Friday I went to roxymonoxide's birthday party. It was a ton of fun, especially thanks to Anomalisa. She's a true inspiration in having fun. I'm just sorry I didn't get there sooner. We had two late files, but thankfully my coworkers told me to take off because we all didn't need to wait. I definitely owe them each a favor (although maybe not one because I've left him take off early so he could meet up with friends). Thanks to nonsense for giving me a chance to spend time baking. Two cakes and a loaf of pumpkin bread for the win!
Saturday I had food poisoning in the morning. But thanks to my two favorite fuzzies, requiem and Squee, I wasn't alone. I slept until noon and then had lunch with my friend Kitty. It was good to see him. I also gave him his birthday present, Malcom Gladwell's "Outliers." He seemed stoked. I found a package from requiem waiting for me in my mailbox. He sent me a sweet beanie with his company logo. I love wearing his company's clothes.
After Kitty left, I went to the Laugh Factory in Long Beach with a coworker, a mutual friend of ours, that guy's roommate and the coworker's friend from college. I had a great time, even if it was a bit of an expensive night ($25 for the ticket, $10 for the two bottles of water, $9 for dinner and $4 for parking). The ticket price was totally worthwhile. The last comic was really really funny. But I think I found the second comic more intellectually stimulating. He had a whole bit about what they really should be teaching kids, things like if someone asks you to cosign, don't sign because there's always a tangent (or something like that). Unfortunately the coworker and her friend didn't really enjoy the show, too uncouth for them I think.
The coworker told me she's moving to Peru soon. I'm somewhat sad because she's always had my back at work, even though she can irritate me at times. I feel like everyone is moving away and that makes me even sadder and really lonely. I talked to requiem about it and it seems it may be time for me to think about leaving Southern California. I've been saying I want to live in SF, but that scares me. With my industry dying I don't know if I can/should stick with journalism. We think I'd do well in HR, but I'm not sure how to go about getting into that. I just don't know what to do. I feel like I have a tendency to get in on things as they begin their slow decline into non-existence. So if I moved what would I do? I don't want to go back to waitressing. My degree seems useless at this point.
At any rate, there is a lot to think about for the future.
Saturday I had food poisoning in the morning. But thanks to my two favorite fuzzies, requiem and Squee, I wasn't alone. I slept until noon and then had lunch with my friend Kitty. It was good to see him. I also gave him his birthday present, Malcom Gladwell's "Outliers." He seemed stoked. I found a package from requiem waiting for me in my mailbox. He sent me a sweet beanie with his company logo. I love wearing his company's clothes.
After Kitty left, I went to the Laugh Factory in Long Beach with a coworker, a mutual friend of ours, that guy's roommate and the coworker's friend from college. I had a great time, even if it was a bit of an expensive night ($25 for the ticket, $10 for the two bottles of water, $9 for dinner and $4 for parking). The ticket price was totally worthwhile. The last comic was really really funny. But I think I found the second comic more intellectually stimulating. He had a whole bit about what they really should be teaching kids, things like if someone asks you to cosign, don't sign because there's always a tangent (or something like that). Unfortunately the coworker and her friend didn't really enjoy the show, too uncouth for them I think.
The coworker told me she's moving to Peru soon. I'm somewhat sad because she's always had my back at work, even though she can irritate me at times. I feel like everyone is moving away and that makes me even sadder and really lonely. I talked to requiem about it and it seems it may be time for me to think about leaving Southern California. I've been saying I want to live in SF, but that scares me. With my industry dying I don't know if I can/should stick with journalism. We think I'd do well in HR, but I'm not sure how to go about getting into that. I just don't know what to do. I feel like I have a tendency to get in on things as they begin their slow decline into non-existence. So if I moved what would I do? I don't want to go back to waitressing. My degree seems useless at this point.
At any rate, there is a lot to think about for the future.
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toothpickmoe:
Dang razzin frazzin kids today. *grumble*
kiwiprincess:
Bahaha! That quote is hilarious! 