Not really.
But I'm a salary slave.
I knew it, oh how I knew it. I really didn't want to take this job because I knew it'd be the same old situation with just a different twist. But I got guilted into it by family and my own conscience of not having a laid out plan or investors for my new business idea (s), so I took it because it was offered to me.
Hard to turn down a job that just shows up at your doorstep. It's like finding a puppy on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Only not nearly as cute. Anyhow, I worked 80+ hours last week, and am fucking tired. I worked until after 7pm last night and got a work call at 7am from one of the bosses this morning--not to fear, I'd been up at work since 6:30am. I don't know when my next day off will be...and...ugh. I feel like quiting (not joking--I even sent off a nasty response of an email that I copied to everyone; you know how you do stupid shit like that to get fired? That'd be me at this point in time).
In other news and speaking of puppies--we're getting one. Notice no exclamation point. And it's not just in case evil cat of hell happens to read this (she hates exclamation points unless they're only used for an exclamation. Like yipee!).
Remember the story about the crazy guy who started fire to his estrange wife's mother's porch and then sent the cops after them? It's a long story--but the short version is he's quite ill, just got a great pyrenees puppy and wants someone to 'look after it' while he gets better. He knows the puppy will be safe with us and especially since we have experience with these large beasts.
The thing is, he's very ill it sounds like. So we're basically getting the dog, unless he makes a rapid and unexpected recovery. Mutual friends of his and my father are telling us he's not much longer for this world, in their opinion.
So my father and mother are going over tomorrow to pick up the puppy. I'll soon have two Jeffersons. I have no idea exactly how old this puppy is, or what it's name is. But if we end up keeping it for good, maybe we'll have to change his name to Aaron Burr.
Oh and the teacher that I had who's brother had a pretty impressive role in No Country for Old Men? Saw him and his wife this weekend. That was nice. Told him I saw his brother in the film and it took me until the end to realize it was his brother; but what fun that must've been for him (the brother). He said he got a call offering the job, but he thought they meant come in for an audition. But they really just wanted him to take the job and were worried he'd say no. Who'd say no to the Cohen brothers? Crazy eh?
It was good to see him. Another person to befriend in town, although it seems kind of strange to become friends with an old high school teacher for some reason. He's a lot closer in age(i'm guessing no more than 10 years older than I) to me than any of my college professors were, but it seems more reasonable to hang out with them as friends than him. Probably because in college you're a lot closer to being a true adult than you are in high school. Ugh. I suppose if he wants to hang out from only knowing of my high school years, I'm off to a good start--I think I'm more interesting now. And high schoolers tend to be cRaZy.
Although I could just be full of myself. I was probably more interesting as a high schooler and a lot less crazy than I am now..
I'm not making sense. And I gotta get back to work. Hopefully I can finish before it gets dark so I can take the dog on a walk. He's mad at me. I won't even mention the cat. Don't be surprised if you read something in the paper about a neglectful pet owner getting mauled to death by her cat in WA state.
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Puppy!!!
I'm adding the exclamation points! Yippee!
Now I'm definitely coming out for a walk, sounds like you might need help wearing out two beasties.
Jobs' aint nuthin' but work...still, I kinda wish I had one.
@AtomBlonde - want mine? It's yours--and yes, you should come for a walk. Oh, by the by, you really should. It might freak out my parents a little bit, but they'll get over it (you know, internet peoples...plus I really did have a very very bad experience with meeting someone online when I was young and stupid and it almost caused my father to have a heart attack [in reality I was okay--it was just fucking weird and I'm mostly embarrassed by it now and don't talk about it])
BUT...what I'm trying to get out in the worst possible way is; any time you and your family (or just you, whatever) want to come visit, please do. until June we have a guest house. It's my sister's house but it's empty until the summer months, then it's empty again until a few weeks in winter. So your crew could come down for the weekend, if ya wanted to.
Damn. I'm so sorry about the job. That's rough. Maybe cute puppy will cheer you up. But then cute puppies do have a tendency to pee on things and then chew it up so I hope it doesn't add to your frustration. I have no idea who would say no to the Cohen brothers but it is nice to know they think someone would. Good Luck with everything.
yay puppies! I think jefferson would do well with a little buddy to play with. and aaron burr for sure, ha!
good luck with the crappy job, I really hope that you find something that clicks for you soon!
I can't speak of the high school you, but the current you is pretty f'n interesting. But yes, a little bit crazy.
I think you gave me advice not too long ago not to work myself into burn-out. Just sayin'.
hi rachel!
so much on your plate. and to think the cohens are worried they get turned down..
well best of luck. but try to take a moment to yourself. hope thats easier done than said. take care.