Let’s see what’s bubbling up today:
- Oh, I woke up late because even though yesterday I woke up 8ish AND got exercise AND had 0 lattes and espresso, I still couldn’t sleep. So I watched TV until almost 3am
- I’m groggy, this coffee isnt’ working, and I feel like a full blown loser. OK more like a half blown loser because I’m not moving.
- Really? Really I can’t even get temp work? I don’t even know how this whole thing works but I got the impression you go in one day and the next day you’re answering phones and landing a paycheck. i was wrong. But hey lately I’ve been wrong about a lot of things. Like mixing potstickers, meatless meatballs, vodka sauce, and chili sauce together for dinner. PS, I’m going to call my temp lady so please, no advice. This is what I like to call “expressing my thoughts without intention of garnering advice”
- I have to call Friday’s interview today. I think I’ve given him enough time to talk with other candidates. I know he said there was one on Wednesday, but I need to reassert myself in there.
- Last night’s trip to Trader Joe’s was disaster. and I think I was in a weird mood spot because I yelled at everyone. i just don’t understand how people can be so thoughtless. All you have to do is crane your neck around to see if someone is coming before you pull your cart out into heavy frozen food traffic — dont’ just barrel in front of people. I have no patience in general, but less so for inconsiderate assbags.
Oh! I forgot to tell you! on the way back from I am Legend this weekend, Factor and I
- walked by Forbidden Planet and saw all these Uglydolls in the window! They have the MOST ADORABLE WHITE ONES. Oh sweet lord they are so cute. first paycheck I am so getting a white goofy looking one. Yes, they’re all goofy looking, but some more than others.
- I got to exercise my middle finger! We were crossing the street. Legally, with the white guy walking sign lit up. and this black Lincoln screams around the corner as we’re crossing and comes VERY close to my Factor. i went into rabid hedgehog mode and yelled “what the FUCK!” and waved my right arm angrily upwards. He. beeped. at. me. So I snarled and gave him the ole flesh covered anger digit. Oh middle finger, I miss you from the days I used to drive.
That felt great.
