That's just my battle scars
Jun. 20th, 2003 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9Today I realized (wait, stop me if you didn't see this one coming) that I really hate retail. I hate people, I hate the hours, and I -really- hate being subservient to every fuckwit who walks through the door. It's a vicious cycle, because all you do in retail is get experience working retail, and I'm over it. The really entertaining thing is that now she has me working more hours than her full time third key. Figure that one out. I have to call Karen back on Monday because she left a message about a potential interior design gig, which would rule.
Paul was supposed to come out here this evening, but he's a huge slack-ass and didn't. Actually, man, I think you should buy your car next weekend cause, like, I have the whole weekend off.
My mother has gone insane, yes, again. She's decided that ever male I meet has a thing for me. Our conversation yesterday went "well, I sort of made friends with this guy named James." "I think he likes you." "Mom, I'm pretty sure he's gay." "Right, but he could still like you." "Mom, other than Hay-den, I know very few gay men who have much interest in girls." She's just a total fruitcake, and I'm at a loss for why. Maybe it's all those marriage fumes mucking up her brain.
That, actually, leads me to a new rant. Random family members keep calling me and asking if I've "met any nice boys yet. It's time for you to be thinking about settling down, you know." Guh!? For one thing, none of these relatives even acknowledged the fact that I graduated from college, a feat they all have yet to accomplish. But beyond that, what would possibly give them the idea that I'm even interested in getting married? I mean, I thought the reason Pete and I broke up was because I'm not into all that till death do us part mumbo jumbo. I've been reminding them that since we tend to live longer than 30 years these days, I need not be in any hurry. I hate it when people I don't even like think they know more about my life than I do.
Yay for Seattle. I love Seattle, and I don't know what I was on to have promised Jon I'd apply to UNC when I reapply here. Leave Seattle for North Carolina (and a nice boy)? No thanks.
Oh, this was funny.
giggle giggle.
Paul was supposed to come out here this evening, but he's a huge slack-ass and didn't. Actually, man, I think you should buy your car next weekend cause, like, I have the whole weekend off.
My mother has gone insane, yes, again. She's decided that ever male I meet has a thing for me. Our conversation yesterday went "well, I sort of made friends with this guy named James." "I think he likes you." "Mom, I'm pretty sure he's gay." "Right, but he could still like you." "Mom, other than Hay-den, I know very few gay men who have much interest in girls." She's just a total fruitcake, and I'm at a loss for why. Maybe it's all those marriage fumes mucking up her brain.
That, actually, leads me to a new rant. Random family members keep calling me and asking if I've "met any nice boys yet. It's time for you to be thinking about settling down, you know." Guh!? For one thing, none of these relatives even acknowledged the fact that I graduated from college, a feat they all have yet to accomplish. But beyond that, what would possibly give them the idea that I'm even interested in getting married? I mean, I thought the reason Pete and I broke up was because I'm not into all that till death do us part mumbo jumbo. I've been reminding them that since we tend to live longer than 30 years these days, I need not be in any hurry. I hate it when people I don't even like think they know more about my life than I do.
Yay for Seattle. I love Seattle, and I don't know what I was on to have promised Jon I'd apply to UNC when I reapply here. Leave Seattle for North Carolina (and a nice boy)? No thanks.
Oh, this was funny.
giggle giggle.
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