Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Friday, September 18, 2009


Time out for self-indulgence.

Work today, ew. I look exceptionally cute today, and I have to go put on my nasty black(though there's red bleach spots now)uniform. I sent in my resume to Anodyne yesterday, and I'm waiting to see if I get called up. I have bad luck with getting hired at decent palces. Though, there is a certain comfort in having a job that you don't value. I can take outrageous amounts of time off to go be with my boyfriend in the warm part of the country, for one. Speaking of the boyfriend, I cannot wait to be in DC next weekend! I miss him tons, and you all know I'm not the mushiest person in the world. I'm worried about when we might see each other next, it might be a while since he's going to Utrecht soon.

My roommate is acting lke a bitch and I can't wait for her to move out. My new roommie is an incredibly nerdy dude who just got back from Taiwan. School is alright, except I can't remember to do the assignments because they're on D2L. Who thought that was a good idea? I hardly remember when I have something in front of me reminding me.

I'm getting sick and I have my period, so I'm whiny and cranky. I'll be over here pouting, guys.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I am going to lose my shnitzel, yo. I will put up with a lot of shit for a job, but we're approaching the deal-breaker threshold. It all started a few weeks ago, with the 5-year anniversary of the store I work at. There was a party outside that the employees weren't allowed to go to, but that I cooked most of the food for. I didn't have to, it was not my job but the buck was passed to me. No one ever said thank you.

The next day, expecting a return to normal, I waltzed in with a grin on my face. The store was pandemonium! People everywhere, all demanding my attention. I hauled sound equiptment inside, not realizing the pain I was about to be subjected to. Four solid hours of acoustic guitar! It just kept getting worse the next day: an electric guitarist with Muzak beats behind him.

Now it's keyboards. For HOURS. I have to hide in the back, ears covered and tears in my eyes. I cannot describe the intense emotional pain this man's playing subjects me to. It makes me want to hurt myself. I must quit this job, for once and for all.