too many damn zeros
instead of quitting completely to search for a job, i've reworked my schedule so that i am working now at barry 9am-5pm, Tues, Wed, and Thurs. This way, im still making the same amount, but with more consecutive free time during business hours to job hunt.
last week, i was really feeling down. things were going from bad to worse, and then even worse after that. I was sick on wednesday, and then my car made it really clear that it needed to be fixed pronto. so thursday, i took off work again, and brought it to a shop in ft lauderdale. (where my granddad's got a hook up.) he said it couldnt be done til friday, so i drove it all the way home, and then all the way back friday morning. I borrowed my grandfathers car, drove it to work, and then back up to pick up my car friday evening, and from there i went to sergio's place.
after a shitty week, i was really looking forward to drunken sergio time. and we had a good time up until we left sidelines at 2am. i was a little drunk. he was not. aside from the fact that i am easily offended when i drink, he was calling me pathetic and compared me to his mother (who is currently having a really rough time.) he also called me "aids-phobic" because i commented on how raunchy one of the gay mags was. um... why shouldnt i be? you may not care about chlamydia infested dick... but i do. i didnt like being made to feel guilty about that. so i left the next day at 7am, and the weekend continued. it was chris's and ashley labrie's birthdays.
this brings me to saturday, when ashley decided to be an asshole too. trying to make me feel bad about not knowing things she never told me. i promptly told her to suck it. but anyway... saturday night we went to cheesecake factory, and then we hung out in my garage. she then called it a night because she was tired (even though we knew she was ditching us to go fuck.) sunday, blah blah.
monday, i had an interview at Carnival. (FUCKING YAY and finally.) i also had a second interview that same day, for the same job.) i should hear back from them by friday. the pay isnt super, but its TWICE what im making at barry, plus benefits.
back to people being assholes: im so incredibly tired of people assuming they can talk to me like shit. monday night, ashley came over and called me fat (yet again) justified only by the fact that "at least she's doing something about it." and i kid you not when i tell you i cussed her the hell out. i told her to "shut the fuck up," "dont fucking start with me," and "say something else, and im going to start pointing." (she called me fat by continuously poking my fatty areas with her fucking foot.) she must have thought i was kidding because she tried to laugh it off, but let her try that shit again.
so, i dare someone, anyone, to talk down to me. i fucking dare you. :D
oh, and last week, my mail became public domain, and my parents realized i had another $10,000 of debt on my credit cards. they took them away. and transferred the balances to their cards. so i put together a spreadsheet of how much i owe them, and to keep track of how much im paying them back. total combined figure: $38,000. thats 5 credit cards, and 2 arrests. fear not, i have no more credit cards to use. but still... it freaks me out, and thinking about it makes me nauseus.
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anyway, thats whats going on. coming up:
- rob's bon voyage (he's moving to tennessee!)
-Tati's concert
-news on the Carnival Job
last week, i was really feeling down. things were going from bad to worse, and then even worse after that. I was sick on wednesday, and then my car made it really clear that it needed to be fixed pronto. so thursday, i took off work again, and brought it to a shop in ft lauderdale. (where my granddad's got a hook up.) he said it couldnt be done til friday, so i drove it all the way home, and then all the way back friday morning. I borrowed my grandfathers car, drove it to work, and then back up to pick up my car friday evening, and from there i went to sergio's place.
after a shitty week, i was really looking forward to drunken sergio time. and we had a good time up until we left sidelines at 2am. i was a little drunk. he was not. aside from the fact that i am easily offended when i drink, he was calling me pathetic and compared me to his mother (who is currently having a really rough time.) he also called me "aids-phobic" because i commented on how raunchy one of the gay mags was. um... why shouldnt i be? you may not care about chlamydia infested dick... but i do. i didnt like being made to feel guilty about that. so i left the next day at 7am, and the weekend continued. it was chris's and ashley labrie's birthdays.
this brings me to saturday, when ashley decided to be an asshole too. trying to make me feel bad about not knowing things she never told me. i promptly told her to suck it. but anyway... saturday night we went to cheesecake factory, and then we hung out in my garage. she then called it a night because she was tired (even though we knew she was ditching us to go fuck.) sunday, blah blah.
monday, i had an interview at Carnival. (FUCKING YAY and finally.) i also had a second interview that same day, for the same job.) i should hear back from them by friday. the pay isnt super, but its TWICE what im making at barry, plus benefits.
back to people being assholes: im so incredibly tired of people assuming they can talk to me like shit. monday night, ashley came over and called me fat (yet again) justified only by the fact that "at least she's doing something about it." and i kid you not when i tell you i cussed her the hell out. i told her to "shut the fuck up," "dont fucking start with me," and "say something else, and im going to start pointing." (she called me fat by continuously poking my fatty areas with her fucking foot.) she must have thought i was kidding because she tried to laugh it off, but let her try that shit again.
so, i dare someone, anyone, to talk down to me. i fucking dare you. :D
oh, and last week, my mail became public domain, and my parents realized i had another $10,000 of debt on my credit cards. they took them away. and transferred the balances to their cards. so i put together a spreadsheet of how much i owe them, and to keep track of how much im paying them back. total combined figure: $38,000. thats 5 credit cards, and 2 arrests. fear not, i have no more credit cards to use. but still... it freaks me out, and thinking about it makes me nauseus.
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anyway, thats whats going on. coming up:
- rob's bon voyage (he's moving to tennessee!)
-Tati's concert
-news on the Carnival Job