My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean
My dad suggested that I am not open to working as much as he'd like because I actually didn't think being a super-model would be a reasonable career choice for me. Just as he has suggested car mechanic and nurse and (for the 40th time) vetrinarian, he suggested model as the career choice I should make. I implied that I did not wish to be eating disordered, and the rest is history.
Also, it looks like I have a job. At the new Finale location in Coolidge Corner. Which is right near the new Good Vibrations locations, which is also hiring. How happy would Joy be to work at both? Very happy. My friends are mostly aghast that I would want to work at a woman-run sex shop, and I am like, have you met me?
It is very weird.
Also, the Cambridge Marriott restaurant, Characters, called back, so I went in for a second interview, which was short and weird as well. Is it a good thing when the head guy tells you you have a great personality ("that's not something you can learn in school you know") and only asks you about 3 questions? Though he did say I came "highly recommended" by the first interviewer. We shall see. Everyone wants me to have choices, but they seem to forget that I have such trouble with them. I am much more stressed at the prospect of deciding where to work than when I thought I had only one clear cut option.
So now, I just spent an hour and a half combing the internet for apartments. God I want to be settled in somewhere. Somewhere away from Mom who thinks having to return my videos to the library (let me reiterate, I have no car, and Mumsy doesn't want me to use up gas to just drive there anyway, so how am I supposed to do it myself?)makes me irresponsible and manipulative. Oh yeah, I love to walk all over people. And away from the fighting at my dad and Julia's house. My dad tried to convince me Gay Pride was wrong last night, because it means sexuality isn't "private" anymore. He equated it with someone wanting to tell him about their bathroom activities. I just forced back all the Cultural Studies stuff about taboos, and focused on the Sexual Ethics stuff about homosexual sex seeming more "public" because we are so used to heterosexual sex we don't even see it. He stalked off in anger that I dared to have my own opinion.
Anywho, I am late to go see Megan, and need to both shower and call and yell at (read:politely talk to) the people at U-haul for screwing up my bill.
Also, it looks like I have a job. At the new Finale location in Coolidge Corner. Which is right near the new Good Vibrations locations, which is also hiring. How happy would Joy be to work at both? Very happy. My friends are mostly aghast that I would want to work at a woman-run sex shop, and I am like, have you met me?
It is very weird.
Also, the Cambridge Marriott restaurant, Characters, called back, so I went in for a second interview, which was short and weird as well. Is it a good thing when the head guy tells you you have a great personality ("that's not something you can learn in school you know") and only asks you about 3 questions? Though he did say I came "highly recommended" by the first interviewer. We shall see. Everyone wants me to have choices, but they seem to forget that I have such trouble with them. I am much more stressed at the prospect of deciding where to work than when I thought I had only one clear cut option.
So now, I just spent an hour and a half combing the internet for apartments. God I want to be settled in somewhere. Somewhere away from Mom who thinks having to return my videos to the library (let me reiterate, I have no car, and Mumsy doesn't want me to use up gas to just drive there anyway, so how am I supposed to do it myself?)makes me irresponsible and manipulative. Oh yeah, I love to walk all over people. And away from the fighting at my dad and Julia's house. My dad tried to convince me Gay Pride was wrong last night, because it means sexuality isn't "private" anymore. He equated it with someone wanting to tell him about their bathroom activities. I just forced back all the Cultural Studies stuff about taboos, and focused on the Sexual Ethics stuff about homosexual sex seeming more "public" because we are so used to heterosexual sex we don't even see it. He stalked off in anger that I dared to have my own opinion.
Anywho, I am late to go see Megan, and need to both shower and call and yell at (read:politely talk to) the people at U-haul for screwing up my bill.