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All my posts lately seem to be depressing. This one is just dumb. In a depressing way.
I left my job before I got fired. Basically, the investors wanted to get rid of all hourly people. And I was one of them...so I beat them to the punch, sorta. Now it looks like some interior design chick will be getting the job I had (possibly, its not confirmed yet)...meaning she's an hourly employee.
AND she may get to sell the condos. Which will make bank for her. Something I was supposed to do. So...I'm poor, have no job, and got cheated out of a lot of potential money. All I need now is for a gay boy to get my office job. THAT'LL be the final straw.
I'm so sick of Texas. Dallas is so pretentious...with no reason to be. Everyone has an ulterior motive (or two) for everything they do.
I hate to blame my drinking on something. But the fact is...I have never drank this much in my life. Well, I drank a lot in Santa Fe, but that was because I was bored. I drink here because this place just isn't for me.
I called Santa Barbara "Home" today. Troy freaked out. "Oh, California is home? What about our house?"
Oh please. I told him "Don't go there, all you will do is end up offending yourself for no good reason."
But, YES, CALIFORNIA IS HOME. I just live in HIS house...and that's made clear EVERY argument we have. It's always a point that MUST be brought up.
I miss my family so much. I haven't been home in almost 3 years. Geeeez....I guess I have a lot on my chest right now.
And no one to help me lift it off.
OH, and while I'm at it. What the hell am I going to do about a job now that I was fired only to be replaced eventually? Or...did I make that point already?
Maybe I'm not looking at everything from all angles. But I'm really tired of looking at it from everyone elses.
I'm sorry...maybe I'll have a more uplifting entry next time. Love you guys.
Cya.
I left my job before I got fired. Basically, the investors wanted to get rid of all hourly people. And I was one of them...so I beat them to the punch, sorta. Now it looks like some interior design chick will be getting the job I had (possibly, its not confirmed yet)...meaning she's an hourly employee.
AND she may get to sell the condos. Which will make bank for her. Something I was supposed to do. So...I'm poor, have no job, and got cheated out of a lot of potential money. All I need now is for a gay boy to get my office job. THAT'LL be the final straw.
I'm so sick of Texas. Dallas is so pretentious...with no reason to be. Everyone has an ulterior motive (or two) for everything they do.
I hate to blame my drinking on something. But the fact is...I have never drank this much in my life. Well, I drank a lot in Santa Fe, but that was because I was bored. I drink here because this place just isn't for me.
I called Santa Barbara "Home" today. Troy freaked out. "Oh, California is home? What about our house?"
Oh please. I told him "Don't go there, all you will do is end up offending yourself for no good reason."
But, YES, CALIFORNIA IS HOME. I just live in HIS house...and that's made clear EVERY argument we have. It's always a point that MUST be brought up.
I miss my family so much. I haven't been home in almost 3 years. Geeeez....I guess I have a lot on my chest right now.
And no one to help me lift it off.
OH, and while I'm at it. What the hell am I going to do about a job now that I was fired only to be replaced eventually? Or...did I make that point already?
Maybe I'm not looking at everything from all angles. But I'm really tired of looking at it from everyone elses.
I'm sorry...maybe I'll have a more uplifting entry next time. Love you guys.
Cya.