let’s have an up date:
My new job (
http://teachforamerica.org/organization.html) ROCKS! I like the working environment, I like the work, I like that I’m not making anyone rich doing it. And my new boss
is pretty easy going and seems to be somewhat impressed by my meager skills in data management and organization. And my coworkers are a little bit rad. So that’s going well.
Job #2 Is another story. I’m so fucking uber stressed out about it I’m like….the calmest I’ve ever been. I think I can’t handle being this wound up so I’ve just resigned myself to destiny and said “fuck it”. I can either handle it or I can’t; and if I can’t then I’ll just quit. But I don’t even think it’s an issue of handling it. I just don’t want to have to choose one or the other. Plus… I don’t have a girlfriend….and the only reason working as a runner was so fun was that I could get Exy-MacHeartbreaker little presents. Also, drunk sluts are gonna be everywhere, and it was easier to make fun of them when I was getting the regular lovin’. And taking what they've got to offer just because I'm lonely would be like drinking saltwater when you're dehydrated. But whatever, those bitches are fucking annoying anyway.
Plans for tonight:
*Stay home
*Have a cocktail
*Play video games
*Watch a movie
*Sleep the good sleep of a man with a purpose.
I’ve gotta cut this short….work to do.