ONCE AGAIN, I have been severely delinquent on my blogging. In the almost two weeks since my last post, a lot has changed, and my time has been monopolized with composing the new life on which I'm about to embark.
Previously I lamented the fact that my employer was going to cut back my hours to part-time, and since I could not survive working part-time, I had to find a new job. I was scared, folks, and worried out of my fucking skull. Given today's job market, and the fact that thousands in the NYC metro area are getting laid off (or about to be laid off), it seemed that finding other means of employment would be nil for a girl with less than two years of professional experience under her belt. And without a trust fund to fall back on, a month of no work would prove to be disastrous.
But I found a job, and though it's a corporate gig (therefore Satan incarnate, or so I've been told), it pays way better than my previous employer ever could have, plus I get health benefits, and the option to partake in the company's profit-sharing. How I found the job and procured it is amazing, because it really does have a lot to do with time and place and circumstance (and NOTHING to do with who I knew). In his essay Here is New York, E.B White confides to the reader that New York can be a dubious place to live and that "no one should come to New York to live unless they are willing to be lucky." That line resonates much more now after analyzing the way in which I found my new employer.
That's not to say that it was all dependent on luck; I had to go on three separate interviews for this gig! It is was gut-wrenching waiting to hear back from them, and every day without an answer was making me sick.
But now that weight is off - whew!
When I wasn't tearing my hair out and puking from anxiety, I was in the midst of moving into a new apartment! The bf and I found a great space with a backyard and jacuzzi bathtub, and it's actually cheaper than the apartment that I just moved out of. I'm not completely moved in yet, but it's getting there. Can I get the readers' opinions on this wallpaper sample - it might be a little too retro for the funk I'm going for in the living room (it'll go on just one wall, mind you!)
SO that is the life update - I now promise to get back to blogging about weird, over-sharey and inappropriate things on a regular basis.
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4 comments:
I agree with you. I would be pissed when there's so much good dick-on-chick action for free on the internet that he's watching Girls Gone Wild. Seriously? Fucking GGW? It's 2008. Get with the times.
He might be gay. Have you ever seen how softcore those things are? You need to have a talk with him, Marsh.
youve got pretty close to perfect tits so i dont know why he would need to watch ggw. i mean, even i masturbate to mental images of your boobs.
She does have perfect tits, just ask her.
I do have perfect tits. I'm glad everyone agrees, and that the truth is known before they get all saggy and swing around my snatch like pendulums.
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