shouting at the brick wall
I know no one is listening at this point but you know what talking to a brick wall is better than forgetting how to speak :P
I WILL UPDATE ALL OF MY FAITHFUL READERS AS TO THE STATUS OF MY LIFE, ONCE AGAIN.
So that job that I got a while ago, is turning out not to be a big bundle of awesomeness. It is money, but it is at this point about 55 hours a week. I work every single weekend at 8am both sat and sun, into the evening (6 or 7). My coworkers are all female and all crazy. My boss is not very good at controlling a group of females all cramped into a small 'office' space. But he and I seem to get along, and I actually kind of enjoy the nature of the work, and it's a place where you're allowed to be as weird as you want. My bicycle is treated like a first class citizen, I leave in the front downstairs in what is supposed to be the reception area and my boss envies me for biking to work.
Out of all the employees who haven't left yet, I am the only one determined to stay at this point. So I'm hoping to ride out the bad shit and get to a better place where I get to work in an office and make decent money without typical office bullshit. Maybe if I'm the only one that stays I can have whatever schedule I want when we're staffed up.
I am moving again... about 3 blocks away from my current apartment. This time, it is just me and the kitty, and maybe some roaches but I'm working on keeping that to a minimum. There has been much caulking and boric acid in the apartment which I do not yet live in and currently has not a bug to be seen. It's rather spacious, windows in every room, hardwood in the livingroom. I am happy. Only weary about the lack of privacy, it's downstairs and my kitchen and bathroom windows face the common pool area. Lots of college kids and otherwise montrose hipsters in this complex. Pool is really nice though, 8 ft deep!
I've been through another year of emotional ups and downs, lots of things have happened that I don't know if I've even wrote about here. My mother died in september (on september 11th, actually) minutes after I got a corneal abrasion from a dog when I was working at the dog daycare. Have had a few bikes stolen at inopportune times. Got a few paying website jobs, have another one actually waiting but I work too much to get started on it currently.
Since moving to montrose I've gone to warehouse parties dressed like a zombie, gone dancing and danced my self exhausted more than once, gone biking in the middle of the night alone, with friends, and with a group, explored trainyards, spent hours upon hours in the connected bayou parks biking and exploring, have done some painting and other projects, have bought a lot of clothes that I like (largely from local thrift shops) which includes a lot of skirts, have dressed up on several occasions (and gone out) on par with pictures I used to take in my room all alone, have taken a few road trips to places with actual terrain up to and including mountains on the mexican border, and smoked a lot of weed.
I also have next to no friends, including on the internets. All avenues of online socializing are pretty much dried up to me, and I find in montrose there are so many 'cool' people and so many COOL places, I end up just going somewhere cool alone or with one out of maybe three people I ever hang out with. Overall, am I 'happier'? Not really sure, but I'm moving along.
I WILL UPDATE ALL OF MY FAITHFUL READERS AS TO THE STATUS OF MY LIFE, ONCE AGAIN.
So that job that I got a while ago, is turning out not to be a big bundle of awesomeness. It is money, but it is at this point about 55 hours a week. I work every single weekend at 8am both sat and sun, into the evening (6 or 7). My coworkers are all female and all crazy. My boss is not very good at controlling a group of females all cramped into a small 'office' space. But he and I seem to get along, and I actually kind of enjoy the nature of the work, and it's a place where you're allowed to be as weird as you want. My bicycle is treated like a first class citizen, I leave in the front downstairs in what is supposed to be the reception area and my boss envies me for biking to work.
Out of all the employees who haven't left yet, I am the only one determined to stay at this point. So I'm hoping to ride out the bad shit and get to a better place where I get to work in an office and make decent money without typical office bullshit. Maybe if I'm the only one that stays I can have whatever schedule I want when we're staffed up.
I am moving again... about 3 blocks away from my current apartment. This time, it is just me and the kitty, and maybe some roaches but I'm working on keeping that to a minimum. There has been much caulking and boric acid in the apartment which I do not yet live in and currently has not a bug to be seen. It's rather spacious, windows in every room, hardwood in the livingroom. I am happy. Only weary about the lack of privacy, it's downstairs and my kitchen and bathroom windows face the common pool area. Lots of college kids and otherwise montrose hipsters in this complex. Pool is really nice though, 8 ft deep!
I've been through another year of emotional ups and downs, lots of things have happened that I don't know if I've even wrote about here. My mother died in september (on september 11th, actually) minutes after I got a corneal abrasion from a dog when I was working at the dog daycare. Have had a few bikes stolen at inopportune times. Got a few paying website jobs, have another one actually waiting but I work too much to get started on it currently.
Since moving to montrose I've gone to warehouse parties dressed like a zombie, gone dancing and danced my self exhausted more than once, gone biking in the middle of the night alone, with friends, and with a group, explored trainyards, spent hours upon hours in the connected bayou parks biking and exploring, have done some painting and other projects, have bought a lot of clothes that I like (largely from local thrift shops) which includes a lot of skirts, have dressed up on several occasions (and gone out) on par with pictures I used to take in my room all alone, have taken a few road trips to places with actual terrain up to and including mountains on the mexican border, and smoked a lot of weed.
I also have next to no friends, including on the internets. All avenues of online socializing are pretty much dried up to me, and I find in montrose there are so many 'cool' people and so many COOL places, I end up just going somewhere cool alone or with one out of maybe three people I ever hang out with. Overall, am I 'happier'? Not really sure, but I'm moving along.