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Yeah, I'm still alive. Really, I did not, in fact, die. Sorry I've been out of contact for so long, again. I just needed a break from everyone and everything for a little bit. But I'm back now. For real.
Updates on life, etc:
The trip home was actually very very nice. I wound up making the decision to skip town for a few days at the very last minute. I just could not be in the city another minute. It turned out to be just what I needed. I got to spend hours upon hours in the pool, sipping margaritas and catching some sun. And I pretty much had the house to myself since everyone was working. Got to hang out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wilde_moon my first night back, which is always fun (she needs to come up here and visit!). I was supposed to see Matt, but he kept not calling me back until it was too late, so I finally said whatever and skipped it. Mostly, I just ate a lot, and relaxed a lot. It was nice not really having to worry about anything for just a little bit.
Work sucks. I know there's a serious pattern with me where, every job I have ever had has began really well, and I like it, and it's great, etc. And within a few months, I hate it. Well, this job has pretty much turned out the same. There's just so much drama and BS it doesn't seem worth it, anymore. So I've decided to go ahead and start looking for a full-time job, earlier than I had anticipated. I need to get away from this place. I'm starting to not only dislike my job, but also my coworkers, who were my friends. And I don't want it to go that route. Without going into too much detail, we had a staff meeting last week, in which every single person took turns explaining concerns and problems. For a good 45 minutes, they ganged up on me, and I just kind of had to sit there and take it because they wouldn't let me talk back. I'm not putting it on them: obviously when that many people are pissed off at me, I have done something(s) wrong. So, long story short, I'm hitting the job market, which kind of sucks because I have no idea what I'm doing or what I want to do. So here's hoping for that.
For anyone that didn't know, this weekend was Chicago Pride 2006. It was a crazy weekend. Work aside (which sucks because we were busy, but I made less money that I usually make on a Tuesday), life was just insane. I went out Friday night, met Michael, and barhopped most of the night, finally landing at LJ's. There I met a cute southern boy, and we wound up making out until the girl he was with finally dragged him off back to their hotel. I got home at about 8 Saturday morning, woke up for work at 11, and worked until 8. Then I went barhopping again, hitting every bar on the strip to say hi to all my friends. Got home about 3 yesterday morning, and had to be at Colby's party at 9. Let's just say a little hair of the dog turned into a hairy puppy. As per usual, the goal of Colby's pride party is to get fucked up before the parade, and as usual, no one was dissapointed. (I actually did a beer bong). In the mean time, there was a guy, Matthew, who was the straight brother of one of the straight girls Colby is friends with. Upon further conversation, I found out that he's "Straight/Curious." Short version: he's neither straight, nor curious, anymore; and we didn't see any of the parade. Now, history shows me that this never goes well, but we're supposed to go out sometime this week. I'm not putting all my eggs in the basket, but what a nice way to spend Pride:)
Anyway, that's the short of it right now. Life's just kinda, life, right now. In-between. S'cool, though, because I don't feel crazy anymore. And that's a good thing.
Updates on life, etc:
The trip home was actually very very nice. I wound up making the decision to skip town for a few days at the very last minute. I just could not be in the city another minute. It turned out to be just what I needed. I got to spend hours upon hours in the pool, sipping margaritas and catching some sun. And I pretty much had the house to myself since everyone was working. Got to hang out with
wilde_moon my first night back, which is always fun (she needs to come up here and visit!). I was supposed to see Matt, but he kept not calling me back until it was too late, so I finally said whatever and skipped it. Mostly, I just ate a lot, and relaxed a lot. It was nice not really having to worry about anything for just a little bit.Work sucks. I know there's a serious pattern with me where, every job I have ever had has began really well, and I like it, and it's great, etc. And within a few months, I hate it. Well, this job has pretty much turned out the same. There's just so much drama and BS it doesn't seem worth it, anymore. So I've decided to go ahead and start looking for a full-time job, earlier than I had anticipated. I need to get away from this place. I'm starting to not only dislike my job, but also my coworkers, who were my friends. And I don't want it to go that route. Without going into too much detail, we had a staff meeting last week, in which every single person took turns explaining concerns and problems. For a good 45 minutes, they ganged up on me, and I just kind of had to sit there and take it because they wouldn't let me talk back. I'm not putting it on them: obviously when that many people are pissed off at me, I have done something(s) wrong. So, long story short, I'm hitting the job market, which kind of sucks because I have no idea what I'm doing or what I want to do. So here's hoping for that.
For anyone that didn't know, this weekend was Chicago Pride 2006. It was a crazy weekend. Work aside (which sucks because we were busy, but I made less money that I usually make on a Tuesday), life was just insane. I went out Friday night, met Michael, and barhopped most of the night, finally landing at LJ's. There I met a cute southern boy, and we wound up making out until the girl he was with finally dragged him off back to their hotel. I got home at about 8 Saturday morning, woke up for work at 11, and worked until 8. Then I went barhopping again, hitting every bar on the strip to say hi to all my friends. Got home about 3 yesterday morning, and had to be at Colby's party at 9. Let's just say a little hair of the dog turned into a hairy puppy. As per usual, the goal of Colby's pride party is to get fucked up before the parade, and as usual, no one was dissapointed. (I actually did a beer bong). In the mean time, there was a guy, Matthew, who was the straight brother of one of the straight girls Colby is friends with. Upon further conversation, I found out that he's "Straight/Curious." Short version: he's neither straight, nor curious, anymore; and we didn't see any of the parade. Now, history shows me that this never goes well, but we're supposed to go out sometime this week. I'm not putting all my eggs in the basket, but what a nice way to spend Pride:)
Anyway, that's the short of it right now. Life's just kinda, life, right now. In-between. S'cool, though, because I don't feel crazy anymore. And that's a good thing.
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Y'see, this is what the grown-ups never ever tell you.
And they should.
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