4th of July...
i'm still sick, but its a functioning kind of sick. hacking up globs of mucous. woo!
my fourth of july is not gonna be a party party time -- at least not where i'm doing the partying. dad is catering a party tonight and he told the woman he works for that i would work with him --without asking me if i was feeling well enough to do it, first. i'm not obligated to work this party because it will be the first party i've ever catered, and telling this woman who is doing me a favor by taking a chance and letting me work for her tonight, that i don't want to work the party, might just make her never want to hire me again. and catering is a fast and fairly simply way of making a lot of money. this party is going to pay very well and it's only for five hours, but i can't help feeling a little annoyed, and a teensy bit anxious.
dad always works holidays. he's a working MACHINE.
as much as i admire his hardworking qualities, i don't want to always work holidays if i don't have to. i don't want to be that person. i would have liked to go over to a friends house and watch the fireworks tonight. last year's fourth of july was a depressing one for me, because i was angsting big time over jeff. i went out with some friends to long beach, but it was still a pretty melancholy evening. i'm not saying this year would have been bad, but i would have liked to spend this 4th staring up at the sky reliving some childish awe over light displays.
the 4th of july is for celebrating our independence as a country, and maybe for celebrating personal independence, too. i suppose in making money i'll be working toward my own independence.
irritating to think that even my independence revolves around a monetary system.
blargh.
happy 4th, people. for those that can and want to, enjoy the fireworks.
my fourth of july is not gonna be a party party time -- at least not where i'm doing the partying. dad is catering a party tonight and he told the woman he works for that i would work with him --without asking me if i was feeling well enough to do it, first. i'm not obligated to work this party because it will be the first party i've ever catered, and telling this woman who is doing me a favor by taking a chance and letting me work for her tonight, that i don't want to work the party, might just make her never want to hire me again. and catering is a fast and fairly simply way of making a lot of money. this party is going to pay very well and it's only for five hours, but i can't help feeling a little annoyed, and a teensy bit anxious.
dad always works holidays. he's a working MACHINE.
as much as i admire his hardworking qualities, i don't want to always work holidays if i don't have to. i don't want to be that person. i would have liked to go over to a friends house and watch the fireworks tonight. last year's fourth of july was a depressing one for me, because i was angsting big time over jeff. i went out with some friends to long beach, but it was still a pretty melancholy evening. i'm not saying this year would have been bad, but i would have liked to spend this 4th staring up at the sky reliving some childish awe over light displays.
the 4th of july is for celebrating our independence as a country, and maybe for celebrating personal independence, too. i suppose in making money i'll be working toward my own independence.
irritating to think that even my independence revolves around a monetary system.
blargh.
happy 4th, people. for those that can and want to, enjoy the fireworks.