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No, your eyes do not decieve you. That is my smile icon. Why, you might ask?
I'm writing this as the newest OfficeMax Supervisor. I had the interview this morning (actually, two of them) and I kicked ass. Also, this is not a job in the QCs, it's a job in Chicago. Which, ergo, means I am not moving afterall.
Let me fill you in: I went home this past weekend to visit and assess the situation. My dad is a thousand times better now that the surgery is finally over. He pulled through it and is doing amazing. They had him standing they day that I visited! It'll be at least 6 months before he can walk without anyone helping him, though. Anyway, because everyone was right there, they were kind of making it seem worse than it really was (Mom, Brian, dad being hurt, etc.), and I found out that they really don't need me like I thought they did. So I didn't feel that pressure anymore.
The other thing was that Home Depot is not paying enough. So I would've had to move home because I couldn't afford this lifestyle. But now...now I can. I'm not going to be rolling in the dough or anything, but I should be able to get by quite nice. So that took care of the other half of "I need to move!" So my official decision is: no, I am not moving. At least not now. We'll give it a few months and see where I'm at.
I ended it with Sam, like, completely. He kept blowing me off and basically taking me for granted. So, the other night I snapped on him. I told him that he's "24 years old for god's sakes, make a fucking decision. if you want to be with me, fine, if you don't, let me know so we can end this now." he said he didn't know, so I told him that I would make a decision: it's over. It was relatively tame considering some of my break-ups. Then again, we weren't really "together" so maybe that's why. What's bad is that he called me two hours later crying because he got fired. I tried to be nice and understanding (hello...was just there a few months ago), and then he goes "so can I come over?" That's when I hung up on him.
Now, I'm not a supersticious man (um...maybe a little), but as I was leaving the QCs Sunday, I stopped and bought a scratch lotto ticket, and won $5. I've never won anything on those before. It kind of seemed like a sign that I was making the right decision. And bam, new job. Bam, I dropped a bad guy. So, maybe there's something to it. Not to piss off any dieties that may be watching, maybe my luck's changing? Gods, but I hope so. I'd kinda like to end this year on a good note. Also, today is a nice rainy cold October day. I love it!
I'm writing this as the newest OfficeMax Supervisor. I had the interview this morning (actually, two of them) and I kicked ass. Also, this is not a job in the QCs, it's a job in Chicago. Which, ergo, means I am not moving afterall.
Let me fill you in: I went home this past weekend to visit and assess the situation. My dad is a thousand times better now that the surgery is finally over. He pulled through it and is doing amazing. They had him standing they day that I visited! It'll be at least 6 months before he can walk without anyone helping him, though. Anyway, because everyone was right there, they were kind of making it seem worse than it really was (Mom, Brian, dad being hurt, etc.), and I found out that they really don't need me like I thought they did. So I didn't feel that pressure anymore.
The other thing was that Home Depot is not paying enough. So I would've had to move home because I couldn't afford this lifestyle. But now...now I can. I'm not going to be rolling in the dough or anything, but I should be able to get by quite nice. So that took care of the other half of "I need to move!" So my official decision is: no, I am not moving. At least not now. We'll give it a few months and see where I'm at.
I ended it with Sam, like, completely. He kept blowing me off and basically taking me for granted. So, the other night I snapped on him. I told him that he's "24 years old for god's sakes, make a fucking decision. if you want to be with me, fine, if you don't, let me know so we can end this now." he said he didn't know, so I told him that I would make a decision: it's over. It was relatively tame considering some of my break-ups. Then again, we weren't really "together" so maybe that's why. What's bad is that he called me two hours later crying because he got fired. I tried to be nice and understanding (hello...was just there a few months ago), and then he goes "so can I come over?" That's when I hung up on him.
Now, I'm not a supersticious man (um...maybe a little), but as I was leaving the QCs Sunday, I stopped and bought a scratch lotto ticket, and won $5. I've never won anything on those before. It kind of seemed like a sign that I was making the right decision. And bam, new job. Bam, I dropped a bad guy. So, maybe there's something to it. Not to piss off any dieties that may be watching, maybe my luck's changing? Gods, but I hope so. I'd kinda like to end this year on a good note. Also, today is a nice rainy cold October day. I love it!
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*hugs hard*
~Nebula
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*hugs*
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That's awesome!
You sound way better and that's great!
*snuggles*
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So is this a 9-5 type thing? If so, Common Rotation doesn't go on until 9 if you want to show up. I made reservations for myself, my mother, Michael, and Kristin. Although Tina hasn't told Kristin yet if she has the day off. It's the 24th.
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