the pursuit
You know what's more uncool than being a newbie? Is actually acknowledging that very same fact in your very first entry. :I
Yeah, so thanks a lot. This is just another mechanism for killing time. There's a flurry of rubbish on here.
I guess I'm supposed to write about myself.
Well, as of late, I'm in the process of finding a brand new job. AH! FRUSTRATING, because I'm beginning to realize how picky I am about the whole process. I need this ASAP, I am SO. BROKE. So here I am, taking my sweet time, eeny meeny miney moe-ing away at which job I want, while potential dinero is wisping away right before me. It doesn't really help that I'm the feel-bad-charitable type. I was eating lunch all by lonesome after job hunting one day, and this girl comes up to my table, and taps me on the shoulder. I swear as soon as we made eye contact, her verbally robotic speech begins:
"Hi I'm from UH _______ department, and we're beginning research in the phillipines, to help children and their families--"
That's all I needed to hear. She wanted my money. She spoke very fast,as if she's said that very speech to every other person in the vicinity. As she was reciting this, she was looking directly at my eyes. But not into them. In the back of her mind she was probably thinking about when she was going to do her laundry, if she should really get that haircut.. that sort of thing. She placed down a laminated flyer with pictures of children, and a further explanation of what she was so monotonously reciting. I skimmed the flyer and all that came to mind was, WHY. ME.
"... but we need your help. Would you like to make a simple donation?"
"... i'm sorry, i dont have much to offer.."
" that's ok anything would help us" she replied, sounding oddly automated.
That's when I opened my wallet, to find 4 ones, and a five. Which I remind you, was the only spending money I had 'til the new job. My fingers were fiddling between the one, and the five. So what do I do? I grab the five, and hand it to her. It was totally impulsive! I was in a mall. There was something in the air, REALLY! Right when I come to my senses, I tally one more to the Amanda-is-a-pushover point scale. Go me.
"Thank you" she says. It doesnt even deserve an exclamation point. She was really THAT robotic. Smarterchild sounds more excited after you call him a fucktard. Ok, if you could hear him.
Let me assure you, I'm not tooting my own horn. I'm no Oprah Winfrey. Being a feel-bad donator can be a downfall in itself. Walking by the girl scout cookie set up outside of the grocery store and saying "No thank you" can be easy when you're with a group of people. But I'm banking,(not literally) that If I were alone, my house would be guaranteed, 3 boxes.
You know, maybe 'feel-bad donater' is just a nice way of saying PUSHOVER, or MAT. I think I need to be trained to say no. Because the only thing I can say no to, is cigarettes. But they taught you that in high school!
Actually, if I think long and hard, There are a few things I'm willing to say no to.
Like, 'I'm a 42 year old man. Lets have sexy time.'
or 'I made this delicious raw egg milkshake. Want a taste?'
pushovers unite.
Yeah, so thanks a lot. This is just another mechanism for killing time. There's a flurry of rubbish on here.
I guess I'm supposed to write about myself.
Well, as of late, I'm in the process of finding a brand new job. AH! FRUSTRATING, because I'm beginning to realize how picky I am about the whole process. I need this ASAP, I am SO. BROKE. So here I am, taking my sweet time, eeny meeny miney moe-ing away at which job I want, while potential dinero is wisping away right before me. It doesn't really help that I'm the feel-bad-charitable type. I was eating lunch all by lonesome after job hunting one day, and this girl comes up to my table, and taps me on the shoulder. I swear as soon as we made eye contact, her verbally robotic speech begins:
"Hi I'm from UH _______ department, and we're beginning research in the phillipines, to help children and their families--"
That's all I needed to hear. She wanted my money. She spoke very fast,as if she's said that very speech to every other person in the vicinity. As she was reciting this, she was looking directly at my eyes. But not into them. In the back of her mind she was probably thinking about when she was going to do her laundry, if she should really get that haircut.. that sort of thing. She placed down a laminated flyer with pictures of children, and a further explanation of what she was so monotonously reciting. I skimmed the flyer and all that came to mind was, WHY. ME.
"... but we need your help. Would you like to make a simple donation?"
"... i'm sorry, i dont have much to offer.."
" that's ok anything would help us" she replied, sounding oddly automated.
That's when I opened my wallet, to find 4 ones, and a five. Which I remind you, was the only spending money I had 'til the new job. My fingers were fiddling between the one, and the five. So what do I do? I grab the five, and hand it to her. It was totally impulsive! I was in a mall. There was something in the air, REALLY! Right when I come to my senses, I tally one more to the Amanda-is-a-pushover point scale. Go me.
"Thank you" she says. It doesnt even deserve an exclamation point. She was really THAT robotic. Smarterchild sounds more excited after you call him a fucktard. Ok, if you could hear him.
Let me assure you, I'm not tooting my own horn. I'm no Oprah Winfrey. Being a feel-bad donator can be a downfall in itself. Walking by the girl scout cookie set up outside of the grocery store and saying "No thank you" can be easy when you're with a group of people. But I'm banking,(not literally) that If I were alone, my house would be guaranteed, 3 boxes.
You know, maybe 'feel-bad donater' is just a nice way of saying PUSHOVER, or MAT. I think I need to be trained to say no. Because the only thing I can say no to, is cigarettes. But they taught you that in high school!
Actually, if I think long and hard, There are a few things I'm willing to say no to.
Like, 'I'm a 42 year old man. Lets have sexy time.'
or 'I made this delicious raw egg milkshake. Want a taste?'
pushovers unite.