Why I am slightly sort of nearly homeless.
I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in the morning, shower, dress appropriately and go out somewhere. Somewhere that isn't the apartment. Yesterday I only left the apartment to get dinner at the Chinese place ACROSS THE STREET.
Today I made it as far as showering, and then dressed completely inadequately and have spent the last three hours doing useless online things and not wearing makeup.
Also I have contacted ROUGHLY A HUNDRED PEOPLE about whether they might like to give me a job, and have only received a response from ONE, and it turned out to be one who was USELESS.
Also I have contacted ROUGHLY THE WHOLE WORLD about whether they might like to rent a room to me for the next few months, and have received NOTHING, and OH GOD.
See, the plan was sort of like:
1. Do not go back to school.
2. Get full-time job.
3. Quit nasty minimum-wage job at theatre, which used to be fun but is now awful, just awful, and oh so much messiness, and oh so much drama, and oh ex-boyfriend and cranky incompetent assistant manager and people taking sides against other people based on NEXT TO NOTHING, REALLY, and just. Quit this job.
4. Based on lovely new wages, find own apartment.
5. Move out of horrid shared house which is 1 hour commute to anything that matters.
6. Be happy.
But of course that was before Sort-of-Landlady Roommate decided to move, and now I have until September 1 to follow suit. Will I be comfortably settled in a new job with a shiny new paycheque by September 1? HIGHLY UNLIKELY. So now the plan is sort of like:
1. Do not go back to school.
2. Find room to rent, as THAT'S ALL I CAN AFFORD.
3. Move in.
4. Get full-time job.
5. Quit stupid job.
6. Find own apartment.
7. MOVE AGAIN. ONLY TO DISCOVER HAVE ADAPTED TO TRANSIENT LIFESTYLE AND AM PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO UNPACK BOXES AND SETTLE DOWN, NOT EVER.
8. Be wretched.
Of course one must consider that I have been living out of boxes, bags, and knapsacks SINCE SEPTEMBER 2005 and can therefore SURELY survive another few months of the same. Right?
Anyway it's all very blah.
Today I made it as far as showering, and then dressed completely inadequately and have spent the last three hours doing useless online things and not wearing makeup.
Also I have contacted ROUGHLY A HUNDRED PEOPLE about whether they might like to give me a job, and have only received a response from ONE, and it turned out to be one who was USELESS.
Also I have contacted ROUGHLY THE WHOLE WORLD about whether they might like to rent a room to me for the next few months, and have received NOTHING, and OH GOD.
See, the plan was sort of like:
1. Do not go back to school.
2. Get full-time job.
3. Quit nasty minimum-wage job at theatre, which used to be fun but is now awful, just awful, and oh so much messiness, and oh so much drama, and oh ex-boyfriend and cranky incompetent assistant manager and people taking sides against other people based on NEXT TO NOTHING, REALLY, and just. Quit this job.
4. Based on lovely new wages, find own apartment.
5. Move out of horrid shared house which is 1 hour commute to anything that matters.
6. Be happy.
But of course that was before Sort-of-Landlady Roommate decided to move, and now I have until September 1 to follow suit. Will I be comfortably settled in a new job with a shiny new paycheque by September 1? HIGHLY UNLIKELY. So now the plan is sort of like:
1. Do not go back to school.
2. Find room to rent, as THAT'S ALL I CAN AFFORD.
3. Move in.
4. Get full-time job.
5. Quit stupid job.
6. Find own apartment.
7. MOVE AGAIN. ONLY TO DISCOVER HAVE ADAPTED TO TRANSIENT LIFESTYLE AND AM PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO UNPACK BOXES AND SETTLE DOWN, NOT EVER.
8. Be wretched.
Of course one must consider that I have been living out of boxes, bags, and knapsacks SINCE SEPTEMBER 2005 and can therefore SURELY survive another few months of the same. Right?
Anyway it's all very blah.