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So the first portion of this semester is winding down. I pretty much done with school work until after the break. Tomorrow I have a ton of stuff to do. I need to get my car's oil changed, refill my BC, drop off Perry and Matilda at my house in S.P., finish packing, burn CDs... lots of stuff. Friday we're going to the Big East Career Fair. I really hope I find a good internship, because I'm going to be hurting for money very soon.
My job is withering away. Since my boss decided to move into a bigger office, I've noticed a strain on the "company". $9000 a month rent on an office space (or something in that neighborhood, judging on the offices near it) certainly wasn't a great idea when you're barely making ends meet as is. I should have known something was up when Jamillah quit.
What I used to do... was set up a schedule of hours (around 15 a week, give or take) and work for all of those hours. Sometimes, I wouldn't have anything new assigned to work on, so I'd just find busy work to do. Basic site maintenance, social networking, etc. Well, since Sunny can't afford to pay me for this time, he's only going to be paying me for work I do in response to his assignments. If I go by past experience, I'd say less than half of my time is spent on things Sunny is actually assigning. Which means I'll be making less than half of what I used to. Which, in conclusion, sucks big fat nuts.
This couldn't have come at a worse time. Rob and I planned on Paris the end of May. I'm not entirely sure I'll have to money for that now (although it would be considerably inexpensive, especially if people go with us). I also have a lot to pay for on a month to month basis now. It's nothing ridiculous, and a lot of people have it worse off than I do. It just sucks because I'll be making next to nothing, whereas before I was just getting by with enough room to save.
We'll see how that goes. Right now I'm just excited to be driving down to Florida. I don't think I'll ever get tired of going there. I'm also looking forward to warm weather... I'm so sick of the cold. Even when it's in the forties. I still hate it.
Hm, what else. I only seem to write here when something bad happens, or when something is bothering me. I should stop that habit or I'm just going to have bad memories to look back upon.