Emotion is Just Chemicals and Mathematics
LE CATCH-UP: Saw Andy drunk for the first time at his friends' graduation party last Saturday. It was HEE-LARIOUS. He becomes mischievous him times ten, oh goodness, and involved shots of Everclear that were supposed vodka. He was also too plastered to direct me to his apartment from North Las Vegas--every time I poked him awake to ask, he lifted a finger, sighed, then opened the window to vomit instead. So I had to drive back to my place and ask my mom if we could have the bedroom... muahahaha! What did I say? Hilarious.
Then yesterday I woke early at his place to mama shrill on my cell phone. "Dios Mio! You have a job interview where Alejandra's dad works!" she says. Well, I had to skedaddle home and ready for what was actually just an application pick-up, but then had to go on a wild-goose-chase for fake documentation, "Why, yes ma'am! I am completely legal to work in your fine establishment!" Ha. Didn't help that I had a 1:45 deadline because Cami had to pick me up for our lil photo-shoot. Oh, yes, also didn't help that I got the PERIOD FROM HELL and thought I was going to DIE or would at least have preferred it. But thankfully, God took pity and I nearly recovered by the time we got to a desert freeway with the photographer. We posed in the middle of the asphalt, running away every time a truck drove passed.
Today I had the actual job interview at the golf club on Vegas Boulevard, where I'll work as a hostess. The Lady said to return Monday morning for some training and that basically the job is mine if I want it. It would be part time, from 10am to 2pm or 11am to 4pm, 4 to 5 days a week, and so I can still do medical transcription on the side. (For a while there mama exaggerated and said it was full time and I would also do transcription, plus she wants me to help dad, and then there's music lessons, so obviously I panicked. Two full time jobs, two part time jobs, plus my writing, band, friends, escapadas, and boyfriend? Santa Madre... But no. And besides, I'm not eager to jump on the lifeboat headed to Jonathan, again. And the 5 new music students that called and set up lessons are flaking.)
So yes. The math. It's 10 an hour, 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. That's roughly 800 a month. Joey wants me to pay 300 a month on rent (tho I will ask, since, you know, I don't exactly have a bedroom or nothin...) And then, say, 200 on minimal car insurance and gas and miscellaneous needs. That leaves 300. I need to consider taxes and my escapadas. I'll at least come out even, yes? Although I would like to put money away, which is where the transcription comes in (and music lessons, if people aren't flakes.)
Oh, exhilaration. Chemical highs.
