What's real can't die
I'm so horrible... I played hooky today from work and almost instantly regretted it. I had a very interesting escapade last night that I'll be talking about more on my next post, but because of it and the lack of sleep associated with it (I suppose I only got about 3 hours total), I was DEAD today at work.
So I guess my acquiescence to Kathy and Priscilla's pleas for me to make up an excuse to ditch work and come join them for a day together was due in part that I knew come 2:00PM, my head would be resting on the keyboard, drool seeping its way into the circuits.
I made up some cock and bull story so I could be allowed to leave and pawned off the rest of my light workload for the day onto my assistant and made my way to join the ladies at The Olive Garden. We met. We chatted. I ate some soup, salad and breadsticks.
After lunch, we went back to Prissy's apartment where I napped for a few hours (sweet, sweet sleep!). Later, Kathy and I went to Blockbuster for some movies and did a bit of shopping around at Le Target, where I found this spiffy hat:
After that, we went out to eat yet again, this time to Red Lobster. I swear, not only am I out 60 bucks for missing most of my work day, but I've spent more today than I had hoped to for the rest of the week. Never again!
Anyway, while we were having dinner, I got really bummed out because of my living and financial situation.
I had applied to work at the mines in Sahuarita at the urging of my co-workers. The more and more they told me about it, the better the idea sounded. Not only would the labor involved in it be a definite boon to my physical health after being chained to a desk, but the money is very, very good. I could definitely start making eroding away my debts and get the fuck out of my grandma's house. But, I haven't heard anything from them yet. I only applied on Friday, but my co-workers made it seem that if I called and hounded them, I would be offered a position. I have yet to make a connection with anyone at their human resources and have not received any callbacks.
This has me a little despondent, as it seems like a golden opportunity is slipping beyond my reach and I'm powerless to do anything about it.
Oh, and quick sidenote: I FUCKING HATE MYSPACE! I've denied at least 10 of those stupid Kellys who have the "come view my donkey show page!" Grrr... what the fuck is so hard for motherfucking Tom to not be able to control this fucking obnoxious spam?!! I swear, if I didn't actually felt like I needed to keep my damned profile up, I would be so gone from there...
But dejected musing aside, when Kathy and I were at Blockbuster, we saw this video playing on the TVs. "You Get What You Give" by the New Radicals - this was so my song in my junior year of high school!
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So I guess my acquiescence to Kathy and Priscilla's pleas for me to make up an excuse to ditch work and come join them for a day together was due in part that I knew come 2:00PM, my head would be resting on the keyboard, drool seeping its way into the circuits.
I made up some cock and bull story so I could be allowed to leave and pawned off the rest of my light workload for the day onto my assistant and made my way to join the ladies at The Olive Garden. We met. We chatted. I ate some soup, salad and breadsticks.
After lunch, we went back to Prissy's apartment where I napped for a few hours (sweet, sweet sleep!). Later, Kathy and I went to Blockbuster for some movies and did a bit of shopping around at Le Target, where I found this spiffy hat:
After that, we went out to eat yet again, this time to Red Lobster. I swear, not only am I out 60 bucks for missing most of my work day, but I've spent more today than I had hoped to for the rest of the week. Never again!
Anyway, while we were having dinner, I got really bummed out because of my living and financial situation.
I had applied to work at the mines in Sahuarita at the urging of my co-workers. The more and more they told me about it, the better the idea sounded. Not only would the labor involved in it be a definite boon to my physical health after being chained to a desk, but the money is very, very good. I could definitely start making eroding away my debts and get the fuck out of my grandma's house. But, I haven't heard anything from them yet. I only applied on Friday, but my co-workers made it seem that if I called and hounded them, I would be offered a position. I have yet to make a connection with anyone at their human resources and have not received any callbacks.
This has me a little despondent, as it seems like a golden opportunity is slipping beyond my reach and I'm powerless to do anything about it.
Oh, and quick sidenote: I FUCKING HATE MYSPACE! I've denied at least 10 of those stupid Kellys who have the "come view my donkey show page!" Grrr... what the fuck is so hard for motherfucking Tom to not be able to control this fucking obnoxious spam?!! I swear, if I didn't actually felt like I needed to keep my damned profile up, I would be so gone from there...
But dejected musing aside, when Kathy and I were at Blockbuster, we saw this video playing on the TVs. "You Get What You Give" by the New Radicals - this was so my song in my junior year of high school!
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The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test
CategoryYour ScoreAverage LJer Community Attachment30.11%
There's something special about you. Every once in awhile, one of your topics gets everyone chatting.22.68% MemeSheepage45.61%
An expert on multiple-choice questions, an whiz at the cut-and-paste27.82% Original Content46.77%
Some stories must be told - and you're the one to tell them37.93% Psychodrama Quotient25.3%
Known to go off without warning16.72% Attention Whoring54.55%
You'd sell your mother for another three friends20.67%
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