My first day on the job was not too terrible. It still hasn't fully registered that I don't have to work in Old Sacramento anymore. Maybe after a few weeks sans Stage Nine, I'll be able to shake that feeling, like it's only a matter of time before my old boss finds me and drags me kicking and screaming back to that tourist trap.
I will most certainly be busy. I wore the WRONG shoes today. Blistered one of my heels, dug into my cuticles on the other. Poopie. I'll have to be smarter about footwear choice tomorrow.
This whole getting up at 6:30 for work thing is going to take some getting used to. Maybe I can swing 7. Probably. I have a <5min commute, door to desk. Seven sounds a decent time to be awake. I was dying halfway through the day. I'll need to take coffee breaks. Shame the closest joint's a 'Bucks. I won't be lazy though-- I'll walk my ass to Temple. I can't bring myself to drink that crap.
Started cleaning house today. Sort of. The bathroom is in dire need of tidying. I am truly embarassed at how we live sometimes. Example: We gave Bryan a mohawk last weekish, and his hair is still on the floor in the bathroom. The kitchen sink is overflowing with dishes, and the floor is covered with little dust-things that stick to my goddang feet when I walk around barefoot. Love the hardwood, but that shit blows.
First paycheck from new job=tattoo and coffee table. And possibly new tee-vee. That is, most of the money for the tee vee will be from the remainder of our deposit from the 13th Street place. Dude totally fucked us on that. Asshole. 250$ credit on my 6 month old washer and dryer? I understand depreciation, but really? I should have sold that shit on Craigslist. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
Need sleep so I won't be as zombiesque at work tomorrow. My ID card pic is terribly squinty.
PS- A grand FUCK YOU to Kaiser, who have been giving me the fucking runaround on trying to get a damned appointment. Really? You can't stay open past 5? Awesome. Jerkasses. I've called 3 times in 2 days, and have made NO headway. Whatever.
All work, no play! TIRED.
I will most certainly be busy. I wore the WRONG shoes today. Blistered one of my heels, dug into my cuticles on the other. Poopie. I'll have to be smarter about footwear choice tomorrow.
This whole getting up at 6:30 for work thing is going to take some getting used to. Maybe I can swing 7. Probably. I have a <5min commute, door to desk. Seven sounds a decent time to be awake. I was dying halfway through the day. I'll need to take coffee breaks. Shame the closest joint's a 'Bucks. I won't be lazy though-- I'll walk my ass to Temple. I can't bring myself to drink that crap.
Started cleaning house today. Sort of. The bathroom is in dire need of tidying. I am truly embarassed at how we live sometimes. Example: We gave Bryan a mohawk last weekish, and his hair is still on the floor in the bathroom. The kitchen sink is overflowing with dishes, and the floor is covered with little dust-things that stick to my goddang feet when I walk around barefoot. Love the hardwood, but that shit blows.
First paycheck from new job=tattoo and coffee table. And possibly new tee-vee. That is, most of the money for the tee vee will be from the remainder of our deposit from the 13th Street place. Dude totally fucked us on that. Asshole. 250$ credit on my 6 month old washer and dryer? I understand depreciation, but really? I should have sold that shit on Craigslist. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
Need sleep so I won't be as zombiesque at work tomorrow. My ID card pic is terribly squinty.
PS- A grand FUCK YOU to Kaiser, who have been giving me the fucking runaround on trying to get a damned appointment. Really? You can't stay open past 5? Awesome. Jerkasses. I've called 3 times in 2 days, and have made NO headway. Whatever.
All work, no play! TIRED.