Job interviews.
So, I am sitting on my balcony somking a cigarette, in the middle of getting ready for an interview on my day of from my job, listening to my annoying neighbors really loud screamo music . I hate my and def need more money. I am stressed about the holidays and needing my retail therapy, but I can't have it because of my stupid job. I swear it's a catch 22.
People in Palm Bay always are advertising these great jobs that fit my qualifications perfectly, but never effing call back. I feel like I have applied for like a million jobs and once I do, I give it a few days and call them, and they aren't hiring anymore. Fucking gay. I wanna go back to Orlando to the job I loved and made plenty of money, but I love living here with my boyfriend and want him to stay in school, so I will stay here for now.
OMG this music is so annoying, I feel like I'm at my mom's listening to my little brother's music and he keeps listening to the same song over and over. I think he is trying to learn to play the guitar to it or something.
I also really wanna go to the fair, but I am saving my money to go to NewYork in two weeks. Ug. Going inside to hear something better.