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Remember that new job? Well, it didn't work out. I'm a little sad about it because it would have been nice to have a job that pays real money and to see my boyfriend all the time and to live in Boulder - my favorite city in the state - for the summer. The job itself sucked, though, so I'm not that sad. It consisted of going door-to-door in 90+ degree weather and trying to get my unsuspecting victims to donate money to my company. I honestly don't have a problem with going door-to-door and talking to people. I just felt kind of bad about straight up asking people for money, and if I'm being honest with myself, I didn't push nearly as hard as my co-workers did because I know how annoyed I get when I tell people I'm uninterested and they won't get off my fucking porch.
The reason I had to give up my job is because I keep getting violently sick for days on end and no one knows why. Luckily, I went to the doctor last week. They took like 30 vials of my blood to run tests, so hopefully it gets figured out. Fingers crossed that it's just a hormonal imbalance!
The reason I had to give up my job is because I keep getting violently sick for days on end and no one knows why. Luckily, I went to the doctor last week. They took like 30 vials of my blood to run tests, so hopefully it gets figured out. Fingers crossed that it's just a hormonal imbalance!