long ass posty
bought a bunch of liquor the other day and discovered neat things. mini bottles introduced me to two FANTASTIC products...
"Q" Quintessential gin and Armadale vodka
top shelf amazingness. Q actually rivals my longstanding favorite: van gogh gin. and the armadale is THE best vodka i've ever had. you could drink either straight and love it. even if you weren't an alcoholic. and i'm not. if i was, i would have effortlessly downed the godawful, pitiful excuse for a mojito that mike's hard lemonade puts out. JVADIHVBLECH!! (was hanging with an old friend to celebrate birthday stuff last night and today.)
an ex contacted me through facebook today. it was actually someone i was REALLY good friends with prior - and i wish we would've just always been friends - the dating messed stuff up. once you break things off, the friend thing afterwards only exists in fairytale land. in all my exes i only lamented the loss of them as a friend. that was the thing that always stood out over time.
he seems to be working in radio, and as i recall from way back, that was what he wanted to do, so i feel really happy for him. funny thing is, he said he was happy for me - working in a job that let me be creative. *broken laughter* (creative? ha.) aaaaaaaaaaah impressions from the outside. i hope radio is working out well for him though.
oh and for ppl who didn't know - which will be all but like one of you - the vet offered me a whopping EIGHT DOLLARS AN HOUR. *omfg cheers* eh heh heh. yeah fucking right. who the fuck can live off of that? jesus h. christ. i never even suspected that on the range of $7-$20 she mentioned before that it would be EIGHT. i was really worked up last night over this. i had a liberal 3 shot glass of whiskey (my bro's gentleman jack) you could hear my expectations taking a sharp nose dive and the reality of my continued existence at baron sign was like a dark smog over my head. (i of course made sure i was straight again before driving the rest of the way (1 hr) to my friend's house.
with a heavy voice, chock full of disappointment, i told the vet i just couldn't do it. not for 8. i'd go into severe debt. i tried to sound her out on what i could expect to make once i proved myself- that if i could show a knack for it would i be able to make at least 13-14? because if i was AWESOME at it and only had the hope of $10-11 an hour... well, i'd have to pass. i have bills, student loans, and gas is fucking expensive.
well, she called me back again like an hour later. i get the impression she is hesitant to lose me as the person she has lined up to start there. we talked for another 30-45 mins. it ended with her saying she would talk to her husband about the pay, and she also said "now you're not going to look for another job now, are you?" i said, "no. i would love to work with you there. and if i can't do that, i might as well stay at the job i hate where i make good money instead of switching to some other random thing."
so, i had my hopes crushed, and then lifted a wee bit at the end.
is it not weird i barely know her and she can talk to me for THAT long? and this was all cell to cell. weeeeirdness.
well, won't know anything for a while i expect. crunch time for them is in a month. maybe they'll be desperate for a reliable person and will hire me on for something reasonable? hm. i should check out more job options. though i will not sign on to anything different until the vet gives me their final offer. because i think that is where i want to be, and god, sign shops is not where i want to be all my life, eh.
"Q" Quintessential gin and Armadale vodka
top shelf amazingness. Q actually rivals my longstanding favorite: van gogh gin. and the armadale is THE best vodka i've ever had. you could drink either straight and love it. even if you weren't an alcoholic. and i'm not. if i was, i would have effortlessly downed the godawful, pitiful excuse for a mojito that mike's hard lemonade puts out. JVADIHVBLECH!! (was hanging with an old friend to celebrate birthday stuff last night and today.)
an ex contacted me through facebook today. it was actually someone i was REALLY good friends with prior - and i wish we would've just always been friends - the dating messed stuff up. once you break things off, the friend thing afterwards only exists in fairytale land. in all my exes i only lamented the loss of them as a friend. that was the thing that always stood out over time.
he seems to be working in radio, and as i recall from way back, that was what he wanted to do, so i feel really happy for him. funny thing is, he said he was happy for me - working in a job that let me be creative. *broken laughter* (creative? ha.) aaaaaaaaaaah impressions from the outside. i hope radio is working out well for him though.
oh and for ppl who didn't know - which will be all but like one of you - the vet offered me a whopping EIGHT DOLLARS AN HOUR. *omfg cheers* eh heh heh. yeah fucking right. who the fuck can live off of that? jesus h. christ. i never even suspected that on the range of $7-$20 she mentioned before that it would be EIGHT. i was really worked up last night over this. i had a liberal 3 shot glass of whiskey (my bro's gentleman jack) you could hear my expectations taking a sharp nose dive and the reality of my continued existence at baron sign was like a dark smog over my head. (i of course made sure i was straight again before driving the rest of the way (1 hr) to my friend's house.
with a heavy voice, chock full of disappointment, i told the vet i just couldn't do it. not for 8. i'd go into severe debt. i tried to sound her out on what i could expect to make once i proved myself- that if i could show a knack for it would i be able to make at least 13-14? because if i was AWESOME at it and only had the hope of $10-11 an hour... well, i'd have to pass. i have bills, student loans, and gas is fucking expensive.
well, she called me back again like an hour later. i get the impression she is hesitant to lose me as the person she has lined up to start there. we talked for another 30-45 mins. it ended with her saying she would talk to her husband about the pay, and she also said "now you're not going to look for another job now, are you?" i said, "no. i would love to work with you there. and if i can't do that, i might as well stay at the job i hate where i make good money instead of switching to some other random thing."
so, i had my hopes crushed, and then lifted a wee bit at the end.
is it not weird i barely know her and she can talk to me for THAT long? and this was all cell to cell. weeeeirdness.
well, won't know anything for a while i expect. crunch time for them is in a month. maybe they'll be desperate for a reliable person and will hire me on for something reasonable? hm. i should check out more job options. though i will not sign on to anything different until the vet gives me their final offer. because i think that is where i want to be, and god, sign shops is not where i want to be all my life, eh.