Coffeebration

Work until 5:00 and home by 5:05! How about a big “YAY”!

Holidays that I am off next month:

Monday, Sept 6: Labor Day (three day weekend!)
Thurs. Sept 16, Fri. Sept 17:

I just bought a can of Red Bull since so many people I know claim that it works SO WELL! It it supposed to give you lots of motivation without getting jittery. I must be immune to energy because I drank the whole can well over a half hour ago and I feel nothing. If anything, I feel the same … or maybe more tired. I’m not sleepy tired, I’m just not motivated to do anything. I just want to lay on my couch and do nothing. I guess energy drinks don’t work when you drink 5 cups of coffee every single day. I have a horrible coffee addiction, I’ll admit it. It tastes good, it wakes me up, and I like it muches. If I had to go a day without coffee I think I would die. Or get a massive headache. No, probably just die. This is not good. I didn’t always drink massive amounts of coffee on a daily basis. Now I do. Working at a place that provided me with unlimited amounts of free coffee ALL DAY spoiled me and made me crazy coffee girl. Damn. What is next? Hmmm … maybe speed.

I’ve been a lot happier lately. I’m not even talking about the great news about getting a job, I was happy before that too. I thought about what had changed in my life, and all I could think of was the fact that I moved to a new apartment. My new apartment does make me happier, but I thought it had to be more than that.

I couldn’t even remember what I was always so pissed off about. Here is an excerpt from an entry that I posted on April 28th:

I think there is only like 6 things I have to complain about: roommates, living situation, laundromat, how much riding the bus sucks, how much it sucks to live in the ghetto, and how much I hate hair.

So apparently that is why my life sucked so much. Let’s see what has changed.

1. Roomates: Ha. I don’t have any. Apparently roommates suck. I like living alone.

2. living situation: Again, living situation has changed. I like living alone. Close to civilization, and by that I do mean civilization. Before I lived in a neighborhood of cavemen, or something close to cavemen.

3. laundromat: Ok, the laundromat problem REALLY sucked. I worked at Vento’s every day and my turnover in clothing usage was huge. It seemed that no matter how much laundry I did … there was always MORE! The worst thing about it was that there was nowhere close-by to do my laundry. Sometimes Todd and I would go to the laundromat together, but not that often. I don’t have a car to take my clothes to a laundromat, so either I lugged my laundry onto a bus … or I just had to wear dirty clothes forever. There was a laundromat up the street about 1/2 mile, but walking there with laundry was like impossible. So … I would have to take my laundry on the bus, and it REALLY sucked. Not to mention that it was the most ghetto laundromat in the world. I mean there were a good number of “normal” people there, but there was always that mother with 20 garbage bags of laundry and 8 kids, and you know that they ALWAYS bring ALL of their kids to the laundromat. It’s like the cool place to hang I guess. Now there is a laundromat right down the street from me, and Todd has a house now, so he very graciously lets me do my laundry there frequently. THANK YOU!

4. how much riding the bus sucks: Um … I don’t have to ride the bus nearly as much now. Well now I have to take a bus to work (hey! not anymore!), but I don’t need to ride the bus to get somewhere to buy like … tampons. I can get everything I need at stores in around here. Except groceries. My location really needs a grocery store.

5. how much it sucks to live in the ghetto: Well I can’t say I live in Beverly Hills or anything, but I feel much safer and comfortable in my new location.

6. how much I hate hair: The hair situation has cleared up. Especially since I actually brush my hair in the bathroom now. Before I did everything in my bedroom and everything was covered in hair. Now I can go to sleep at night, resting peacefully, not worried that I will wake up with hair stuck in my throat. (That never really happened, I was just joking).

So I guess that most of it was related to my shitty living situation. Not that it was ever horrible. I just felt like I had no privacy, EVER. Most of the time nobody was really there, but I never knew when someone was going to come home, or if the bathroom was going to be free, or if someone was going to walk in while I was trying to cook dinner. I hated sharing a kitchen with weird people. I always felt weird about cooking stuff.
I don’t know, I was just always mad about something. I think I was mad at myself because I just hated everybody and everything all the time. I fought with Todd constantly, for no good reason. I would get mad because he was doing something and I was stuck in a hole. I could never go anywhere at night because I would risk being abudcted by cavemen. The closest place to buy anything was at Sunoco, which has bullet-proof encasings around the cash-register area. I felt like I was a prisoner in my own bedroom because I feared that somebody gay would look at me or try to talk to me if I left my room. I just wanted to be somewhere else. I’m glad I’m not there anymore. I think I might have killed myself. So I guess I really was miserable and I wanted someone to save me from it.

