on your mother's southern border...
yeh, it's an inside joke -- somewhat -- ask me later, if you want
yesterday was my last day @ the most fucked up job i've ever had. if it weren't for my co-workers i could've ended up a tragic headline in the ajc. in the two months that i worked for the *new company* i saw enough to force me to make some changes in my finances -- i think you would, too.
for my last day, my boss made me an eritrean dish (that's where she's from) -- so good. i had been determined to make an ass outta myself on my last day, fate had another notion b/c i only saw people i liked all the damn day. man, i was sooooo ready to let loose some pent-up frustration -- my co-workers could tell it from the moment they walked in the door. it did make for a nice day, though...& my cake was a hit. it's amazing how the right combination of people can change your outlook on a shitty job. it felt odd leaving before everyone else, though -- i had to make it to my interview by 5 & was unable to walk out w/everyone.
this upcoming week's going to be very intriguing. wednesday i begin student teaching, but before that i start my new job on monday. the interview i had, yesterday was for a job i applied to about three weeks ago, that i was so sure i'd get. after three weeks i'd given up hope on making a little cash while student teaching, then i got a call on thursday wanting to set up an interview. there really wasn't much of an interview, though...the interviewer asked me to *sell [myself] to [him]* (which i get a kick out of saying b/c it makes me feel like a "scarlet" man) -- he said i did a good job, "probably the best [he's] heard." i was caught off guard b/c i just wanted a job w/the least amount of responsibility; however, they wanted me for the next position up -- he did such a fabulous job pumping my ego that i said yes (how easy am i? -- DON'T answer that).
random -- as i was leaving my interview (complete w/a shit-ton of paperwork) i noticed i had a missed call & a new v-mail -- i about crapped my pants when i heard who the message was from -- my favorite redhead. my head was still swimming from the interview & pre-occupied w/thoughts of getting to rock bottom on time to meet nag & demon that i didn't call her back.
last night w/the co-workers was much needed & well-enjoyed -- w/the exception of batman begins which they should subtitle the neverending story, part iv. according to one point of our conversation, my odometer's about to turnover in about a month or two & i'll be a born-again virgin. who knew?
there's something to be said for regularity.
in the past couple of weeks m & i seem to have made more time to catch-up & just enjoy each other's company. i love our history...& the future that we'll build from it. it's something i've attempted to duplicate, but to no avail. i wonder if it can be done? maybe it's one of those things that fall into your lap & you're not quite sure what to do with it b/c at first glance it looks so different. in the insanity that has been the last few months, i needed some regular m-time & i'm quite thankful for it.
amidst the lunacy of late i've been doing a lot of reflection -- blowing the dust off my past, so to speak. in the absence of photo albums, scrapbooks, & yearbooks i must rely on what my memory's retained, thoughts & images that seem to swirl, molding themselves into a collage before distinguishing themselves from each other. i think all this hindsight came about during a personal narrative i had to write for a class this last term. i had to brave the depths of my parents' basement, sifting through countless rubbermaid containers looking for *evidence* of my development as a reader & writer. among the unending collection of notes i took in high school (& even some in middle school) i found where i had scribble the name of thatgirl -- the one whom i figuratively clung to in hopes that i could will myself straight. thatgirl came up the other day when i was speaking to my mom & she said, "remember, it was when you were dating thatgirl." i found myself looking into what she was saying & how she was saying -- i was trying to determine whether there was a note of hope in her voice when she said "dating" & "thatgirl" in the same sentence; surprisingly, i found nothing but just a simple statement in reference to an event in time.
i'm tapped out -- besides, i need to finish rereading order of the phoenix so i can finally read half-blood prince.
yesterday was my last day @ the most fucked up job i've ever had. if it weren't for my co-workers i could've ended up a tragic headline in the ajc. in the two months that i worked for the *new company* i saw enough to force me to make some changes in my finances -- i think you would, too.
for my last day, my boss made me an eritrean dish (that's where she's from) -- so good. i had been determined to make an ass outta myself on my last day, fate had another notion b/c i only saw people i liked all the damn day. man, i was sooooo ready to let loose some pent-up frustration -- my co-workers could tell it from the moment they walked in the door. it did make for a nice day, though...& my cake was a hit. it's amazing how the right combination of people can change your outlook on a shitty job. it felt odd leaving before everyone else, though -- i had to make it to my interview by 5 & was unable to walk out w/everyone.
this upcoming week's going to be very intriguing. wednesday i begin student teaching, but before that i start my new job on monday. the interview i had, yesterday was for a job i applied to about three weeks ago, that i was so sure i'd get. after three weeks i'd given up hope on making a little cash while student teaching, then i got a call on thursday wanting to set up an interview. there really wasn't much of an interview, though...the interviewer asked me to *sell [myself] to [him]* (which i get a kick out of saying b/c it makes me feel like a "scarlet" man) -- he said i did a good job, "probably the best [he's] heard." i was caught off guard b/c i just wanted a job w/the least amount of responsibility; however, they wanted me for the next position up -- he did such a fabulous job pumping my ego that i said yes (how easy am i? -- DON'T answer that).
random -- as i was leaving my interview (complete w/a shit-ton of paperwork) i noticed i had a missed call & a new v-mail -- i about crapped my pants when i heard who the message was from -- my favorite redhead. my head was still swimming from the interview & pre-occupied w/thoughts of getting to rock bottom on time to meet nag & demon that i didn't call her back.
last night w/the co-workers was much needed & well-enjoyed -- w/the exception of batman begins which they should subtitle the neverending story, part iv. according to one point of our conversation, my odometer's about to turnover in about a month or two & i'll be a born-again virgin. who knew?
there's something to be said for regularity.
in the past couple of weeks m & i seem to have made more time to catch-up & just enjoy each other's company. i love our history...& the future that we'll build from it. it's something i've attempted to duplicate, but to no avail. i wonder if it can be done? maybe it's one of those things that fall into your lap & you're not quite sure what to do with it b/c at first glance it looks so different. in the insanity that has been the last few months, i needed some regular m-time & i'm quite thankful for it.
amidst the lunacy of late i've been doing a lot of reflection -- blowing the dust off my past, so to speak. in the absence of photo albums, scrapbooks, & yearbooks i must rely on what my memory's retained, thoughts & images that seem to swirl, molding themselves into a collage before distinguishing themselves from each other. i think all this hindsight came about during a personal narrative i had to write for a class this last term. i had to brave the depths of my parents' basement, sifting through countless rubbermaid containers looking for *evidence* of my development as a reader & writer. among the unending collection of notes i took in high school (& even some in middle school) i found where i had scribble the name of thatgirl -- the one whom i figuratively clung to in hopes that i could will myself straight. thatgirl came up the other day when i was speaking to my mom & she said, "remember, it was when you were dating thatgirl." i found myself looking into what she was saying & how she was saying -- i was trying to determine whether there was a note of hope in her voice when she said "dating" & "thatgirl" in the same sentence; surprisingly, i found nothing but just a simple statement in reference to an event in time.
i'm tapped out -- besides, i need to finish rereading order of the phoenix so i can finally read half-blood prince.