That's right, Patrick and I are back together (thank God!). It was awful without him, and I am so happy to be back with him. It wasn't easy. Last night I went over to get my stuff, and we had a long and at times very painful conversation/argument for hours. The end result of which was we want to be with eachother, so that is what we are going to do. It's nice. I missed him a alot. Although, this weekend he goes back to Michigan for some of his spring break, so I will have to miss him for a few more days--but in a much happier way.
Well not everyone, but my family and the people at work and all my friends here in Chicago which means most of the people I am in contact with regularly. This is kind of a relief because now I don't have to tell anyone anymore because I hate that moment and the sad look they give you. Sad looks just piss me off. I know I am sad, but looking at me like that does not actually make me feel better it just makes me want to kick you.
Not you, obviously, but the looker.
I also hate seeing or hearing or reading about things we had plans for together. Now I have to do them alone or without and just that little reminder makes my day crappy. I would like to have a crappy-free day. Last week had lots of them, this week not so much.
I had an interview with a consulting firm this morning that seemed much more promising then the last one. I filled out tax paperwork and everything, and the interview portion was much better then last time. Anyway, hopefully soon I will have some for real jobishness. We shall see; I was there for two plus hours, and then I went to work for a full day. I am beat.
It was great! We went tonight and sat way up high looking down on everything. I enjoyed it because watching them play and hearing this amazing music somehow didn't quite connect--what I was hearing seemed like so much more then what they were doing, what I was seeing. It was way cool. I am doing it again, and when I win the lottery I am getting season tickets and a box of my own.
The lottery I speak of is the imaginary $365 million dollar one in my head. I will also have a fabulous condo and my own theatre and some sort of theatre company/producing agency and an ipod (60 gig since I am so fabulously wealthy that I can afford it like buying a cd).
I also have another job inerviewy thing tomorrow, and I should get my butt in bed. Although I need to say that myspace is way hard. I put in that I want to approve messages and comments before they post, but I am having a hard time finding them. I click on the link in my email, and I can only approve the first link I click--the rest of the comments/messages are locked in the ether or something. It is way annoying.
I did it. I am there somewhere. I am having a time trying to get people to pick me as their friends so far since I don't seem to just get it yet. Anyway, find me, love me, friend me if you are there.
Also, I am getting my hair cut today--probably--by my friend/coworker Kristy. Here goes! But seriously, how bad can you fuck up a cut of my hair? It is super ridiculous long right now, so even if it did get fuckd up we could still correct it and I would still have long hair. Right now I look like some kind of crazy horse person, hippy, homeschooler, and that is not okay.
That is right, I make $8.20 an hour instead of $8. Yeah, I am just a teeny tiny bit less poor. I also got my first Pier 1 evaluation, and I am good. Literally that was my review, I do a good job. Oh, and I found out the other night that I am associate of the month again (two times in 6 months). Yeah, that is what too much education gets me being good a a gig I need no formal education for. Oh well, it just barely pays the bills.
Other then that, not too much happening excpet for Wendy's being out of chili, so I couldn't get my favorite salad.
Nice day, but long day. Patrick and I walked literally miles today--from my store to downtown and from the Lincoln Park zoo to my store. The zoo was great and so was being with Patrick. It was especially great considering we had a state of the relationship chat this weekend that had its rocky bits--do not worry we figured things out, just needed to actually talk about it as opposed to relying on psychic powers to figure things out.
After work (which was way fun today), I took a big long bath in super hot water. It was fantastic. I also saw "V for Vendetta" which was good but not great and a relief from the crap movies I had been seeing lately. I recommend it.
It was nice. Mostly girl talk, but that is the fun part of having a best friend. Today was my day off , and I did very little. Although I did ensure that I didn't have to start paying off my student loans because of unemployment (or really, lack of full-time employment). So, that is kind of cool and a huge load off my mind.
She is going to call me this afternoon, and we are going to hang out this evening, but as it approaches 5pm, I begin to wonder if it will pan out. I like--no love--seeing her and spending time with her anyway I can, but the let down when she backs out is kind of a pain in the ass, and the let down happens more often then I see her--or it seems like it. Really it is probably a 1:1 ratio. I see her once; she stands me up once or some sort of craziness falls down around her ears.
I will grant her that it doesn't help that our schedules are almost incompatible, but that makes the disappointment so much worse. The anticipation of seeing her is always so great. Anyway, here's hoping. I am going to call her soon just to check.
And it wasn't even Mardi Gras. I got a strand of green beads during the parade on Saturday, and Patrick got a sunburn because it was so hot and sunny. However the hot has left the city, now it is cold. However Saturday was a great day. There was wonderful weather and a wonderful boyfriend and jamba juice. The parade was a little boring, but made better by the boisterous college students who stood behind us and yelled ridiculous things at the people parading by.
Later we had lunch at Harry Caray's which was good, but I miss Seattle fish and chips. Then we walked about and had ice cream and saw tons of drunk people wearing green including a guy passed out in an alley with two friends hovering over him. Although Friday night a guy threw up on himself on the street a little ways behind us.
Last but not least we hung out at a bar with Emily and her husband and we played trivia games. Patrick and I are a good team. We seem to know complimentary chunks of trivia; I like that. He's competitive too, which is also nice. Saturday was a great day.
Then I worked Sunday, and I worked Monday--all day! That was the first day in almost two weeks where I worked a full shift. Insane. Please let me get a real job soon. I have not heard back about the church job, and I will probably email her today with an update of my available times for an interview.
