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...I think when I tell myself that I'm not drunk, that means I should give it at least two more hours before I'm 100% sober, because wow, that last entry was embarrassingly sentimental and weird. I'm sorry for inflicting that upon you.
So a lot has happened - Christmas (I got money and a sock monkey and some marzipan and a sweet Gundam model from Ben that I put together on Christmas Eve), and I turned 23 on January 19th. My big gift from my mom was an amazing microplush queen-size heated blanket because my apartment is still so cold. Also, my apartment has ANOTHER leak that will never get fixed, so we're up to three now. I'm consoled by the fact that the leaks only occur when the furnace is on, so at least when spring gets here, we won't have to worry about them anymore. That's yet another reason for me to want spring to get here. I could move to the equator and never have to deal with winter again, and I wouldn't miss it. I'm serious.
About a week ago, I was laid off and found out that Buddy's infection in his mouth had spread to his heart on the same day. I was told by my boss about an hour before I had to leave work that they needed to remove people from the schedule and make a decision about who to keep and that I just wasn't a "good fit" but that they would give me a good recommendation. So I guess that means I'm laid off, not fired? I asked my boss, and he didn't seem to know. I could tell he felt really uncomfortable about the whole thing, so I told him I didn't take it personally. I guess I was let go because I tend to have a more understated sales approach, meaning I'll only approach a customer once or twice (but I try to keep a look out to see if they need help). People are generally annoyed by really persistent salespeople in my experience. I know my friends have been, when they've gone there, and asked me later if the employees thought they were going to shoplift.
I recently found out that the unemployment rate in Erie is 30%. :/ I have a college degree and can barely find work at minimum wage. Even if I don't get accepted to grad school, I am definitely moving before the end of this year.
So, after I was let go, I came home to the news that Buddy's mouth infection spread to his heart. I'm still waiting on lab results about whether it's cancerous or not. For now, he's on five different medications, one of which is supposed to help out his heart. When I pulled them all out and lined them up in the kitchen, my sister and mom just gave me these looks, like wow. If his heart doesn't get better or the lab results come back cancerous, I'm going to throw in the towel. He looks so tired most of the time. Not just tired like in sleepy, but the real tired. And I'm tired, too, of seeing him in pain. It's completely possible that he'll make it through this fine, like last time, but he's had a lot of close calls lately. I feel like having a very sick person or animal in your life is always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I'm at the house of these boys I'm babysitting so I can make ends meet. Next week, I'm helping my aunt take down some wallpaper for money, too. I'll be able to make it through this month financially okay, I think, but I've got to come up with something else. I've been looking for a first-shift job, and I'm thinking about doing some sewing for extra money.
One good thing to come out last month: I spent a lot of my free time playing Persona 4 and reading the Sherlock Holmes stories, and they're AWESOME. ♥ More on that some other time, because this entry's long enough and I told my sister I'd do her federal taxes for her if she brought me some burritos.
Edit: Oh god, I basically just sold my soul for some burritos. I do not want to do this now but have already agreed. Also, oh I forgot to mention this, a HUMONGOUS filling fell out of one of my molars about a month ago so all the spicy burrito fillings like the onions got stuck in it and were burrrrrrning. All sorts of food gets stuck in there throughout the day. It's like having a pantry in my mouth, except that sounds cool and this is actually gross.
So a lot has happened - Christmas (I got money and a sock monkey and some marzipan and a sweet Gundam model from Ben that I put together on Christmas Eve), and I turned 23 on January 19th. My big gift from my mom was an amazing microplush queen-size heated blanket because my apartment is still so cold. Also, my apartment has ANOTHER leak that will never get fixed, so we're up to three now. I'm consoled by the fact that the leaks only occur when the furnace is on, so at least when spring gets here, we won't have to worry about them anymore. That's yet another reason for me to want spring to get here. I could move to the equator and never have to deal with winter again, and I wouldn't miss it. I'm serious.
About a week ago, I was laid off and found out that Buddy's infection in his mouth had spread to his heart on the same day. I was told by my boss about an hour before I had to leave work that they needed to remove people from the schedule and make a decision about who to keep and that I just wasn't a "good fit" but that they would give me a good recommendation. So I guess that means I'm laid off, not fired? I asked my boss, and he didn't seem to know. I could tell he felt really uncomfortable about the whole thing, so I told him I didn't take it personally. I guess I was let go because I tend to have a more understated sales approach, meaning I'll only approach a customer once or twice (but I try to keep a look out to see if they need help). People are generally annoyed by really persistent salespeople in my experience. I know my friends have been, when they've gone there, and asked me later if the employees thought they were going to shoplift.
I recently found out that the unemployment rate in Erie is 30%. :/ I have a college degree and can barely find work at minimum wage. Even if I don't get accepted to grad school, I am definitely moving before the end of this year.
So, after I was let go, I came home to the news that Buddy's mouth infection spread to his heart. I'm still waiting on lab results about whether it's cancerous or not. For now, he's on five different medications, one of which is supposed to help out his heart. When I pulled them all out and lined them up in the kitchen, my sister and mom just gave me these looks, like wow. If his heart doesn't get better or the lab results come back cancerous, I'm going to throw in the towel. He looks so tired most of the time. Not just tired like in sleepy, but the real tired. And I'm tired, too, of seeing him in pain. It's completely possible that he'll make it through this fine, like last time, but he's had a lot of close calls lately. I feel like having a very sick person or animal in your life is always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I'm at the house of these boys I'm babysitting so I can make ends meet. Next week, I'm helping my aunt take down some wallpaper for money, too. I'll be able to make it through this month financially okay, I think, but I've got to come up with something else. I've been looking for a first-shift job, and I'm thinking about doing some sewing for extra money.
One good thing to come out last month: I spent a lot of my free time playing Persona 4 and reading the Sherlock Holmes stories, and they're AWESOME. ♥ More on that some other time, because this entry's long enough and I told my sister I'd do her federal taxes for her if she brought me some burritos.
Edit: Oh god, I basically just sold my soul for some burritos. I do not want to do this now but have already agreed. Also, oh I forgot to mention this, a HUMONGOUS filling fell out of one of my molars about a month ago so all the spicy burrito fillings like the onions got stuck in it and were burrrrrrning. All sorts of food gets stuck in there throughout the day. It's like having a pantry in my mouth, except that sounds cool and this is actually gross.