Take two.
In trying to repair my laptop (rather, rig my laptop so it will work), I hit myself in the face with my own hand. Speaking of laptop repair, does anybody know if it's possible to replace the little prong in the back where you plug in the adapter, and if so, is it expensive?
Anyway.
Drunk on rum and coke at Bernies last night, Shane and I started to muse about our living options. We were moving to Florida; then Griffin turned out to either be in a coma or a shithead (please, nothing resembling an "I told you so;" Griffin is eradicated from my life and I don't even want to discuss what happened anymore), so we aren't moving there. The backup plan was to go live with Mom in WV for awhile, then onto warmer climates--but talking to both Tim and Michael lately, I've decided that 1) I don't want to leave here, and 2) I need to get a college degree under my belt before I go deciding to make any big moves. And I don't want to be starting college and trying to scrape by in an unfamiliar city at the same time. So I wanted to stay here--the problem with staying here is that Shane can't do his degree here. I also think that Lexington, Kentucky may be an option; there are several schools there, and he could possibly find his degree, plus it's a smidgen warmer (just a bit), has a nice bar scene that's right around campus, and it's familiar to me. Big plus.
The other day, I got called by a recruiter from some branch of Citigroup called--you know me and my memory, I wasn't paying good attention at the beginning of the phone call, because I thought she was going to try to sell me something. Anyway, she told me that she had been in my Starbucks and really liked the way that I worked, and wanted to bring me down for an orientation type thing. This could end up being something that would be really kick-ass, although I'm very aware it could end up being a commission job, which I'm not too keen on at the moment. (Primerica, that's where she's from.) But if it's hourly and kick-ass... expect to see me staying in Columbus.
On another note, I got really fucking trashed last night and made a total ass of myself at Four Kegs, knowing full well that I was making an ass of myself and not caring. I stumbled home, threw up, and crawled into bed. Good times were had by all. And Shane really does love me--warm fuzzies. :)
Anyway.
Drunk on rum and coke at Bernies last night, Shane and I started to muse about our living options. We were moving to Florida; then Griffin turned out to either be in a coma or a shithead (please, nothing resembling an "I told you so;" Griffin is eradicated from my life and I don't even want to discuss what happened anymore), so we aren't moving there. The backup plan was to go live with Mom in WV for awhile, then onto warmer climates--but talking to both Tim and Michael lately, I've decided that 1) I don't want to leave here, and 2) I need to get a college degree under my belt before I go deciding to make any big moves. And I don't want to be starting college and trying to scrape by in an unfamiliar city at the same time. So I wanted to stay here--the problem with staying here is that Shane can't do his degree here. I also think that Lexington, Kentucky may be an option; there are several schools there, and he could possibly find his degree, plus it's a smidgen warmer (just a bit), has a nice bar scene that's right around campus, and it's familiar to me. Big plus.
The other day, I got called by a recruiter from some branch of Citigroup called--you know me and my memory, I wasn't paying good attention at the beginning of the phone call, because I thought she was going to try to sell me something. Anyway, she told me that she had been in my Starbucks and really liked the way that I worked, and wanted to bring me down for an orientation type thing. This could end up being something that would be really kick-ass, although I'm very aware it could end up being a commission job, which I'm not too keen on at the moment. (Primerica, that's where she's from.) But if it's hourly and kick-ass... expect to see me staying in Columbus.
On another note, I got really fucking trashed last night and made a total ass of myself at Four Kegs, knowing full well that I was making an ass of myself and not caring. I stumbled home, threw up, and crawled into bed. Good times were had by all. And Shane really does love me--warm fuzzies. :)