I saw the green river and I saw a really long parade, well two plus hours of it before that was all I could take. I saw Emily and her hubby and that was fun. This is the very short version of my weekend. More later.
This is an update to the earlier blog entry from today, so go read that first.
Okay, so that was way easier then I expeceted it to be. I got a 90% on the excel test, and that is flat out amazing since I have almost never used excel. I probably took a little more time then most people because I futzed around when I was unsure, but I figured out what would happen when you were right and I kept retrying the questions until it showed me the right result. Also I am fairly decent at logically figuring things out and using what I learn from the test as I go, so I would remember a new thing I learned.
Warning: Rant ahead! Slow down for dangerous curves. Sometimes my test taking instincts weird me out--not that I think I am oh so brilliant or anythig--but I just know how to beat tests. I never learned this in school. Kids now get taught actual test taking skills so they can pass their WASL or ISAT or whatever state mandated standardized test they are forced to take to prove they are learning, but I was way before that started. I just strategized that it was better to read the questions you have to answer before reading the selection that has the answers in it (quicker, you know). Stuff like that I remember doing as far back as third grade. I really think over half my smarts are in my ability to think of a way to beat the tests at their own games--which may be why I look real smart on paper and can be a complete dumbass in real life. Rant over.
I am going to a scary movie tonight, and it might get bad. Me no likey scary movies. Me tend to go screamy-screamy a lot, even when I know what is going to happen. Me big wussy.
It went well. The woman who interviewed me was really nice and fun (and maybe a little older then me), and she seemed impressed by my resume update, so that is good. If nothing else, my resume is way better because of this dealy. Now, I have to take some tests on the internet to see if I am proficient enough with some software.
That is freaking me out a little bit. I mean, I do fine with word and things like that when I am using them, but I am no way an expert, and who knows what the test will ask me? Also I can't use the mouse for shortcuts, I can only use the task bar which I almost never do, so here goes. I will check back in after I take them.
That was my day folks. I personally took $1000 in returns to our store, and I still managed to end the day with a positive associate productivity number (which means I sold $21 more then I took in returns). The most amazing part of that was that I did it in three and a half hours because they sent me home early. I worked three and a half hours of my possible eight hour shift today. I figured I wouldn't get all eight, but I thought for sure I would at least get the regular five. This sucks! I will maybe work 24 hours this week which is bullshit. I cannot live on that.
The good news is that I got a phone call at work for a job interview. I did a phone interview with a consultant today who is trying to hook me up with a gig as an administrative assistant to a church's ministry and day school. It sounds like it has lots to do and gives me quite a bit of self-reliance and I get to see little kids a lot. It also makes a regular salary. Not the fabulous salary of my dreams, but way better then right now. I will be able to pay off debt, put some in savings, occasionally afford trips out of town, and be able to shop and do fun things. Although I actually have to get this job first. Tonight I am going to revamp the resume to send back to the consultant. Here's hoping.
Although if I get this job it wouldn't seem to terribly fair since I haven't been looking all that long for a new gig, but holy crap do I need it. I am beyond broke right now.
Okay, so I am posting again today, but this time from my house instead of Patrick's. I am sick, but I was productive. I paid some bills, and I applied for like 20 jobs online--some of them at temp agencies--so we shall see how things go because I need to make more money like yesterday.
Two days ago on the train, I was waiting on the platform and there were bomb sniffing dogs and like 6 or 7 cops and hardly any people on the opposite platform. I found this strange. Also, on Saturday two cops got on the bus Patrick and I were riding for like ten stops and just sat there in full cop gear and rode the bus. Again, strange. Was there some threat this weekend that elevated the patrolling or what? It was weird big city life things, like when I lived in NYC in fall 2001 and would see military and national guard personnel on the streets with very large guns just standing there.
Things I think about when left to my own devices too much. Plus I am going to buy a lotto ticket tonight. 18 million bucks could be mine if I win. I would pick that over a new job. I would get a sweet apartment and pay off all my college loans and credit card debt. It would be great. I could get an ipod, a 60 gig one even. Yes! I will tell you all tomorrow if I win.
Patrick jinxed me. On Saturday he asked me how I managed to not get a cold while he has been sick for like a month, and then on monday I woke up sick. I am taking lots of zicam, and hopefully I will get better.
I saw "Dave Chapelle's Block Party" this weekend (I know, movie no one expected me to see on the opening weekend, right?), and it was great. I really enjoyed it. Dave Chapelle is hilarious and there are some very funny normal people he finds while planning the concert, and the music was pretty good too. I am not so much a big fan of the hip hop or the rap music, but the people in the movie were a lot more intelligent then I have previously been exposed to--their lyrics were I mean--and a lot more melodic (courtesy of the Roots). I recommend it.
Yesterday I focused spot lights for an hour and a half. I stood on a ladder and moved it all around the store refocusing the lights on the furniture and fixtures we have moved all around over the last week and a half. Personally, I think it a little sad that that is the amount of work my two theatre degrees have been getting lately although the fault is absolutely all mine.
I was also a cranky little beast yesterday, and I don't know why. I was just antsy and bored I guess, but on the flip side I wasn't interested in doing anything in particular. We did find the movie "Can't Hardly Wiat" on Patrick's on demand cable, and freaking everyone on earth is in that movie--in particular half of the young people who later appear on "Six Feet Under" and I feel that is a weird crossover.
I leave you with this. "All right! You're both Kiss dolls!"
This means that I can go see way more movies at way more theatres in Chicago and still get points and free popcorn on Wednesdays. That means tonight at Good Night and Good Luck there will be free popcorn.