I seriously can’t remember the last time I went into a department store and bought something new to wear. I mean something brand spanking new. Well about a month ago Todd picked me up from work and I smelled like garlic toast and it was like the hottest day of the entire summer. I was wearing jeans and I felt like I was going to puke all over them so we stopped at WalMart and I purchased a pair of shorts to wear so I didn’t have to walk around naked for the rest of the day (because I wasn’t going home). Before that, the last thing I bought was probably in December when I purchased a business suit-interview type outfit. Oh yeah, and last week Todd bought me another business suit … since I had to go to a lot of interviews at the same place and I didn’t want to look like I only had one outfit.
Clothes are so ridiculously expensive. When I was at the mall last week I was at JcPenny and they had this section called like “career girl” or something. It basically consisted of those 3/4 length button up shirts with collars. They were all really nice, but they were like $30 a piece. I go clothes shopping a lot. In fact everytime I get paid I tend to go on a clothes shopping spree. But my clothes shopping sprees occur at GoodWill and Avalon Exchange. GoodWill has a lot of nice dress pants, but they lack in cute tops. Avalon Exchange has some nice tops, but most of the clothes there come from all the size 0 girls around here so everything is really small.
Clothes-wise, I’ve been preparing for a career for months. Everytime that I felt depressed about not having a job I would go shopping and only buy really cute professional clothes. I guess I just hated coming home from work, always smelling like nasty garlic, and never having anything nice to wear. After working at a pizza shop for a year and a half, mostly everything I owned was stained, bleached, or really dirty looking. I’m going to rejoice in getting a few big garbage bags and throwing all of my clothes away. And I have a closet full of nice clothes to wear now! I’ve been saving them … hoarding them, just waiting to have an opportunity to dress up. Yesterday I bought a new pair of dress shoes at Avalon, for $6 dollars! They are awesome, however it does bring my count on “black dress shoes” up to 7 pairs, plus two pairs of dress sandals that are black, so total dress shoes that are black = 9. I have a shoe problem. I will buy shoes even if they don’t fit me. If they catch my eye, I have to buy them. I can’t help it. I love shoes. I really need a shoe rack though. I have two laundry baskets filled with shoes and the floor of my closet is lined with them too. And now I can actually wear EVERY SINGLE PAIR! At Vento’s, I limited my variety of shoes to only two pairs EVER. I will be throwing those away too because they permanently smell like butt juice. I’m not obsessed with sneakers though. If I have two good pairs of those, I’m fine. I’m just obsessed with sandlas, flip-flops, and dress-shoes.
I also love purses. It’s kind of weird too. I never ever carried a purse until I got a cell-phone, which was almost exactly a year ago. I never had anywhere to put my phone, so I decided I would have to carry a purse. But all purses I buy have to be purses that fit perfectly on my shoulder. I hate purses that have those long or adjustable straps on them. Like the ones that you can wear over your chest that bounce off your butt. I’m not all about purses that make me feel like I’m a walking seat-belt. Like a mini-messenger bag, I hate them. Anyways, the only purse I owned was this little blue purse that I think I got as a gift from Todd’s grandma. It wasn’t really my style, so I went out and bought a little black purse. Then I realized that my brown coat and my black purse looked bad together, so I bought a brown purse. Then I thought my black purse was too big so I bought another smaller black purse. Then I became obsessed so everytime I saw a cute purse I had to buy it. Now I have 11 purses. It’s terrible. But it does come in handy. For instance, my latest purse purchase was from Marshalls .. this really cute semi-pleather (but still cute) navy blue purse. So when I bought my second interview outfit, which was navy blue … I already had a purse to match it. I’m sure I got the job because I’m so color coordinated too. I mean, it is important.

Yes, me …. reject of the modern world. I got a job!!!!!! I start Monday!!!! I got a job! I start Monday! I got a job! I start Monday!!!!!!
I work Mon-Fri from 9-5 and I have a one hour upaid lunch break. So … it’s actually only 35 hours a week, but I still make mad loot and I have health benefits. Did you hear that?? HEALTH BENEFITS! MONEY! JOB! MON-FRI!
FULL-TIME! MONEY!

Oh yeah, P.S. — My job is only a 5 minute walk from my apartment!!! 5-MINUTE WALK. Could I be happier? Yeah, I could always be happier. I could have an even better job that is more fun that is cooler and better, but I don’t care because I have a JOB!
My job is REALLY IMPORTANT too.

If someone would hire me that would be great. I’m lazy, I admit it. When I finished college I swore that I wouldn’t be like other people that I know … sitting around, not really looking for a job. But … I did. Just for a while. I just loved being lazy. I loved having no responsibilities other than working at the easiest job in the world. Big changes didn’t sound like something that was right up my alley. My only real worry is money. What am I going to do when I run out of it? I’m not greedy, really. I don’t base happiness on how much money is to be made, and how much of it I can hoard away in my bank account. But living paycheck to paycheck isn’t my idea of happiness either. In fact, when I do have money I will probably find a way to make more. I was educated on just how to do that, and it was all I studied. Make money grow. Finance should be renamed “Money can grow on trees”, you just have to plant them the right way! Hahahaha! Ok, I know … I’m lame. What are you going to do about it?

Job prospects as of now are … who knows. Somebody called me today about a job, but my phone was mysteriously not ringing again. Just like it does just about every time somebody important calls me.

*Note to self* When you find a new job, the first thing you are going to do is:
1. Buy large couldron
2. Buy a newspaper and some gasoline
3. Put newspaper in couldron
4. dump gasoline in couldron
5. Put phone in couldron
6. Throw lit match into couldron
7. Run away fast.

Grrr. Goddamn phone.

XYZ also called me today. There is another position opening and I’m already up for the “second interview”, since I have already been there for interviews. I’m still hanging onto a tiny sliver of hope that someone there wants to hire me. Mostly because, location-wise … its my dream job. 5-minute walk to work, oh yes. 1-hour lunch break so I can come home and nap, oh yes. Money, oh yes. See … money was last on my list. Tomorrow morning, 10am. Wish me luck. I’ve been told that the guy interviewing me asks bizarre questions, so if anyone has any bizarre interview experiences, I’m up for some advice. I’ve had my share of bizarre questions too, but more feedback is always appreciated.

I am a reject of the modern world. Oh well, life goes on. I had an interview the other day. I was rejected. THE END.