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.
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-09 09:47 am (UTC)I will buy you more beer if you want it back.
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:51 am (UTC)p.s. If we do lunch/dinner/icecream... can I bring the twins, Mommy?
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:51 am (UTC)People who don't drink. . . *laughs*.
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:51 am (UTC)(They would be more in love with me if I brought them a case of YOU!)
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:53 am (UTC)Otherwise, I can meet YOU for lunch - maybe Friday?
And of course you can bring the twins, Mommy!
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Date: 2003-07-09 09:54 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-07-09 09:56 am (UTC)Grandview is a little too far for me to travel tomorrow since I have a court date set with the twins dad re: criminal non-support.
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Date: 2003-07-09 10:02 am (UTC)Liar *grin*
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Date: 2003-07-09 10:11 am (UTC)My youth.
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Date: 2003-07-09 10:30 am (UTC)So that's what my problem is!
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Date: 2003-07-09 11:16 am (UTC)I'll give you a call tonight, or you give me a call tonight. Somewhere in there, I might be biking with
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Date: 2003-07-09 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-09 11:24 am (UTC)I drink and I'm still gay... damnit, I'll never win!
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Date: 2003-07-09 11:52 am (UTC)(I'm totally a planner. I apologize for not being spur-of-the-moment.)
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Date: 2003-07-09 11:56 am (UTC)I am in a number of ways as well. . . and I never plan on giving it up.
However the thing I see that I didn't do was be stupid in the ways most people are from time to time. . . esp when they are young.
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:01 pm (UTC)Sorry, I'm a crappy planner, Mommy. I would like to have ice cream with you and the twins, but I'm worried that 8 or 8:30 would be too late for them to eat ice cream.
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:05 pm (UTC)You're not a crappy planner at all- I'm just a little anal.
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You should have reminded him that wine coolers have been considered "gay" since, say, 1991. Having been over 21 for quite some time, and having been a lesbian for perhaps even longer, you could come across as quite authoritative on the subject... regardless of the veracity of such a comment. ;-)
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Date: 2003-07-09 12:33 pm (UTC)