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Wow. Too much time in the car in the past couple days. Went down to Hillsdale on Saturday, but decided to stop in Grand Rapids and look at apartments for me. I found one, which made it worth it. It's a one bedroom apartment in a 150-year-old mansion in the Heritage area. It's near Cherry and College, if anyone wants to look it up. $490/month including everything but cable and phone, and I already have a phone. The place is pretty quaint. I'll have to have a house-warming party or something. I have no idea how I'm going to a) get my stuff down there without dropping another $130 on a U-Haul (which my parents still haven't paid me for) and b) get my stuff up the 2 flights of extremely narrow and steep stairs to my apartment. It's going to be interesting. I've considering not bringing the box spring and just strapping the mattress on the top of the Subaru. It can't be THAT much more ridiculous than strapping the mattress and box spring to the top of the van. Maybe.
I'm so fucking glad I'm quitting my job. This regular customer told me I should write a letter to Blarney Castle (my employer) about why I quit (early than I was planning to anyway) - so that they might have another chance at making the place a better working environment. But seriously...I worked 8 hours today, no breaks...I managed to go to the bathroom once and to eat about half my lunch around THREE p.m. For 15 cents over minimum wage, it's not worth it - I mean, if you actually have a brain, no convictions, and ANYTHING more than a high school diploma. Wednesday. My last day. FUCK YES.
I can't concentrate. I can't do anything. I don't want to do anything. My allergies are so bad that I have felt like lying down and sleeping all day. Whatever it is seems to be a hell of a lot worse in Southern Michigan than up here, though, so maybe going to the cabin will be a little more of a reprieve from my sinus issues.
My family is insane. This is confirmed any time we have any kind of family gathering. My cousin, 24, who I haven't seen in 6 years, went out and bought a fifth of vodka for the girls Saturday night (being her, her 18-yr-old sister, and me). I can't drink vodka. The night ended in my 18-year-old cousin vomiting behind the camper. Lovely. My aunt is insane. It was the goddamn Elaine Show the entire time I was there. Things like, "Where's the punch? Why hasn't anybody made any PUNCH? WHERE IS THE PUNCH?" ... all while you're trying to have a conversation with someone AND still a half an hour from the scheduled start of the party.
Grandma and Grandpa had a blast, though, acting like newlyweds and stuff. I saw them kiss for the first time ever. Yes, I have NEVER seen my grandparents kiss each other. We decorated Dad's car with paint, streamers, and tin cans - then Dad drove the two of them through Hillsdale with a bunch of us following and honking our horns. It was kind of cheesy, but they love that kind of shit. Grandma thought it was a hoot, I'm sure. Oh, and dodging the flying tin cans was the highlight of the entire day.
I'm so fucking glad I'm quitting my job. This regular customer told me I should write a letter to Blarney Castle (my employer) about why I quit (early than I was planning to anyway) - so that they might have another chance at making the place a better working environment. But seriously...I worked 8 hours today, no breaks...I managed to go to the bathroom once and to eat about half my lunch around THREE p.m. For 15 cents over minimum wage, it's not worth it - I mean, if you actually have a brain, no convictions, and ANYTHING more than a high school diploma. Wednesday. My last day. FUCK YES.
I can't concentrate. I can't do anything. I don't want to do anything. My allergies are so bad that I have felt like lying down and sleeping all day. Whatever it is seems to be a hell of a lot worse in Southern Michigan than up here, though, so maybe going to the cabin will be a little more of a reprieve from my sinus issues.
My family is insane. This is confirmed any time we have any kind of family gathering. My cousin, 24, who I haven't seen in 6 years, went out and bought a fifth of vodka for the girls Saturday night (being her, her 18-yr-old sister, and me). I can't drink vodka. The night ended in my 18-year-old cousin vomiting behind the camper. Lovely. My aunt is insane. It was the goddamn Elaine Show the entire time I was there. Things like, "Where's the punch? Why hasn't anybody made any PUNCH? WHERE IS THE PUNCH?" ... all while you're trying to have a conversation with someone AND still a half an hour from the scheduled start of the party.
Grandma and Grandpa had a blast, though, acting like newlyweds and stuff. I saw them kiss for the first time ever. Yes, I have NEVER seen my grandparents kiss each other. We decorated Dad's car with paint, streamers, and tin cans - then Dad drove the two of them through Hillsdale with a bunch of us following and honking our horns. It was kind of cheesy, but they love that kind of shit. Grandma thought it was a hoot, I'm sure. Oh, and dodging the flying tin cans was the highlight of the entire day.