Settling In

~~~~ Anxious

Things are sorta beginning to calm down. I've been at Panera for over two weeks and while I still have no idea how I'll ever remember everything that needs to be known for that job I feel a sense of routine settling in. I've gotten my first paycheck but I am still sincerely strapped for cash. Pizza rolls are only $1 a box at Biggs and that is essentially what I've been living off of. I may have to switch to something even less appealing like ramen or pb&j (which believe it or not i hate with a firey passion) but hard times man... hard times. I guess that's one of the things I should appreciate about my job... and take full advantage of... free food on days that I work. I'll need to milk that for all it's worth until I reach a level of financial stability. I know I'll hit my 20 hour mark this week so that's encouraging. 20 hours a week is the minimum I need to work to be able to pay the bills. I won't have much leftover from that but it's something.

I have all my furniture now. My night stand's in my trunk. My dresser's sitting in Matt's garage and I'm picking my bed up on Tuesday. Tuesday. Moving day. When I get my own space and a renewed sense of normalcy in my life. I can't wait. As long as I can really pay the bills like I think I can... even if it is paycheck to paycheck I hope to feel empowered. I hope to feel independent. I hope to feel like I have a life.

I Know I'm Probably Way Behind...

~~~~ Full

But seeing this gives me hope for humanity.  Hilarious!

A Collective Sigh of Relief

~~~~ Happy

I have a job.   That's right you're looking at a happy, employee of Panera Bread... complete with cheesy pastel polo and apron.  I couldn't be more relieved.  This is a job.  This is money.  This is something to do and occupy my time until September.  I don't know yet if it's enough to get an apartment on my own but if it is.  I'm self-sufficient... sorta.  I'm doing it on my own.  It's an amazing feeling.  Just having the support network as... well... support and not a lifeline.  I can do this.  I know now I can.  Fuck you economy.  I'll show you what I can do.  I can be a fucking independent woman and be good at it too... all because I'm selling coffee and baked goods... hmm.  It's the little things in my life, isn't it?

That being said my first day of WORK is Thursday.  So I came home for what may be the last time in a while.  That's just fine.  Wooster's gained back it's quaint nostalgia for me instead of the fear of doomed failure and permanence it once held.  It's nice to be back for a few days.  I enjoy that.  Relaxing... quiet... CLEAN.  But I'll head back to Cincy Thursday.  With a brand-spanking new perspective.  Tomorrow's agenda includes and oil change, laundry, and garage sale shopping... I know stand back from my wild Wednesday.  Then I'll be leaving here Thursday morning to be back in time for WORK and then I WORK again Saturday.  I'm so happy.  I'm doing something.  Next up on my major goals for my life... bugging UC until I get some info on GRAD SCHOOL.  Man.  I am so ready to grow up.  This is actually exciting!

Detroit Muslim Examiner: A Palestinian's joke on Israeli soldiers

~~~~ Aggravated

An old Palestinian man lived alone in Palestine. He wanted to dig his potato garden, but it was very hard work for him. His only son, who would have helped him, was in an Israeli prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.
Shortly, he received a letter from his son: "For God's SAKE, Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the GUNS!"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen Israeli soldiers showed up and dug up the entire garden, without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Now plant your potatoes, Dad! This is the best I can do for you at this time!"
This story doesn't have a moral. It is just funny
Detroit Muslim Examiner: A Palestinian's joke on Israeli soldiers

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Currently Listening To: What I've Done - Linkin Park

I. Am. A. Fan.

~~~~ Gloomy

Still No Job

~~~~ Drained

"I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots" - Wendy Cope.

Currently Listening To: Before the Lobotomy - Green Day

I Need a Job

~~~~ Anxious

Yep. Basically that's about it. I really really really need a job. Cincinnati's great. I could easily make this my home and living with Sue and Laura is more than I could ask for. But I really really really need a job. Fuck you economy. There are so many postings online. I can't believe I've applied for over 15 jobs and have only heard back from one. Granted, most of those have been in the past few days and I completely forgot this was a long weekend. But still. SOMEONE CALL ME BACK!!! The Museum Center's still an option apparently. I need to call them Tuesday. I still have hope but this transitional period sucks and I just want some action. My funds are not hurting yet but if it time and they will.

We went to look at the house today. It was perfect. I would love to live there, even if it was temporary. The basement is totally livable if I stay away from the door and invest in a space heater... which I could possibly steal from my parents. It would be nice to have my own space, especially for Matt, and the area is just so... homey. I hope she gets it.

After a little miscommunication we are definitely going to the Indians game tomorrow and then up to Dayton that night. It'll be nice to get away for a little bit and I love spending time with Matt's family and love love love spending time with Matt (of course). I know I probably shouldn't spend the money but we'll be stingy and I need the relaxation. I know everything will work out for the best but I hate this inbetween time when I have no idea what's going on. Answers are my friend.