Friday, September 7, 2012
Harry Hippie by Bobby Womack
I am officially unemployed.
I'm not really sad about it, which kind of bothers me. All those years (four but still) of financial stability and now I don't know where my next check is coming from. Also, the fact I won't really miss anybody is tugging at the Guilt Wire in my head for some reason.
All I feel is this weird excitement.
No more waking up at 5am to get on two busses and a train to sit at a desk for eight hours.
No more bitchy looks from people in the elevator or awkward silences from a former friend turned trick-ass-bitch in the breakroom.
No more breakroom, conference room, three-hour long meetings or wearing that blue company long-sleeve I loathe with all my soul.
More time writing, being outside during the day, riding my bike... I'll only go out if it's free. I'll cook for myself.
Of course, that means I'll starve and get skinny but I'll finally be able to find clothes in my size at the thrift store so this might work out.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going full-hippie mode. A bitch got bills, you feel me?
This time, I'm going to avoid office gigs outside of temp jobs. Get a solid part-time, doing I have no idea what, but something I'm not gonna hate. I've applied for about three proofreading gigs and one that involves web layout and content.
I'm a writer, I need a gig that involves that. Until then, I'll be a starving artist with a blog praying people click these irrelevant links so I can buy more overpriced coffee to sustain my hippie spirit.
Just kidding. I can afford Folgers... for now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to apply to Dominick's.
I'm not really sad about it, which kind of bothers me. All those years (four but still) of financial stability and now I don't know where my next check is coming from. Also, the fact I won't really miss anybody is tugging at the Guilt Wire in my head for some reason.
All I feel is this weird excitement.
No more waking up at 5am to get on two busses and a train to sit at a desk for eight hours.
No more bitchy looks from people in the elevator or awkward silences from a former friend turned trick-ass-bitch in the breakroom.
No more breakroom, conference room, three-hour long meetings or wearing that blue company long-sleeve I loathe with all my soul.
More time writing, being outside during the day, riding my bike... I'll only go out if it's free. I'll cook for myself.
Of course, that means I'll starve and get skinny but I'll finally be able to find clothes in my size at the thrift store so this might work out.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going full-hippie mode. A bitch got bills, you feel me?
This time, I'm going to avoid office gigs outside of temp jobs. Get a solid part-time, doing I have no idea what, but something I'm not gonna hate. I've applied for about three proofreading gigs and one that involves web layout and content.
I'm a writer, I need a gig that involves that. Until then, I'll be a starving artist with a blog praying people click these irrelevant links so I can buy more overpriced coffee to sustain my hippie spirit.
Just kidding. I can afford Folgers... for now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to apply to Dominick's.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL
Seriously, I am so grateful to each and every one of you clicking on ads and links. I know it's incredibly menial and stupid and I'm sorry for asking but thank you thank you thank you.
You are so cute today.
You adorable, intelligent, supercool beings, you.
May you pass all your upcoming drug tests, you beautiful souls, you.
You are so cute today.
You adorable, intelligent, supercool beings, you.
May you pass all your upcoming drug tests, you beautiful souls, you.
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