Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Boy Is My Face Red...

...Drinking and posting is in fact a very bad idea. 

There are 2 different kinds of drinking when unemployed. The first is when you mean to get totally trashed, get a bottle of wine and drink the whole thing or go to a bar and just order drink after drink until its time for shots. The other kind of drinking happens accidentally, as it did on Saturday night.

We were up at the lake with the Boyfriend's parents and his sister. The neighbours were going to come over for a drink. I had a drink before they arrived, drank it while I read the paper, all lady-of-leisure like. The neighbours are retired, in their mid-to-late 60s, so you definitely don't think you're going to get smashed with them. But it happened! I'm not sure who was in charge of my drink but magically it was never empty and it led me to that ridiculous, embarassing, rambling post you saw. Or didn't see. I'm hoping that since its the tail end of summer vacation that lots of you are out of town and neglecting your bloggy friends.

Dare to dream right?

Let's just move on shall we?

So now we're back to reality and have grown up stuff to deal with. You would think that these things included updating my resume and applying for jobs but you would be wrong. I need to buy insurance for my apartment (finally), and deal with the dipsh*ts that are in charge of my mortgage. The first payment didn't come out. We called about it yesterday but didn't really get satisfactory results and The Boyfriend wants me to be the one to deal with it because I have a "background in finance". I guess we could call it that. But really, its been a while since I've had the chance to yell at someone so this could be fun.

Obviously aside from my subconscious, which has a drinking problem, I'm not too worried about the job situation. I have moments, sure--we all have moments when we are secretly terrified that nothing is going to work out the way that it should. But this week? Is far too filled with awesome stuff to have time to look for something mundane like a job. 

If you will recall, the deal was that I would enjoy August, clear my head. That small subconscious of mine is a worrywart, and I think I would be doing the rest of me a disservice by not taking the full time off to clear my head and restart my work ethic. I got treated like sh*t for over two years. Most people think that I'm exaggerating when I tell them the stuff that was said or done to me. But I wasn't. I just mentioned the highlights. By the end of it I honestly didn't even care if I showered for work or not. It was too much effort. That's not a good attitude to have about your place of employment.

So. August is over next week. Then I will give it my all. It will be my full time job to look for something. But for now? Gaga awaits. Tonight. I can't wait! Full, slightly hungover, review tomorrow.

Mortgage yelling update: I didn't have to yell at anyone. I was prepared to but the person that I dealt with was all on top of everything, admitted it was their fault and had a solution that I could find nothing wrong with. I guess the kid that The Boyfriend dealt with was just a moron and really? There's one in every office. 

1 comment:

  1. Just so you know, when she says "been treated like shit over two years". That's an understatement. I was there witnessed the whole thing. She is way too smart fun and awesome for them.

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