herro
the past three or four times i actually thought to check my email, i had 666 messages in my inbox. maybe i've made enough jokes about being the antichrist that someone wants to recruit me.
so, i need to be in my office in downtown brooklyn at 9am, which is a little over 5 hours from now. and here i am, updating lj for the first time in ages. idiot. i'll hate myself for it in a few hours, but for now, stealing time feels good. i work 6 days a week and between waiting for transportation and traffic, i usually get home with enough time to chill, eat, maybe shower, and then settle down for bed and watch an episode of a show or something. living like that kills me, i need more time to be entirely useless and get lost in the ridiculousness of my own head, or my surroundings or whatever, i just need that time. but to get a significant and satisfying amount, i have to do things like this. it feels like stealing cookies from my own cookie jar, if that makes any sense to anyone, but it's necessary for the sake of my (supposed) sanity.
bail bonds is an interesting field. shady and dangerous, too. i wouldn't mind the job, or even the criminals that hit on me daily, if my boss weren't such a piece of shit. i can't even get into why right now, but suffice to say he apparently thinks he's royalty and we're all meant to be his adoring, obeying servants, or he'll chew you the fuck out hardcore, usually in front of co-workers and clients. imagine the stereotypical cartoon depiction of the angry boss sitting in the back, fists in the air, veins bulging, with the cigar hanging out of his mouth, and that's pretty much him. only toned down. he's a fucker and i can't wait to get another job so i can just leave him in a bind or tell him what a twat he happens to be. either would be satisfying and very much deserved. but hey, now i have office experience. hell, i write up undertakings and affidavits which are presented to judges. nice addition to the ol' resume. here's hoping i find something less miserable, with pay on par with the workload.
also, i had to leave my apartment, and that somehow resulted into moving into my boyfriend, Gary's, house. well, mother's house. she just split with her mister and didn't want to give up the house, but also couldn't afford it, so it's sort of a win-win. plus, she's cool and respects boundaries. my room was the garage, and now just looks awesome and like a super tiny apartment. it's even split into bedroom and living room. i'm still amazed that i fit all of my shit in here and it doesn't look cluttered. if only i had a closet...
someone tell me a story or something. i feel so disconnected from almost everyone i've met in my life. not so awesome.
so, i need to be in my office in downtown brooklyn at 9am, which is a little over 5 hours from now. and here i am, updating lj for the first time in ages. idiot. i'll hate myself for it in a few hours, but for now, stealing time feels good. i work 6 days a week and between waiting for transportation and traffic, i usually get home with enough time to chill, eat, maybe shower, and then settle down for bed and watch an episode of a show or something. living like that kills me, i need more time to be entirely useless and get lost in the ridiculousness of my own head, or my surroundings or whatever, i just need that time. but to get a significant and satisfying amount, i have to do things like this. it feels like stealing cookies from my own cookie jar, if that makes any sense to anyone, but it's necessary for the sake of my (supposed) sanity.
bail bonds is an interesting field. shady and dangerous, too. i wouldn't mind the job, or even the criminals that hit on me daily, if my boss weren't such a piece of shit. i can't even get into why right now, but suffice to say he apparently thinks he's royalty and we're all meant to be his adoring, obeying servants, or he'll chew you the fuck out hardcore, usually in front of co-workers and clients. imagine the stereotypical cartoon depiction of the angry boss sitting in the back, fists in the air, veins bulging, with the cigar hanging out of his mouth, and that's pretty much him. only toned down. he's a fucker and i can't wait to get another job so i can just leave him in a bind or tell him what a twat he happens to be. either would be satisfying and very much deserved. but hey, now i have office experience. hell, i write up undertakings and affidavits which are presented to judges. nice addition to the ol' resume. here's hoping i find something less miserable, with pay on par with the workload.
also, i had to leave my apartment, and that somehow resulted into moving into my boyfriend, Gary's, house. well, mother's house. she just split with her mister and didn't want to give up the house, but also couldn't afford it, so it's sort of a win-win. plus, she's cool and respects boundaries. my room was the garage, and now just looks awesome and like a super tiny apartment. it's even split into bedroom and living room. i'm still amazed that i fit all of my shit in here and it doesn't look cluttered. if only i had a closet...
someone tell me a story or something. i feel so disconnected from almost everyone i've met in my life. not so awesome.