Out of Range

It has only been four days since my last post, but it seems longer. I'm so used to writing at least once a day, if not more, when I start skipping days those days feel like centuries. It seems as though I should have something noteworthy and exciting to update the world on, but I don't. Life is life, and it hasn't changed much.

I only have to work two days this week, and for that I'm thankful. Work is becoming harder and harder to get through. Elisabete is utterly insane. She turns my relatively easy job into a burden. I would give you a blow by blow of the shit she pulled last week, but it's really not worth it. Just more of the same crap I've been writing about for over a year. On the positive side, her idiocy has driven me to start sending my resume out again. My work place is toxic, I need to get out of it before it kills my soul! So...here's to hoping my resumes find there way onto the desks of sane individuals at stable institutions who want to hire me and pay me more than I am currently making.

Additionally, mom and I have been grating on each others nerves more than usual, and that has pushed me to start seriously looking for apartments. I was actually suppose to look at a studio apartment in the Bronx this afternoon, but I wound up cancelling when I discovered how horribly far it was from anything even resembling public transportation. If I moved to Throgs Neck it would take me two hours to get to work everyday. It takes less time to get to midtown from central Jersey!!! Two hours means I wouldn't get home from work till after midnight, and that's unacceptable. So, yeah, there was no way I was gonna take the apartment so I figured, why waste my time going to look at it. I've patrolled craigslist, sent out some emails, and hopefully some other opportunities will manifest.

That's the news.

Cheers!

"What I been trying to be lately"

The old scary guy in the cowboy hat just told he would love to have me bite him with my teeth! This is my job people, is it any wonder I'm loooking for a way out?

Just submitted my resume for Library Assistant positions at both Columbia and NYU. The Columbia position is similar to my current one, work 3-11 sun-th, and while the hours are definitely not that great, it has the perk of offering me two days off in a row, not to mention consistent work hours. So, I hope one, or preferably both of them, contact me for an interview.

It's quiet tonight. I suppose a lot of students have already left for Thanksgiving. It's nice. I don't have the shush anyone, or tell people to turn off their cellphones. I just get to sit here and be still. I hope tomorrow is the same.

I need to compile a Christmas list. As usual I have no idea what I want. So far I've come up with four things:

New camera
New laundry basket
New bras
New PJ bottoms

Since the bras and PJ bottoms are items I will need to try on before purchasing, I'm hoping mother or whoever will simply give me money and let me go pick them out myself. But knowing my mother she will most likely ignore any such request, buy me a pajama set that doesn't fit, and I'll just end up returning it and purchasing one that does. After 25 years you'd think she'd come to accept that she can't pick out clothes for me.

Got another lead on the apartment front, we'll see if this one pans out.

Carla

Later, 7:40PM - Slow guy (I.E. mildly autistic guy) just asked if I would like to have dinner with him! Will somebody please tell me what the hell is up with all the males tonight?!

Even Later, 8:41PM - Sabri just asked me to the movies. Some one PUHLEEZE make them stop!!!

Meme stolen from gender_euphoric

(replace the [bracketed] bits with your own info.)

My journal is called [My Love is Vengeance That's Never Free], because [my life is a never ending search for love *rolls eyes* and as far as song lyrics go that's the one that most closely describes the way I love others.]

My subtitle is [heaven is hard and fire unfaithful] because [it's true. Perfection is almost impossible to achieve and the percieved perfection detected through passion is typically fleeting]

My friends page is called [i don't have a name for my friends page] because [I can't think of anything appropriately witty].

My username is [morrigirl] because [that is my all purpose online monicker]

My name on the user info page is [soul lover] because [it's the song that most accurately describes how I've been loving people recently.]

My default userpic is [the Dark Crystal icon I stole offa some chick's website. I know it's evil to steal icons without crediting the creator, but I REALLY wanted a Dark Crystal icon with the Crystal prophecy on it. Dark Crystal was my favorite movie as a kid, and one I return to time and again. ]

And a quiz:

You scored as Sloth. </td> Sloth 94% Gluttony 56% Pride 56% Wrath 44% Lust 44% Envy 38% Greed 6% Seven deadly sins created with QuizFarm.com