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I absolutely LOVE old jazz! Old jazz and a cup of coffee, and a notebook- rather than a pile of dishes to do :P
Oh well.
This working out thing is really becoming a favorite past time for me. I love the rush and seeing my hard work pay off. There is nothing better than having you're skinny, skinny jeans fit nice.
I completely over-worked my arms yesterday though. I went to scratch my head this morning and felt a powerful sting and stiffness all along the back of my arm. Oops.
It's 12 days until Mayer and i'm more than excited. I'm also looking madly for a new job. I'm getting REALLY tired of retail. I want a desk job, as mundane as they are- at least i won't be on my feet for 9 hours a day.
The problem is that i've had a few interviews, and people even offering the jobs to me- but just as they are interviewing me, i'm interviewing the company themselves. Nothing seems like a right fit yet. Plus, i really don't feel it's a necessity to work for any type of office sleazy bag.
Other than that, nothing has been going on. Trying to get this stupid OSAP thing going again. Applied for interest relief. *sigh* Every call i give George at York who is supposed to be hounding the petitions committee , i get the same answer - for the last 8 months. It's maddening. I get thoughts of going to campus and going postal is their financial aid department. Using my girlish charms and sweet demeanor to round all the committee people up, as well as a few profs into a barricaded room and not allowing them to leave until they grant me my petition and allow my to finish my last 9 credits. Or else they all die, strung up by their toes.
I hate bureaucracy, and i wish i could force them to see the face of the person and people they are screwing over on a regular basis. It's so easy when it's just a file in front of you. Like chemical warfare. grr.
But while all this nonsense is going on in my head, and my hatred of my current job escalating, the jazz is creating this nice creamy outer layer to me that is 'sort of' making it feel okay for the moment. It also helps that i can at least exercise some kind of control over my body while working out, in comparison to the lack of control i have over my financial future right now. Go Gym!!!!
Oh well.
This working out thing is really becoming a favorite past time for me. I love the rush and seeing my hard work pay off. There is nothing better than having you're skinny, skinny jeans fit nice.
I completely over-worked my arms yesterday though. I went to scratch my head this morning and felt a powerful sting and stiffness all along the back of my arm. Oops.
It's 12 days until Mayer and i'm more than excited. I'm also looking madly for a new job. I'm getting REALLY tired of retail. I want a desk job, as mundane as they are- at least i won't be on my feet for 9 hours a day.
The problem is that i've had a few interviews, and people even offering the jobs to me- but just as they are interviewing me, i'm interviewing the company themselves. Nothing seems like a right fit yet. Plus, i really don't feel it's a necessity to work for any type of office sleazy bag.
Other than that, nothing has been going on. Trying to get this stupid OSAP thing going again. Applied for interest relief. *sigh* Every call i give George at York who is supposed to be hounding the petitions committee , i get the same answer - for the last 8 months. It's maddening. I get thoughts of going to campus and going postal is their financial aid department. Using my girlish charms and sweet demeanor to round all the committee people up, as well as a few profs into a barricaded room and not allowing them to leave until they grant me my petition and allow my to finish my last 9 credits. Or else they all die, strung up by their toes.
I hate bureaucracy, and i wish i could force them to see the face of the person and people they are screwing over on a regular basis. It's so easy when it's just a file in front of you. Like chemical warfare. grr.
But while all this nonsense is going on in my head, and my hatred of my current job escalating, the jazz is creating this nice creamy outer layer to me that is 'sort of' making it feel okay for the moment. It also helps that i can at least exercise some kind of control over my body while working out, in comparison to the lack of control i have over my financial future right now. Go Gym!!!!