Thursday, August 26, 2004
I'm Gonna Wash This Job Right Out of my Hair
"...work is just a thing that you do when you’re not doing the things or people that you love most. It's what I do when I’m not trying to convince my mom that we are actually going to need to split a bottle, not a glass, of wine; when I'm not making silly birthday cards with construction paper and Elmer’s glue; when I'm not trying to bite my boyfriend’s chin, tease him about his lack of Scrabble skills, or invent absurd stories we can tell people about the way we met. It’s not your life; it’s just how you fund it." ~smitten
I've been so wrapped in the misery of this ridiculous job situation, I'd forgotten that having a life means so much more than making a living.
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I've been so wrapped in the misery of this ridiculous job situation, I'd forgotten that having a life means so much more than making a living.
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Monday, August 23, 2004
Which way to the soup line
So, I got fired today. Well, not so much fired as asked firmly to resign. I can't say I'm surprised, I knew it was coming. I was supposed to be smack in the middle of a two week probation but apparently by two weeks, they meant one. I found out as I was sitting in the cafeteria of the county courthouse, smack in the middle of my first day of jury duty. Could I come into the office at the end of the day to "talk"? I agreed then promptly called my mom/career counselor to talk strategy. Thank God I had a box in the back seat of my car, just waiting for this moment to come. By 4:30 I was out of the jury box and off to face the music. By 6 I had cleared out my desk, given them a few pieces of my mind and was on my way home. I was upset, who wouldn't be, not so much at the loss of a job that I hated more than anything or the implied failure that comes along with it, but because I hadn't managed to get a new job while I was still employed at the old. I'm not sure what to do next or where to go from here. Things could be worse. I could have spent the last 5 months the way I spent the year before that. Help, anyone, please.
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Friday, August 13, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Obsession
Thursday, August 05, 2004
So I was standing outside P.F. Changs on Tuesday, taking an ill-deserved break from work with my friend Michelle, when my favorite reality star ever walked out the door and into my sight line. I was cool, making brief eye contact and offering a small wave. He was cooler, and much better looking than he appeared on TV. After a brief interruption, he came over and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Troy," as if I didn't know. We chatted about Trump and his mom. He wanted to linger, I could see it in his eyes. Or maybe that was fear, I can never tell.
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