Hey, bookstore gig isn't all bad.
Oh, not at all. The gig itself seems easy enough (help people find their textbooks and whatnot). And if I can't find anything else by Friday, I'm taking it, at least for the two or three weeks. I just know I'd feel bad if A) this KC job comes through very quickly or B) I look around and find a better-paying job to go "permanent" (*cough cough*) with. Actually, I won't really feel bad about A at all, cause dammit, I want a real job that gives me real money for doing real work.
Actually, I want a fake job that gives me real money for doing nothing, but we can't have everything.
P-C, if the idea is to stretch your bank account further while you seek a job in your field, bookstore gig sounds good.
P-C, if the idea is to stretch your bank account further while you seek a job in your field, bookstore gig sounds good.
Yeah, that's the idea. And it's better than the great big nothing I have now. Even Jayne could do the math.
So I was just sitting here, finishing reading some stuff and getting ready to head out to pick up a check, when my standoffish-in-daylight cat came over and laid herself over my hip and looked up at me adorably. Obviously, I'm trapped. I may have to call in to work if I can reach the phone from here. "I'm sorry, I can't come in today, my cat is being affectionate. I don't know when I'll be able to leave."
Aimee-- I agree that this woman is being hugely thoughtless, but I would advise just not going and sending polite apologies. Don't drive anyone there, either, as they will just try to get you to stay once you get there. The MoH needs a smackdown, but not from you, not if you want to spare the bride agita. After all, she has a lifetime of being RELATED to this harpy.
Also, while we're on the subject of my finances, I wanted to note that I should count myself lucky. My dad called last night, and he was under the impression that I was much broker than I actually am. He was going to put some money in my Bank of America account (his name's on it too, so it's easy) for me. I told him that wait, no, I had several thousand dollars and could survive for a few months on my own. I didn't need his money right now (he gave me some at the end of the family vacation, but he always does that, and I just consider it feeding me).
My parents don't seem to support me in this endeavor verbally, mentally, or emotionally, but they do financially, and I'm lucky for that.
The MoH is her best friend from childhood.
I want to drop out of her wedding and just move out of her building and just not be friends with her.
Cass, you think he wants to test his musical expertise with that "Hit me," thing. Really. Nsm.
Aimee, if you shoot her, scrub off with Ajax after(Fools the GSR test)
"This is why God made credit cards."
Dumbass. This is why half of America is financially fucked like Faith on prom night.
To say that so blithely makes her an insensitive fuckwit of the highest order.
Some folks need killin'.
I will be editing the unfunniest bit of comedy ever, this week. Whose god did I piss off?
I refuse to put myself, my husband, and my very small baby any further into debt to appease your class insecurity and insensitivity to other people.
Emily is brilliant.
That MoH is such a twat.
OTOH, you could withdraw the mystery $2000 from your bank account and ... no, wait. You need to find the person screwing with your bank account and give them the MoH's information.
Edited to be clear who I was talking about.
