Cloudy with a chance of angst
Jul. 9th, 2003 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI need to go back to work, if only to get some sort of structure to my life. I'm starting to turn into Sean, and forget which day of the week it is. If it wasn't for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whirledpeas, I wouldn't have remembered that yesterday was Secret Date Night. Which means I wouldn't have eaten chips at Don Pablo's until I was going to explode.
I need to apply for a job so I can, in good conscience, check that 'yes' on the unemployment card. I keep calling the place that is supposedly hiring me and having a hell of a time reaching them. I keep leaving messages for the administrative assistant and I'm starting to feel like a stalker. Today I left a message for the assistant director who interviewed me, and asked him what I should do. I have all their papers filled out, and all their materials gathered up, and now I need to hand it in so they can make me an offer and I will feel better. I'm getting antsy.
I'm disgruntled with the fact that the landlord has /still/ made no effort to come out here and even verify that there is no vent for the dryer. Jen desperately needed clean clothes so last night and this morning, I ran the dryer anyway. Now the apartment is hot and humid and the whole laundry closet is damp. Gross. I looked around the building today and verified that there's really nowhere to even /have/ a vent - there are no vents outside the house at all. I'm wondering if no one has a vent. How odd and infuriating. I wish I'd been smart enough to doublecheck that there was a vent before I dropped all that money on the washer and dryer.
Last night, I met the boy that lives on the first floor on the other side. He is young, and totally a dumbass. He is 19 or 20 and had two 18 year old friends with him, and they were drinking wine coolers. I offered them some of the leftover beer from the party, the stuff I won't drink, and they were drooling all over themselves. They were telling me things like this (I felt so old):
fuckin' drinkin' dood it's so cool to like drink and then you like sleep all day cause you were up all night drinkin' and I wish I was unemployed dood cause like i can't wait to go on spring break fuckin' cancun dood all those people who don't drink are so gay would you like buy for us sometime
Yeah. So anyway, I went upstairs and just shook my head. They were so odd, but I'm apparently their new (gay) best friend because I gave them the Champagne of Beers.
whirledpeas, I wouldn't have remembered that yesterday was Secret Date Night. Which means I wouldn't have eaten chips at Don Pablo's until I was going to explode.I need to apply for a job so I can, in good conscience, check that 'yes' on the unemployment card. I keep calling the place that is supposedly hiring me and having a hell of a time reaching them. I keep leaving messages for the administrative assistant and I'm starting to feel like a stalker. Today I left a message for the assistant director who interviewed me, and asked him what I should do. I have all their papers filled out, and all their materials gathered up, and now I need to hand it in so they can make me an offer and I will feel better. I'm getting antsy.
I'm disgruntled with the fact that the landlord has /still/ made no effort to come out here and even verify that there is no vent for the dryer. Jen desperately needed clean clothes so last night and this morning, I ran the dryer anyway. Now the apartment is hot and humid and the whole laundry closet is damp. Gross. I looked around the building today and verified that there's really nowhere to even /have/ a vent - there are no vents outside the house at all. I'm wondering if no one has a vent. How odd and infuriating. I wish I'd been smart enough to doublecheck that there was a vent before I dropped all that money on the washer and dryer.
Last night, I met the boy that lives on the first floor on the other side. He is young, and totally a dumbass. He is 19 or 20 and had two 18 year old friends with him, and they were drinking wine coolers. I offered them some of the leftover beer from the party, the stuff I won't drink, and they were drooling all over themselves. They were telling me things like this (I felt so old):
fuckin' drinkin' dood it's so cool to like drink and then you like sleep all day cause you were up all night drinkin' and I wish I was unemployed dood cause like i can't wait to go on spring break fuckin' cancun dood all those people who don't drink are so gay would you like buy for us sometime
Yeah. So anyway, I went upstairs and just shook my head. They were so odd, but I'm apparently their new (gay) best friend because I gave them the Champagne of Beers.
