God awful
I must remember to call work tonight and let them know I'll be there on Wednesday. I don't like having to work Friday and Saturday, but fuck it, I'll do it anyway.
I got an e-mail from Enterprise asking me if I'd like to work for them. Turns out I've been missing a lot of e-mails from companies that want to hire me. Not me going after them, the other way around.
So why was I missing them? I don't know, but it's working now and it makes a lot more sense. Jerk it off, I don't care. 15 companies asked for my shit, and I gave it to every single one of them. I wondered where all these fucking entry-level jobs were at.
I must head to bed early the next two days. Eh, but at least I had a good weekend. I stopped by and saw Gordon, Mark and Chad. Didn't notice Hozer until about 15 minutes later, but hey, that's what being fucked up does to you. I remember why I smoke instead of drink, smoke, and drug. Hahahahahammuuuha.
Saturday I watched my beloved Penguins and Spartans fall. Hah, it was a likely outcome anyway. Saturday afternoon was blessed with the presence of Marguex. We went bar hopping, and Kluey called me to rush over to the Riv, so I did and he was happy to see me and 14 grams. He was intrigued by Marguex's name and kept saying over and over again. Saw Miss Kubacki as well.
Marguex and I attempted to go to a cider mill but stopped to eat and never made it there, instead making it back to my bed to sleep. She seems a tad irritated that I live an hour away, but only to the point where she just mentions "So I won't be seeing you for two weeks/So I won't be seeing you until Sunday" and quickly turns the frown to a smile, at least acknowledging that it isn't too far away. At least she was truthful saying she'd like to stop by after work/after the bar if I lived close. Goddamn, I wouldn't mind that at all, but I do enjoy looking forward to her next presence.
I also got a job offer from the same company that Kluey works for, but I don't think I'll take it, even if they hire me. I don't want to leave Michigan yet, and well, things are up for me. I'd rather not fuck with my emotions at the given time, thank you.
A lot of words, a lot of thoughts. Stability at its finest.
I got an e-mail from Enterprise asking me if I'd like to work for them. Turns out I've been missing a lot of e-mails from companies that want to hire me. Not me going after them, the other way around.
So why was I missing them? I don't know, but it's working now and it makes a lot more sense. Jerk it off, I don't care. 15 companies asked for my shit, and I gave it to every single one of them. I wondered where all these fucking entry-level jobs were at.
I must head to bed early the next two days. Eh, but at least I had a good weekend. I stopped by and saw Gordon, Mark and Chad. Didn't notice Hozer until about 15 minutes later, but hey, that's what being fucked up does to you. I remember why I smoke instead of drink, smoke, and drug. Hahahahahammuuuha.
Saturday I watched my beloved Penguins and Spartans fall. Hah, it was a likely outcome anyway. Saturday afternoon was blessed with the presence of Marguex. We went bar hopping, and Kluey called me to rush over to the Riv, so I did and he was happy to see me and 14 grams. He was intrigued by Marguex's name and kept saying over and over again. Saw Miss Kubacki as well.
Marguex and I attempted to go to a cider mill but stopped to eat and never made it there, instead making it back to my bed to sleep. She seems a tad irritated that I live an hour away, but only to the point where she just mentions "So I won't be seeing you for two weeks/So I won't be seeing you until Sunday" and quickly turns the frown to a smile, at least acknowledging that it isn't too far away. At least she was truthful saying she'd like to stop by after work/after the bar if I lived close. Goddamn, I wouldn't mind that at all, but I do enjoy looking forward to her next presence.
I also got a job offer from the same company that Kluey works for, but I don't think I'll take it, even if they hire me. I don't want to leave Michigan yet, and well, things are up for me. I'd rather not fuck with my emotions at the given time, thank you.
A lot of words, a lot of thoughts. Stability at its finest.