Job-hunting..Again...Damnit.
Ok. So. I hate housekeeping. A lot.
So I'm looking for a different job. Mainly because I can't support the two of us on $7.50 an hour, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week. It's just not gonna cut it. Besides, minimum wage in Washington is going up to around $9.55 an hour, and it's only an 8 minute drive to Pullman. So Pullman, here I come. Drew tells me one of his friends in marching band works at a Korean restaurant that's going to be hiring soon, and that there's a waitressing position coming open. It would be amazing...I can't afford to keep working where I am; that would be a dream job, right about now. But something, something over there...
My apartment! IS BEAUTIFUL! We have almost nothing in it right now except a hideabed, our tv, some kitchen stuff, various clothes and a few decorations I brought down on Saturday. Friday I'm running home while Drew's in classes to pick up some other stuff, hopefully our kitchen table. We're supposed to see about getting a real bed this weekend (pleasepleasepleaseihatethehideabed). But it's beautiful... One bedroom, yeah, so it's small, but it's huge to us. We have a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a hallway all of our own. It's amazing. I feel so unbelieveably lucky that we found it, and so quickly.
I guess Jackie and Tasha are spreading rumors about me around Potlatch. Cause I care SO MUCH about what those inbred (not kidding) idiots in that podunk little shithole think about me. I know Drew cares, and that's all that bothers me. But really, who gives a fuck? I'm such a whore, right?
Drew's mom gave us a coffee pot and a microwave. I know why the coffee pot was free... I went to make coffee last night, because I'm a caffeine addict and I haven't had coffee or soda in about a week, and I was so excited for some nice, hot, wonderful coffee. Come back from the bathroom, and BAM! COFFEE GROUNDS EVERYFUCKINGWHERE. It basically overflowed and then exploded grounds everywhere. So I spent the next hour and half re-cleaning my kitchen, coffee-less, and sleepy. We're going to goodwill as soon as Drew's done with classes to see if we can find a cheap one that actually works.
Anyway, I miss sleeping in in the morning. Hopefully I can get an afternoon shift somewhere, and I don't have to get up and the fucking crack of dawn to go and clean hotel rooms and have the stuck up customers look down their fat noses at me because I'm just the maid. I will never ever ever ever say anything bad about anyone who does a dirt job ever ever again; I think everyone needs to have a shit job at least once in their lives so they can appreciate the people who support them.
Beh.
So I'm looking for a different job. Mainly because I can't support the two of us on $7.50 an hour, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week. It's just not gonna cut it. Besides, minimum wage in Washington is going up to around $9.55 an hour, and it's only an 8 minute drive to Pullman. So Pullman, here I come. Drew tells me one of his friends in marching band works at a Korean restaurant that's going to be hiring soon, and that there's a waitressing position coming open. It would be amazing...I can't afford to keep working where I am; that would be a dream job, right about now. But something, something over there...
My apartment! IS BEAUTIFUL! We have almost nothing in it right now except a hideabed, our tv, some kitchen stuff, various clothes and a few decorations I brought down on Saturday. Friday I'm running home while Drew's in classes to pick up some other stuff, hopefully our kitchen table. We're supposed to see about getting a real bed this weekend (pleasepleasepleaseihatethehideabed). But it's beautiful... One bedroom, yeah, so it's small, but it's huge to us. We have a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a hallway all of our own. It's amazing. I feel so unbelieveably lucky that we found it, and so quickly.
I guess Jackie and Tasha are spreading rumors about me around Potlatch. Cause I care SO MUCH about what those inbred (not kidding) idiots in that podunk little shithole think about me. I know Drew cares, and that's all that bothers me. But really, who gives a fuck? I'm such a whore, right?
Drew's mom gave us a coffee pot and a microwave. I know why the coffee pot was free... I went to make coffee last night, because I'm a caffeine addict and I haven't had coffee or soda in about a week, and I was so excited for some nice, hot, wonderful coffee. Come back from the bathroom, and BAM! COFFEE GROUNDS EVERYFUCKINGWHERE. It basically overflowed and then exploded grounds everywhere. So I spent the next hour and half re-cleaning my kitchen, coffee-less, and sleepy. We're going to goodwill as soon as Drew's done with classes to see if we can find a cheap one that actually works.
Anyway, I miss sleeping in in the morning. Hopefully I can get an afternoon shift somewhere, and I don't have to get up and the fucking crack of dawn to go and clean hotel rooms and have the stuck up customers look down their fat noses at me because I'm just the maid. I will never ever ever ever say anything bad about anyone who does a dirt job ever ever again; I think everyone needs to have a shit job at least once in their lives so they can appreciate the people who support them.
Beh.