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Well, I got the dishes done, after two weeks of eating with plastic forks of paper napkins. And read one of my five articles for Intro, due tuesday. Haven't even opened a book or pretended to clean the apartment (as in, move stuff around). Mostly just been sitting here, listlessly cruising the net.
Got a call from Food for Thought, the first catering company I worked for. Haven't heard from them since Thanksgiving. Sue, who's working in staffing now, wanted to know if everything was okay because no one's heard from me. I filled her in on the B.J. situation. She sounded suprised, because all of the supervisors love me (well, except maybe one), and so do the higher-ups. She's going to look into it, but she pretty much said she'd make sure they start calling me for work. She gave me 4 days in May. At this point in the game, I really don't care all that much, but I guess it was kind of nice to know someone thought about me.
I think I'm going to make something to eat, and watch Sleeping Beauty. Maybe it'll make me feel a little better. I've been in a funk all afternoon, and I can't shake it. I'm definetely going out tonight. I really shouldn't spend the money, because it's bad enough to be at the point of "Do I want to eat for the rest of the month, or do I want to drink for one night?". But, I don't care. I just don't. Fuck it.
All of it.
Got a call from Food for Thought, the first catering company I worked for. Haven't heard from them since Thanksgiving. Sue, who's working in staffing now, wanted to know if everything was okay because no one's heard from me. I filled her in on the B.J. situation. She sounded suprised, because all of the supervisors love me (well, except maybe one), and so do the higher-ups. She's going to look into it, but she pretty much said she'd make sure they start calling me for work. She gave me 4 days in May. At this point in the game, I really don't care all that much, but I guess it was kind of nice to know someone thought about me.
I think I'm going to make something to eat, and watch Sleeping Beauty. Maybe it'll make me feel a little better. I've been in a funk all afternoon, and I can't shake it. I'm definetely going out tonight. I really shouldn't spend the money, because it's bad enough to be at the point of "Do I want to eat for the rest of the month, or do I want to drink for one night?". But, I don't care. I just don't. Fuck it.
All of it.
