I got a job. That's a lie. I got a place to go to for 8 hours a day with no windows (except in the bathroom), where I sit and wait for people to call. In the meantime I have a phone book where I dial a lot of "wrong numbers" or disconnected ones. I was always aware of the economic situation in Michigan, but it didn't hit me until I found out firsthand how many businesses have gone belly up since the publication of the yellow pages in feb 2009.
What I do: sales for a fledgling internet radio station. Strictly commission. Strictly suckage. I can't even close my eyes and pretend its an internship.
I mentally quit yesterday. I'm pretty sure I'm physically quitting today. I need more return on my investment. They're in Ferndale, right next to the WAB (Woodward avenue Brewery). I should have known better. I have to fight the urge to get drunk at lunch on a daily basis. I have to pay $4.25 a day in quarters for parking. I am 8 soon to be 12 dollars in the hole. $12 is close to 3/4 of a tank of gas for me (thank you very much Saturn). I could have gone to Kalamazoo on what I paid to sit still. I need more security than that. I guess its back to the mall. And Monster. And Craigslist. And standing by traffic lights by the expressway with my sign that says in glitter: will work for money.
When I write it all out like that, it seems like a no brainer that i should quit.
Maybe I can get my mom to sponsor my next reading excursion after I finish these 4 other books I've got going right now, courtesy of Le Boyfriend. I have an overwhelming urge to read Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney
Will the Postal Service ever put out a new CD?
fml.
About Me
- Xlynn
- I live my life by song lyrics, have a chronic/terminal case of smartassitis and and currently taking medication to combat a particularly hearty strain of Don'tgiveafuck syndrome. I do the 22k in april to raise money for research. I appreciate your prayers. I'm also a sarcastic, habitual liar. ...sometimes. You will be my new best friend if you can tell me exactly what the fuck Paul Simon and Julio Were doing down by the schoolyard, the exact location of Carmen Sandiego, and the real words to "Blinded By The Lights" (revved up like a deuce, you know, a roller in the night?). I will date you if you can name 3 Green Day albums that aren't American Idiot. I'm a handful but my friends love me. good luck!
1 comment:
That sounds like a living hell. Quit. Maybe you could work at a Starbucks? They get crazy benefits on the job. Plus, all that coffee for free!
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