new stuff in the world of me.
After almost two months of unemployment (which was more or less completely boring and pointless...except for one week that was fun), I have a new job. I'm currently in training for my position as a residential sociotherapist for Hillside Children's center. Translation: I'm gonna be working with kids who are emotionally and behaviorally disturbed in a live-in facility. I have doubts about whether or not I'm strong enough emotionally to do this job, but I guess it's just a matter of time before I find out. Either way, It should be an interesting growth experience for me. I'm as terrified as i am excited.
I'm just gonna leave it at that for now I guess.
In other news, of my closest friends here in town moved to Denver, Colorado yesterday. I'm no good at saying goodbye to people... even tho I know i'll see him again. There will be no more watching retarded movies like the gingerdead man, no more rare steaks on the bbq and insane meals involving cornish game hens and three sticks of butter, no more bizarre-ass conversations about disgusting shit on the front porch. It makes me sad. I miss that kid so much already.
On the happy side, my apartment is gonna grow. How you ask? By losing a wall. My landlord has decided to knock out a wall of my kitchen to join my tiny studio apartment to the enormous one bedroom apartment next door. This will make for a hugetastic two bedroom apartment with two porches, off street parking, on-site laundry, a HUGE kitchen and livingroom and TONS of windows. The only catch was that I needed a roomate. Marco couldn't have brought up gettin an apartment at a better time. Fer serious. So yay, Mr. Polo and I will have a sweet abode. Rock.
That is all.
I'm just gonna leave it at that for now I guess.
In other news, of my closest friends here in town moved to Denver, Colorado yesterday. I'm no good at saying goodbye to people... even tho I know i'll see him again. There will be no more watching retarded movies like the gingerdead man, no more rare steaks on the bbq and insane meals involving cornish game hens and three sticks of butter, no more bizarre-ass conversations about disgusting shit on the front porch. It makes me sad. I miss that kid so much already.
On the happy side, my apartment is gonna grow. How you ask? By losing a wall. My landlord has decided to knock out a wall of my kitchen to join my tiny studio apartment to the enormous one bedroom apartment next door. This will make for a hugetastic two bedroom apartment with two porches, off street parking, on-site laundry, a HUGE kitchen and livingroom and TONS of windows. The only catch was that I needed a roomate. Marco couldn't have brought up gettin an apartment at a better time. Fer serious. So yay, Mr. Polo and I will have a sweet abode. Rock.
That is all.