Apr 06, 2006 11:29
After two long semesters of working my ass off, I've finally been offered the paid position at the lab. When they told me, I felt like I was being crowned Miss America or something. They gave me flowers and everyone was clapping and shit...haha just kidding. I just felt like it'd never come. Since I'll be working 20 hours there now instead of ten, I have to make a decision. I have to quit one of my other three jobs. Annnndddd the winner isss...GunnAllen Financial!
I can't even rationalize why I've been at GAF this long. It's the most boring, tedious, job I've ever had. Management plays little tricks on us about raises and holiday bonus' that never show up. Plus my boss is leaving on Wednesday, and who knows who's going to take his place. Anyway, it's always hard for me to quit a job, especially one I've been at for over three years, but it's time.
In other news, my graduation is right around the corner, in exactly ONE MONTH! Aaahhhh!!!!! Scary. My mom's putting together this big, extravagant party. She's really into it. She keeps saying "Blah Blah Blah, LIKE OPRAH HAD ON HER SHOW." Like "We're gonna have pretty white tables with big bows LIKE OPRAH HAD ON HER SHOW." "We're gonna have those really good appetizers LIKE OPRAH HAD ON HER SHOW." It keeps on getting bigger and more formal, and I'm scared I'm going to get home from the graduation and we'll have Oprah standing in our living room. "HAAY ASHHH...I GOT OPRAH SINCE WE HAVE EVERYTHING ELSE WE'VE EVER SEEN ON HER SHOW!!!" I guess Oprah's okay, it's Stedman you gotta worry about. Seriously, is he gay? Is she? Do they have sex or just live in the same house? I'm thinking he's a facade for her secret lesbianism. I'm getting off topic.
Anyway, so we're sending fifty invitations, but i think like twenty-five of them are people that live around here and can come to the party. And if they bring spouses/gfs/bfs, should be about fifty people. I feel like we should have a slip n' slide or something, but I can't pinpoint an Oprah episode with an elegant slip n' slide party. Oh well. They'll have to keep themselves busy with the crepe pate springrolls or something. I don't know the menu, cause my mom hired Chef Joy to take care of it. She was never on the Oprah show.
Okay. I'm spent. Can you guess where I'm wearing a shower curtain ring??
<3, ash...is graduating