So little time, so much of it wasted.
Balancing full time employment, writing/producing/directing both a thirty second television spot and a three minute short film for my production class at SCC, and trying to write new stuff to read Thursdays is proving to be difficult.
Today at work I was given two options: transfer to another department or get fired. So, now I work in another department. It's just as enthralling as my last position with the company, but I no longer have to work for my vile boss. Things are looking up. The only problem is that this job is data entry, and anyone who has ever had to work data entry knows that the work is nigh unbearable. I am going to be sitting down punching numbers into a computer all day. Last night in my production class our teacher listed several available internships, none of which I could consider due to my employment situation and/or experience. One of the paying internships was for Intel doing data entry. Perhaps I should reconsider my posibilities in light of my recent position shift. It's still data entry, but at least I'll be working towards something more exciting like shooting things for Intel. That was the picture painted anyway. I suppose there's no harm in looking into it.
On my lunch break I went to the nearby Food City to buy some Chewy Chips Ahoy(partly to eat at work, but mostly to take home). This was the first time I had been inside this Food City and, well, it was a Food City. It smelled delicious. It was pretty spacious; not nearly as condensed as other Food Citys. Like the others, though, this store carried the large Virgin Mary candles. I am a fan of these, and I wish Bashas and Safeway and other fine grocery store carried them as well. With only thirty minutes to work with, I quickly located my cookies and a small bottle of milk with which to accompany them. There was no one in the only available check out line, nor was there hardly a soul in the entire store, so I went to make my purchase. It was not to be, sadly. My debit card reported insufficient funds in my checking account, and with my total reaching a staggering $3.76, this was alarming. Fortunately, the company I work for is located on the third floor of an Arizona Federal Credit Union building, so upon returning from my fruitless cookie expedition I checked my account balance. It is at -$131.84. How this came to be is currently unknown to me. I did not wish to deal with it at that moment, nor did I have the time to do so. I'll do it tomorrow.
I don't understand. I got paid. I did some calculations. I paid my bills. I bought groceries. I had money to spare. Where did I lose $131.84? Now I don't have money to buy comic books tomorrow and that makes me upset. I'm currently looking around for things I can sell.
It may seem bizarre to some that I am angry that I don't have money to buy comic books tomorrow, and not that I have a negative balance of $131.84. Comics are not just a hobby, they are an addiction. If by some grace I ever overcome this terrible affliction, and I hope I never do, I want to go on speaking tours telling kids about the dangers of reading comic books.
Today at work I was given two options: transfer to another department or get fired. So, now I work in another department. It's just as enthralling as my last position with the company, but I no longer have to work for my vile boss. Things are looking up. The only problem is that this job is data entry, and anyone who has ever had to work data entry knows that the work is nigh unbearable. I am going to be sitting down punching numbers into a computer all day. Last night in my production class our teacher listed several available internships, none of which I could consider due to my employment situation and/or experience. One of the paying internships was for Intel doing data entry. Perhaps I should reconsider my posibilities in light of my recent position shift. It's still data entry, but at least I'll be working towards something more exciting like shooting things for Intel. That was the picture painted anyway. I suppose there's no harm in looking into it.
On my lunch break I went to the nearby Food City to buy some Chewy Chips Ahoy(partly to eat at work, but mostly to take home). This was the first time I had been inside this Food City and, well, it was a Food City. It smelled delicious. It was pretty spacious; not nearly as condensed as other Food Citys. Like the others, though, this store carried the large Virgin Mary candles. I am a fan of these, and I wish Bashas and Safeway and other fine grocery store carried them as well. With only thirty minutes to work with, I quickly located my cookies and a small bottle of milk with which to accompany them. There was no one in the only available check out line, nor was there hardly a soul in the entire store, so I went to make my purchase. It was not to be, sadly. My debit card reported insufficient funds in my checking account, and with my total reaching a staggering $3.76, this was alarming. Fortunately, the company I work for is located on the third floor of an Arizona Federal Credit Union building, so upon returning from my fruitless cookie expedition I checked my account balance. It is at -$131.84. How this came to be is currently unknown to me. I did not wish to deal with it at that moment, nor did I have the time to do so. I'll do it tomorrow.
I don't understand. I got paid. I did some calculations. I paid my bills. I bought groceries. I had money to spare. Where did I lose $131.84? Now I don't have money to buy comic books tomorrow and that makes me upset. I'm currently looking around for things I can sell.
It may seem bizarre to some that I am angry that I don't have money to buy comic books tomorrow, and not that I have a negative balance of $131.84. Comics are not just a hobby, they are an addiction. If by some grace I ever overcome this terrible affliction, and I hope I never do, I want to go on speaking tours telling kids about the dangers of reading comic books.