i need to work on my budget.
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i need to work on my budget.
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Random
Today I spontaneously told my boss he has been crossing some rather important lines in his enthusiasm for storytelling when it comes to us (young, female) employees. He made some sheepish comment about how HR would have his neck if they heard him talk sometimes. My actual words were something like “Yeah, well, you know, you’re…. kinda close to the line… as far as things getting sort of, um, uncomfortable.” He asked me what I meant. I said, thinking quickly of which particular topic I should name as most disconcerting (I had options), that I don’t want to hear any more stories about his wife.
They weren’t racy stories, just way too intimate for a professional setting. I. Don’t. Want. To. Know. And the less knowledge of /associations with his personal life that I have, the better. I’m not stupid anymore. I know how men are, even the goofy, well-meaning ones — in fact, those are ESPECIALLY worrisome because they don’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late.
My boss is a good guy, just way too friendly and chatty and not as professional as he needs to be sometimes.
Buh today was insane.
I was at work till 9:00 last night, and then i overslept this morning even though I had super important things to do first thing, and then I was late to our meeting, and then I had to do a whole bunch of plotting to help my boss save face for HIS meeting.
The drawings looked kindof terrible but I guess he got what he needed out of it, and it wasn’t my fault, so I survived.
Being a redshirt at work makes me kind of super self-conscious and nervous.
I’m going on some sort of date tomorrow night… one of those ambiguous things where you agree to “hang out” and then later you’re like… Wait, what?
I don’t really care because i’m just glad to have some sort of social interaction. But seriously man-types. If you can’t in good conscience send a text that says what you really mean (“Hey gurl I think you’re kind of lame but I really need some action! How are your standards these days?”) then you probably should just leave her alone.
As a side note, it is quite possible that he really does want to hang out. I don’t mean all men are jerks.
A lot of them are, though, just sayin’.
DANCING THIS WEEKEND OMG!!
Had a tough conversation with ye boye I’ve been talking to. I think he understands, but it just sucks for everyone right now.
Needed to happen. Yay for making good decisions. Boo for everything else.
Except improv, which has started back and is awesome.
And dancing, which is difficult but awesome.
So impatient to get better at everything arrrrrgh!!!
Hope something develops at work to stave off the tedium and it’s resulting anxiety attacks. I figured out that this whole depressing thought cycle is basically triggered when I’m doing something that doesn’t fully engage my brain. Which is always, because I’m just too damn smart (not really. If I were smarter maybe my brain wouldn’t flatline every time I open autocad). I need to do calculus or something while I work. Books on tape?
long day.
blugh.
The Six-Hour Migraine
It’s like trying to read a fortune cookie off of a set of flashing police lights.
Had a pretty shitty day today.
But I have a Valentine now, so that was warm fuzzies. :)
But no seriously, today sucked so bad. I don’t know if even sweethearts can help me break even. :P
Why am I still staring at the ceiling and asking myself “what the hell happened?” every night?
I have to be up in 5 hours. I don’t have time for ghosts.
My contact cards came in the mail!
Finally I get a cool package like my roommates always do!
They look bangin’, if I may say so myself. Simple, professional, and sexy.
I GOT A JOBBBBBBBUH!
12 week project contract, associate architect for a nickel mining facility… oh boy!
But hey, it is work! And I will continue looking for a more awesome/permanent job in the meantime.
Just thought I’d share some good news for once. =D
Looking for jobs. Blah.
Still making contacts and spreading my resume like the common cold, hoping it’s catching and someone will come down with a bad case of hire-me-itis.
Also making bad metaphors.
AND looking for a temporary job to hold me over until I can land a job in my field, but surprisingly, that is proving even more difficult than the first goal.
I want a job!!! I need money to adopt a corgi puppy to assuage my loneliness and make me feel like not a failure at life.
People need to actually email me back.
Just ordered business cards…?
What. What is my life.
Résumé updated/tweaked/obsessed over/perfected.
Now I am just sort of staring at my portfolio wondering what to do with it.
things i learned in college #129
Hard work only pays off in combination with good luck. You can’t count on luck, but you might as well levy your chances by working hard all the time.
