "match". Hysterical for a number of reasons, the least of which is: I cannot have a credit card. They try and give them to me but inevitably reject my frisky application once it's filled out. I know they have investment services anyways, so whatever. It means money, and probably not that laugh in your face kind of money but that $15-$18 an hour kind of money. It's ok money, but bartending is usually 30 to 100 an hour depending on where you are working. My resume is like a party tray: filled up with some good stuff, the spaces filled in with some fluff. Apparently my landlord's best friend makes $30 an hour with them, being that he has been employed through them for 10 years. Hopefully I can exercise some options by doing this, namely health insurance, and secondarily, working when I want to work.
Wow. It's before 9. I gotta go pass out for a minute. My yawns are getting difficult to overcome.