Instead of wishing for 2011, I'm fixing to grab 2010 by its trifling throat and slam it into a wall. This whole victim life-happening-to-me thing is tired.
This situation was grating on me, sitting around and waiting for good things to drop into my lap... so I grabbed my ovaries and called that job back.
I have an interview. They'd meant to call me but I got lost in the shuffle.
Tomorrow I get to go to the doctor, and by Friday we should be moved into the new place.
Now to work on knocking out my student loans--I might have to sell my plasma, but they've gotta get paid.
Today makes me want to cry.
The bus schedules in our city changed on June 6. This wouldn't be so bad, if by "changed" they didn't mean "were drastically cut". I sat outside for 45 minutes today in the heat only for my work bus to not come. I came in, checked the schedule, and find that it doesn't even run any more. There are no buses that can get me from here to there (which is about 8 miles away--I'm okay with walking, and walking a lot, but in the summer that is murder) and I have no ride at all.
So I called work. They pretty much gave me the silent treatment until I had to quit, over the phone, like a heel. That's 2 jobs in 1 month this bus system has cost me.
This wouldn't be so so bad if that other job hadn't started dragging its feet on calling me back for a second round. I took the aptitude test, and they haven't been in touch. I know I didn't fail it. I just don't know what's going on here.
Not only that, but my bank account is somehow 500$ overdrawn because, in making a goodwill effort to pay off a debt monthly, the debtors decided to take out a larger amount than I agreed to (when I was sure I had the right amount of funds) and now won't refund it.
God, I want this year to be over. I just want someone to give me a chance. I hate sounding so whiny, and I hate always worrying, but this is shaping up to be a miserable god damned summer. I don't know what to do.
2010, you and I need to have a talk.
Yes. A Talk.
YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS
POSSIBLY GETTING EVICTED FROM YOUR APARTMENT
OH WELL AT LEAST THAT MEANS I WON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THESE FUCKERS ANYMORE LOL
I AM A LITERARY WARRIOR AND THE ADVERB IS MY QUARRY *GRRR*
Seriously, I went from abusing them to hating them in about a week, after reading a writing article that pointed out abuse of adverbs kneecaps otherwise solid writing.
NO ADVERB IS SAFE
Not a lot of to talk about, but I'm going to do it anyway!
- I lost that job that I hated! Well, it was halfway between quitting and getting fired. Hopefully I get a callback from another place here sometime soon.
- I've been doing nothing of note except relaxing and writing. I'm very happy, but some money would be nice. lol
How is everyone doing?
I RETURN TO THE LAND OF LIVEJOURNAL TO POSE A QUERY:
How many of you fabulous bitches are competing in NaNoWriMo this year? :DDDD
30 minutes of straight cardio. No breaks, no music.
I am a fucking badass.
My new workout shirt sure is worth its weight in gold, though. Whew, that's some sweat. o.O