Slow it down, 2010!!
My first remembered dream of the year: I singlehandedly began to attract men to the Roman Catholic Church, but they converted only because they considered me some sort of sexy prophet of Neo-Nazism. They began to consider my mother some sort of less sexy lesser avatar of me. We had to perform some sort of Nativity play and the audience projected all sorts of Neo-Nazi sentiments on everything. It was pretty repulsive but I couldn't run away/leave the church since I feared for my life, and my mom's too. Weird. Note that I have never been confirmed in the church.
We got Boo-Boo some catnip toys, which used to make her one angry, cracked-out kitty cat. Somehow her response changed and now catnip made her act like she's been smoking little kitty cat blunts (awww). I approve. She takes after me, I guess, because after playing with the toys a couple of times she became a heavyweight.
New Year's: fun, but again missing the cathartic aspect. A few friends came over, we cooked and got tipsy on hard ciders and wine, and then I went to bed at 2:00 while people continued socializing. I would have given the night an B+ if (a) I hadn't gone to bed so early, but I've been physically incapable of staying up later than that since Spain; and (b) if my friends D and C hadn't fucked in the bathroom when I really needed to piss. Really, guys? Really? Gross. B- despite fucking in my bathroom, but I was determined to enjoy things.
My checking account is the lowest it's ever been since I opened it. I have bill problems up the ass, which ought to disappear once I get 2 subleasers instead of a singular roommate in about a week and a half. Internet and electric were both late, and somehow our utility bill was sent to the wrong address for 2 months. When I came back from Christmas, I called out of curiosity and ended up paying over $200 so they would take off the ticket for disconnection. On top of it all, I received an extra fill-up in my oil tank over the break, so now we owe an extra $100 on top of the $484 that we had prior. THANKS. I've never, ever, ever had money problems this bad. Did I mention that my roommate doesn't have a pack of ramen to her name to pay me back at the moment? There's some negotiation to be done.
Hopefully money won't be an issue for a while, though, if I can get a properly salaried job. I'm interviewing again in a few hours (YIKES) for a job that apparently almost hired me back in May, when I was also interviewing for my current job. I only took my current because they called me back first, and I was unable to postpone a decision. I was disappointed by the lack of benefits, but the pay is almost the same, and I honestly enjoy a lot of aspects of the position: it's more pertinent to my planned career path, I get to connect further with certain colleagues I already knew and admired, it's a serious challenge and a necessary role in the organization. But I'm in no position to refuse a salaried position. I was lucky to attain the level of rapport from the workers and sundry managerial types within the time frame that I did--I'd hate to see all that work, and my relationships with the clients, go to waste. Last night, I almost cried when I read that one of the supervisors (not mine, mind you) had contacted the head of Human Services to request that I be formally hired. Dang. Most likely nothing's going to happen, though. The worst possible scenario is that I stay where I currently am and wait 4 to 7 months to bust out.
2010 is going entirely too fast! Next week, I will be present for: a bridal shower, a move, a class, and a doctor's appointment. To prepare, a haircut, if I can spare the funds for a trim.
We got Boo-Boo some catnip toys, which used to make her one angry, cracked-out kitty cat. Somehow her response changed and now catnip made her act like she's been smoking little kitty cat blunts (awww). I approve. She takes after me, I guess, because after playing with the toys a couple of times she became a heavyweight.
New Year's: fun, but again missing the cathartic aspect. A few friends came over, we cooked and got tipsy on hard ciders and wine, and then I went to bed at 2:00 while people continued socializing. I would have given the night an B+ if (a) I hadn't gone to bed so early, but I've been physically incapable of staying up later than that since Spain; and (b) if my friends D and C hadn't fucked in the bathroom when I really needed to piss. Really, guys? Really? Gross. B- despite fucking in my bathroom, but I was determined to enjoy things.
My checking account is the lowest it's ever been since I opened it. I have bill problems up the ass, which ought to disappear once I get 2 subleasers instead of a singular roommate in about a week and a half. Internet and electric were both late, and somehow our utility bill was sent to the wrong address for 2 months. When I came back from Christmas, I called out of curiosity and ended up paying over $200 so they would take off the ticket for disconnection. On top of it all, I received an extra fill-up in my oil tank over the break, so now we owe an extra $100 on top of the $484 that we had prior. THANKS. I've never, ever, ever had money problems this bad. Did I mention that my roommate doesn't have a pack of ramen to her name to pay me back at the moment? There's some negotiation to be done.
Hopefully money won't be an issue for a while, though, if I can get a properly salaried job. I'm interviewing again in a few hours (YIKES) for a job that apparently almost hired me back in May, when I was also interviewing for my current job. I only took my current because they called me back first, and I was unable to postpone a decision. I was disappointed by the lack of benefits, but the pay is almost the same, and I honestly enjoy a lot of aspects of the position: it's more pertinent to my planned career path, I get to connect further with certain colleagues I already knew and admired, it's a serious challenge and a necessary role in the organization. But I'm in no position to refuse a salaried position. I was lucky to attain the level of rapport from the workers and sundry managerial types within the time frame that I did--I'd hate to see all that work, and my relationships with the clients, go to waste. Last night, I almost cried when I read that one of the supervisors (not mine, mind you) had contacted the head of Human Services to request that I be formally hired. Dang. Most likely nothing's going to happen, though. The worst possible scenario is that I stay where I currently am and wait 4 to 7 months to bust out.
2010 is going entirely too fast! Next week, I will be present for: a bridal shower, a move, a class, and a doctor's appointment. To prepare, a haircut, if I can spare the funds for a trim.