Ever notice I post in pairs?
Garr. I actually got up at a decent hour today, if you consider noon to be a decent hour. SO, I can stop by the bank, deposit my last check, and call Luis Schlabach about that job.
Well then. Calling. Why am I so fucking nervous? I'm absolutely pissed, but I don't want to pick up the phone because... I don't know why. What do you say to someone who might not hire you based on your sexual orientation? The work I was being hired to take care of was being postponed due to excessive rain, but I just checked the weather for that area and it looks like it's slacked off some.
Dad chided Nathan earlier when they thought I was asleep and couldn't hear. Nathan was complaining about my bills... Dad reminded him firmly but kindly of how I paid his rent back in the fall/winter. So I think my bills here have a little more flexibility than before, but I don't like to leave anyone hanging. No one's happy with my employment position at the moment, but there was this weird, apprehensive trust in the way they were talking. The general tone I picked up from it was "It's Alex; he lands on his feet. Give him time to fall." At least that was Dad's tone. Nathan's was annoyed.
Sigh. I need to call. I need to seize the day. I need to have sex with men. And I need to be employed anyway.
Well then. Calling. Why am I so fucking nervous? I'm absolutely pissed, but I don't want to pick up the phone because... I don't know why. What do you say to someone who might not hire you based on your sexual orientation? The work I was being hired to take care of was being postponed due to excessive rain, but I just checked the weather for that area and it looks like it's slacked off some.
Dad chided Nathan earlier when they thought I was asleep and couldn't hear. Nathan was complaining about my bills... Dad reminded him firmly but kindly of how I paid his rent back in the fall/winter. So I think my bills here have a little more flexibility than before, but I don't like to leave anyone hanging. No one's happy with my employment position at the moment, but there was this weird, apprehensive trust in the way they were talking. The general tone I picked up from it was "It's Alex; he lands on his feet. Give him time to fall." At least that was Dad's tone. Nathan's was annoyed.
Sigh. I need to call. I need to seize the day. I need to have sex with men. And I need to be employed anyway.