so hi all...
A recent overload of bored had me going through old journals... not just my own for various reasons. I have come to the conclusion that journals are rather awe inspiring. Not so much what is said always but how you can watch the gradual shift in someone's consciousness over time. Even your own. I regret deleting iceoracle from deadjournal. I think it would be interesting to go back and see who I was in 1oth grade again. Review those things that seemed so drastic and important. Ah well.
So, I'm still looking for a new job. My hope was to hand in my notice by January 1st. Unfortunately, my parent's will be hosting a some German exchange kid in my room for most of February/March. And I still have no car. So my new plan of action is to get my car situation cleared by April and announce my intent to leave at April 2nd... so there is no confusion. I could be encouraged to stay if I am granted better compensation... or even benefits. But I am not working 12 hours a day for most of the summer on what I make now... again. Fuck that.
They wanted to tell me that I only work 20 hours a week during the school year and that I get "perks" with this job. I live here because I have to, because my salary is not enough to actually live off of. Access to the volvo is a perk and one I appreciate but I want to make headway in starting my own life... which means not living in my bosses' basement and driving her spare car. (They have 5 btw... 2 suvs, the stationwagon I drive, and the carrera and boxster.)
I am hoping to have enough saved to move in with Erika. Seriously. I am ready to be on my own with my own space... and more specifically unless something drastically changes in our relationship *knockonwood* I would like to share that space with her. June 1st is our tentative move in date if all runs smoothly until then. We will have been together a year. Crazy how quickly time passes on us isn't it.
Remember when you were a kid and time just couldn't fly fast enough? Clocks took forever to get to the end of the class... the bell just wouldn't ring. Summer couldn't come quick enough and everything was just another obstacle between you and the next game? Now it seems as though there can't be enough hours in the day.
I will have been working here a year on Sunday. Not sure how I feel about that.
So, I'm still looking for a new job. My hope was to hand in my notice by January 1st. Unfortunately, my parent's will be hosting a some German exchange kid in my room for most of February/March. And I still have no car. So my new plan of action is to get my car situation cleared by April and announce my intent to leave at April 2nd... so there is no confusion. I could be encouraged to stay if I am granted better compensation... or even benefits. But I am not working 12 hours a day for most of the summer on what I make now... again. Fuck that.
They wanted to tell me that I only work 20 hours a week during the school year and that I get "perks" with this job. I live here because I have to, because my salary is not enough to actually live off of. Access to the volvo is a perk and one I appreciate but I want to make headway in starting my own life... which means not living in my bosses' basement and driving her spare car. (They have 5 btw... 2 suvs, the stationwagon I drive, and the carrera and boxster.)
I am hoping to have enough saved to move in with Erika. Seriously. I am ready to be on my own with my own space... and more specifically unless something drastically changes in our relationship *knockonwood* I would like to share that space with her. June 1st is our tentative move in date if all runs smoothly until then. We will have been together a year. Crazy how quickly time passes on us isn't it.
Remember when you were a kid and time just couldn't fly fast enough? Clocks took forever to get to the end of the class... the bell just wouldn't ring. Summer couldn't come quick enough and everything was just another obstacle between you and the next game? Now it seems as though there can't be enough hours in the day.
I will have been working here a year on Sunday. Not sure how I feel about that.