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[Jan. 30th, 2010|02:58 am] |
Just finished my tax return. Turns out I lived on less than twelve thousand dollars last year. Just barely above the poverty line, haha.
I'm kinda perversely proud of that. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2009|05:00 am] |
Woke up at four in the morning. Using my brother's laptop to type this. He's sleeping about fifteen feet away. My mom and her boyfriend are asleep in the next room. She didn't tell me he was going to be here.
It's a seven hour drive back to Columbus. If it wasn't Christmas I might have left already. |
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| Nothing hurts when I go to sleep. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|07:08 am] |
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| | Ben Folds Five - Narcolepsy | ] |
Hey, I finally stopped procrastinating and feeling sorry for myself long enough to write something! 'Course, it's so short that it barely qualifies as a story, but whatever. I like it.
( Between the Shores ) |
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| Smacking down the shadows of fashion. |
[Sep. 18th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
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| | Master of Tartarus - Shoji Meguro | ] |
Right now I'm watching WWE Smackdown!, playing Persona 3 on the commercial breaks, and keeping an eye on the clock so I don't miss Project Runway at ten.
Sometimes I confuse myself. |
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| Turning misery into meaningfulness, changing day after day-ay-ay-ay... |
[Sep. 4th, 2009|02:31 pm] |
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| | relieved | ] |
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| | Your Affection - Shoji Meguro | ] |
Barring a major fuck-up with my drug test, I've finally got a job. The temp agency I signed up with a couple weeks ago placed me at a company that packs medical equipment for a third shift ninety day assignment with a temp-to-hire possibility. I'm a little nervous about the whole thing since I've never worked a factory/warehouse or third shift job before. But hey, it's a Monday to Friday position and it pays better than any job I've ever held, so that's a bonus.
Going in to do the drug test today was lots of fun. I've always had some difficulty urinating in a public environment so I was at the office about an hour and a half longer than I should have been trying to produce a sample. I drank so much water in an attempt to force myself to pee that at one point I was close to vomiting.
"I'M GONNA PEE RIGHT HERE"
"..."
"OKAY NEVER MIND" |
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|04:26 pm] |
I got fired today.
This is getting ridiculous. I've now gone through three jobs in the last six months - the first two I quit because they were insufferable. But getting fired from this one really stings because I liked the job a lot and I thought that, after some initial difficulties, had been fitting in pretty well. According to the manager I don't "fit into the system" which, by his own admission, is completely broken.
I'm starting to realize that I'm never going to be able to work in a foodservice job long term. Even when I find one I like it doesn't end up working out. Not counting the time I worked for my dad the longest stretch I've had at any one job has been a year, and I only lasted that long because I was getting paid really well. But there isn't much else for me out there given my lack of education and technical knowledge. And what's really frustrating about it is that at these jobs I serve people every day who are fucking retarded yet make more in a couple of months than I do in a year.
It gets to me. |
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[May. 10th, 2009|02:35 pm] |
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| | Mets game on the radio. | ] |
My dad's moving to Denver. Over the past couple of years I've gotten used to my family being scattered to the winds but this is going to mark the first time that nobody will live anywhere near each other. My brother is going to school just north of NYC, my Grandmother lives in southern Florida, and my dad's going to be out in Colorado. Up until now he had been living in Jacksonville, so if I wanted to see both him and my Grandmother it'd at worst be a matter of driving a few hours from there to Fort Lauderdale.
Here's the thing, though - as cruel as it might sound, I don't really miss any of them that much. Sure, I love them and enjoy their company when we're together, but the urge to visit them arises in me so rarely that it's barely even an issue. That in itself wouldn't be an issue if it weren't for my dad constantly telling me that he misses me and wants nothing more than for me to live in the same city as him. I placate him by saying that I'm not in the position to move anywhere at the moment but that I'll think about it in the future.
The truth of the matter is that I have no intention of leaving Columbus anytime soon. To my own surprise I've actually grown to like it here. I've come to realize that most of the things I dislike about this city aren't at all unique to Columbus or even Ohio. At some point I'm going to have to work up the nerve to tell that to my dad, that as much as I love him it's time for him to move on.
Man, that's gonna suck. |
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| Baseball's back! |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:51 am] |
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Meet the Mets, meet the Mets,
Step right up and greet the Mets.
Bring your kiddies, bring your wife,
Guaranteed to have the time of your life!
Because the Mets are really sockin' the ball,
Knockin' those home runs over the wall.
Eaaaaaast side, Weeeeeeest side, everybody's coming doooooown,
To meet the M-E-T-S Mets, of New York town.
Oh, the butcher and the baker and the people on the streets,
Where did they go? To MEET THE METS!
Oh, they're hollerin' and cheerin' and they're jumpin' in their seats,
Where did they go? To MEET THE METS!
All the fans are true to the orange and blue,
So hurry up and come on down -
'cause we've got ourselves a ball club,
The Mets of New York town!
Give 'em a yell! Give 'em a hand!
And let 'em know you're rootin' in the staaaaands!
Come on and...
Meet the Mets, meet the Mets,
Step right up and greet the Mets.
Bring your kiddies, bring your wife,
Guaranteed to have the time of your life!
Because the Mets are really sockin' the ball,
Knockin' those home runs over the wall.
Eaaaaaaast side, Weeeeeeest side, everybody's coming doooooooown,
To meet the M-E-T-S Mets,
Of Neeeew Yoooork toooooown,
Of Neeeeeeeeeeeew Yooooooooooooork tooooooooooooown! |
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[Apr. 1st, 2009|09:30 pm] |
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I can't listen to SigSig anymore without thinking about TGA, and that really depresses me. |
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| Hmm. |
[Feb. 17th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Daikanyama Elegy - Kirinji | ] |
I didn't make a post about this when it happened (since it matters little), but a few weeks ago I took a job as a shift manager at Einstein Bros., which is a bagel chain with three locations in Columbus. It's not bad as far as foodservice jobs go - decent pay, easy work, and it's always in the morning so even if I'm there for a full day I'm always out by 4 PM at the latest.
Apparently my bosses have been just blown away by the job I've been doing so far, which I'm not that surprised by. Not 'cause I've been incredible or anything, but because my co-workers are pretty pathetic. Nice enough people, just bad at their jobs. Today my GM says that if our store reaches a certain sales quota he'll have enough to hire an Assistant General Manager and that I'm in the running for the position.
I told him that I was flattered and that I hope to continue to live up to his expectations, but I did so with more than a twinge of anxiety. It's not that I hate my job or anything, it's just that I absolutely do not want to be doing it for the rest of my life. And taking another step up the ladder sucks me further into that vortex.
"Right now, this is a job. If I advance any higher, this would be my career. And if this were my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train."
But on the other hand, what am I supposed to do? I can't make a living writing for SNP as a freelancer and I have no idea if they have any intentions to bring me on full time. Writing creatively would only pay the bills if I were to craft a novel and find a buyer, which is a longshot to say the least.
When is it okay to give up? At what point do I decide that the most prudent, adult thing to do would be to throw all my energy into a foodservice career and try to craft a life around that?
God. Being a grown-up sucks. |
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