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Jun. 26th, 2008 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodygranuaileI'm looking for a third job. Yes, third. EventTemps has absolutely nothing for the summer. The Hanover job I can do in three and a half days a week, or just three days a week if I'm willing to skip the gym once a week to put in the 11-hour day (which I'd feel better about if the 11 hours weren't just sitting in the same chair... I can almost feel myself developing a traditional Irish pancake ass as the day goes on). I guess it should be nice to have plenty of time to do other stuff, but I kind of feel like it's too much time and not enough other stuff to do. I've gotten used to the idea that the summer should be productive, especially in terms of making money. Doing better than last summer (thank god), but still finding it way too easy to spend money if I'm not being occupied with work. Finding a third job seems like an easier option than developing willpower. Or would be, if not for the fact that Worcester is such an expensive pain in the ass to get around without a car. Also, just really want to get my ass behind a real bar.
I wish I had this sort of energy during the winters, when I actually have stuff to do. I'm always perfectly happy to just break even during winter break by working a bit to cover Christmas and then simply not getting out of bed the rest of the month.
I'm having my mother bring up more books on Monday; that'll at least keep my brain occupied. I'm currently reading an old linguistics textbook that I think was weeded out of circulation at Drew a few years ago. I'm such a dork.
Maybe just need more projects of my own to work on, preferably ones that I don't have to buy anything to do. This smegging poem is coming along really slow, in fits and spurts, and although I rather like what I have I still can't write more than a few lines at a time before I have to put it away. At this rate, I'll be able to give the finished version to Liz as a retirement present when she's sixty-five.
I'm also going to rip out my entire respiratory system tomorrow if it hasn't cleared up enough for me to go running tomorrow. Is v. hard to run without being able to breathe. Not like I'd be able to breathe without a respiratory system either, but it'd be very satisfying. I'm bad with frustration like that.
Everything else is peachy. Pete finally got me started on the project I was hired for today (I started work in May? Yeah, he's on top of things), so will not have to wander around office looking for things to do. Still loving this apartment and this room, even if it will NEVER be clean. Housemates are fun, even if I do currently know more about their condom preferences than I really need to. Today they duct-taped tinfoil over the bathroom door while I was taking a shower and then stood outside the bathroom and waited for me to come out and laughed. Was funny, minus the awkward factor of being surrounded by dudes when have no clothes on. o.O Mom coming to visit Monday. Liz and Dan close by (note to self: still owe Dan $15). KoL is eating my soul. The idea that people are not too far away and maybe I can see them over the summer is reassuring, although have not really made plans to do so yet. But I CAN. Academics looking to get less frustrating, provided I survive the next semester and do not get landed with crappy capstone senior year (like this year's graduates... ha ha). Only two months 'til I get to bring the smegging car up. The future looks generally shiny. (And I will *not* worry that something major is going to get fucked up, because the only thing that ever does is cause me to fuck up something major that would otherwise have been fine.) I freakin' love Worcester.
I wish I had this sort of energy during the winters, when I actually have stuff to do. I'm always perfectly happy to just break even during winter break by working a bit to cover Christmas and then simply not getting out of bed the rest of the month.
I'm having my mother bring up more books on Monday; that'll at least keep my brain occupied. I'm currently reading an old linguistics textbook that I think was weeded out of circulation at Drew a few years ago. I'm such a dork.
Maybe just need more projects of my own to work on, preferably ones that I don't have to buy anything to do. This smegging poem is coming along really slow, in fits and spurts, and although I rather like what I have I still can't write more than a few lines at a time before I have to put it away. At this rate, I'll be able to give the finished version to Liz as a retirement present when she's sixty-five.
I'm also going to rip out my entire respiratory system tomorrow if it hasn't cleared up enough for me to go running tomorrow. Is v. hard to run without being able to breathe. Not like I'd be able to breathe without a respiratory system either, but it'd be very satisfying. I'm bad with frustration like that.
Everything else is peachy. Pete finally got me started on the project I was hired for today (I started work in May? Yeah, he's on top of things), so will not have to wander around office looking for things to do. Still loving this apartment and this room, even if it will NEVER be clean. Housemates are fun, even if I do currently know more about their condom preferences than I really need to. Today they duct-taped tinfoil over the bathroom door while I was taking a shower and then stood outside the bathroom and waited for me to come out and laughed. Was funny, minus the awkward factor of being surrounded by dudes when have no clothes on. o.O Mom coming to visit Monday. Liz and Dan close by (note to self: still owe Dan $15). KoL is eating my soul. The idea that people are not too far away and maybe I can see them over the summer is reassuring, although have not really made plans to do so yet. But I CAN. Academics looking to get less frustrating, provided I survive the next semester and do not get landed with crappy capstone senior year (like this year's graduates... ha ha). Only two months 'til I get to bring the smegging car up. The future looks generally shiny. (And I will *not* worry that something major is going to get fucked up, because the only thing that ever does is cause me to fuck up something major that would otherwise have been fine.) I freakin' love Worcester.