So I've been doing a pretty shitty job of keeping up with this blog. If I try to positive spin it, I've been doing a shitty job keeping up with any sort of responsibility so nothing should surprise me anymore. Let's see, it's 11:37am on a Monday. I'm feeling out of whack again, drinking a PBR and lamenting the fact that I'm a loser. I need a job. I was on the verge of getting a job; actually two jobs but I blew it on one and took myself out of the running on the other one.
The one I really wanted came down to myself and some other applicant. I left the interview feeling I had come close to nailing it; especially after the HR dude said he enjoyed our interview. I waited and waited and waited some more for the phone call that never came. It took a few days ( a weekend) to get over the rejection. It matters not what form rejection takes, it still stings.
The second job was one with a call center for a state agency. I don't want to go back to call center work but was desperate for anything. I took one look at the operation and its ghetto and call center metrics depressed the hell out of me. Not to mention I was anxious before I even finalized the interview portion. I told them thanks but no thanks because I seriously cannot handle that right now.
I know I'm not supposed to be all picky especially nowadays but I'd have been miserable and make life miserable for K. As it is right now, we're stuck in hurry up and wait mode. I should be doing a better job of networking and selling myself but I can't seem to do much of anything that doesn't involve drinking, Fifa or the internet. The amount of time I waste online or playing with my new phone is ridiculous. Who knows what it is I'm waiting for. I don't know if I'll ever find it. I'm satisfied right now to be in the most comfortable and familiar surroundings of melancholia and dejection.
fuck yeah!
Judge strikes down Prop. 8, allows gay marriage in California - latimes.com
tears of joy streaming down my face. the fight isn't over but today, this is a sweet, sweet victory for equality!
tears of joy streaming down my face. the fight isn't over but today, this is a sweet, sweet victory for equality!
FUCK YOU RICK SCOTT
It's like you're free falling from an airplane 30,000 feet up in the air with no parachute. You know it's gonna hurt majorly when you crash to the ground and you can't do a damn thing to stop it. This is how I feel about the pretty much assured victory of Rick Scott as the GOP candidate for Florida's governor. The same man who was at the helm of HCA when it was fined a record amount by the US government for Medicare fraud.
THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAIN TO PROCESS. HOW DUMB CAN WE BE???!!
THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAIN TO PROCESS. HOW DUMB CAN WE BE???!!
Happy Sunday
Stayed up past 3 am last night and woke up at 9. Booo! Oh well, now that we're up it's time for breakfast; a repeat of yesterday's coffee and cinnamon buns. Calories, schmalories; you only live once!
In 9 short days we'll be moving from our failed 2 bedroom experiment back to where it all started; a cozy one bedroom that holds so many memories for us. It's hilarious that we're moving back to our beloved #7 but we are and are very excited to christen the familiarity in newness. Getting rid of lots of stuff that no longer serve a role in our new lives. The torn up sofa will be a goner, as are loads of plates and wall art. We've shredded mounds of documents that we had no reason to hold on to. It feels good to get rid of clutter, of things that have long outlived their expiration date. Grand dreams are what we're indulging in. From new paint to new decor, we will make it our own; together.
We are going to be saving so much money by moving back to a one bedroom but I still need a job. We can't put anything else on credit so I need any sort of job ASAP so we can pay down our bills and we can begin to buy new stuff for our old place. For now I'm going to drool over the smart, modern lines of Ikea and hope we can make a trip down to O-town soon to shop till we drop.
In 9 short days we'll be moving from our failed 2 bedroom experiment back to where it all started; a cozy one bedroom that holds so many memories for us. It's hilarious that we're moving back to our beloved #7 but we are and are very excited to christen the familiarity in newness. Getting rid of lots of stuff that no longer serve a role in our new lives. The torn up sofa will be a goner, as are loads of plates and wall art. We've shredded mounds of documents that we had no reason to hold on to. It feels good to get rid of clutter, of things that have long outlived their expiration date. Grand dreams are what we're indulging in. From new paint to new decor, we will make it our own; together.
We are going to be saving so much money by moving back to a one bedroom but I still need a job. We can't put anything else on credit so I need any sort of job ASAP so we can pay down our bills and we can begin to buy new stuff for our old place. For now I'm going to drool over the smart, modern lines of Ikea and hope we can make a trip down to O-town soon to shop till we drop.
where does this plug go?
Feeling disconnected again. Wish I had someone to connect to; even on a very limited superficial level. Is that why I try so hard to do it on the internet? I'd rather connect with a stranger than spend time with my girl. I know who she is and what she has to offer me. I want newness, I want to see what exists outside of my own world. I need to plug into something...some experience that continues to elude me.
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