as I steal formatting from Amy...
So, I am trying to convince myself that taking the Summer of Sheila[1] would be a bad idea, given that a) I will be unemployed in...2 weeks and b) I have night classes and c) I cannot guarantee unlimited availability until August (I know it is irresponsible of me, but god *dammit*, this year has sucked so far and I will BY GOD be going to Comic Con to make up for it) and d) I DON'T HAVE AN EXIT PLAN. I get severance from work, because my job is basically being done via the internet and Canada, and I can collect unemployment (shame! slackerness! oh noes! zomg!), and I can totally temp short-term. I just. I am SO FUCKING TIRED. Of everything. I am tired of having to talk to people, I am tired of having to be nice, I am tired of having to go do a boring job for not a lot of pay, I am tired tired tired.
Summer of Sheila = bad idea! I know this! And yet. The prospect of *not having to work* for a few months is awfully tempting. I don't have that much to pay in bills (and will have -- hopefully -- significantly *less* to pay in two months), my rent is relatively low, and I don't have dependents, and all that jazz. I could do it. I just shouldn't, because...uh. I should have a job. And there is a part of my brain that is going, "OMG YOU LAZY SLACKER!" which totally fucking sucks, 'cause you know, I may be a lazy slacker, but I'm a *busy* lazy slacker and seriously, brain, STFU.
I don't know. I'm just like wtf. I'm not actually concerned about my ability to get a job (despite, uh, not having gotten one yet) because If All Else Fails, there is always temp work. Which is just. Yeah. This was supposed to be my Year of Getting My Financial Shit Together and I haven't done *poorly* on that, but being unemployed certainly won't help it and I like money. money money money. But I like sleeping too.
Hi, this is what Amy has to listen to every morning. Incoherent ramblings on the state of general suckitude that is my life. It could be worse, I know, but it's just. I would like a year in which nothing bad happens, okay? I'm just putting that out there, universe. ONE YEAR WHERE THERE IS NOT A LOT OF ANGST. That is not so much to ask!
Man, I really want Summer of Sheila. Also to find a job where I fuck around with spreadsheets and data entry and stuff and do not have to talk to people and can maybe listen to music, because seriously, *seriously*, it is AMAZING the sheer number of stupid people it is possible to talk to in a day. KENTUCKY IS NOT A CITY, MOTHERFUCKERS. IT IS REALLY NOT. PLEASE STOP ANSWERING MY "WHAT CITY?" QUESTION WITH A STATE, OKAY? THANK YOU, DRIVE THROUGH.
Anyway. The weather's getting hotter which means it is almost time for the summer mix of music, which will always always include "Summertime" by Will Smith (and DJ Jazzy Jeff). It is not summer until that song kicks it off.
ETA: man, if there are people in the world who do not love "Summertime," I just do not want to know. Their lives must be so sad!
Some of us at work have taken to calling this summer the Summer of *Insert Name Here*, because we're all really tired and stressed and unhappy and we all want to Not Work for a while and because of the severance package, we don't have to. for a bit. It's like three weeks for me.
So, I am trying to convince myself that taking the Summer of Sheila[1] would be a bad idea, given that a) I will be unemployed in...2 weeks and b) I have night classes and c) I cannot guarantee unlimited availability until August (I know it is irresponsible of me, but god *dammit*, this year has sucked so far and I will BY GOD be going to Comic Con to make up for it) and d) I DON'T HAVE AN EXIT PLAN. I get severance from work, because my job is basically being done via the internet and Canada, and I can collect unemployment (shame! slackerness! oh noes! zomg!), and I can totally temp short-term. I just. I am SO FUCKING TIRED. Of everything. I am tired of having to talk to people, I am tired of having to be nice, I am tired of having to go do a boring job for not a lot of pay, I am tired tired tired.
Summer of Sheila = bad idea! I know this! And yet. The prospect of *not having to work* for a few months is awfully tempting. I don't have that much to pay in bills (and will have -- hopefully -- significantly *less* to pay in two months), my rent is relatively low, and I don't have dependents, and all that jazz. I could do it. I just shouldn't, because...uh. I should have a job. And there is a part of my brain that is going, "OMG YOU LAZY SLACKER!" which totally fucking sucks, 'cause you know, I may be a lazy slacker, but I'm a *busy* lazy slacker and seriously, brain, STFU.
I don't know. I'm just like wtf. I'm not actually concerned about my ability to get a job (despite, uh, not having gotten one yet) because If All Else Fails, there is always temp work. Which is just. Yeah. This was supposed to be my Year of Getting My Financial Shit Together and I haven't done *poorly* on that, but being unemployed certainly won't help it and I like money. money money money. But I like sleeping too.
Hi, this is what Amy has to listen to every morning. Incoherent ramblings on the state of general suckitude that is my life. It could be worse, I know, but it's just. I would like a year in which nothing bad happens, okay? I'm just putting that out there, universe. ONE YEAR WHERE THERE IS NOT A LOT OF ANGST. That is not so much to ask!
Man, I really want Summer of Sheila. Also to find a job where I fuck around with spreadsheets and data entry and stuff and do not have to talk to people and can maybe listen to music, because seriously, *seriously*, it is AMAZING the sheer number of stupid people it is possible to talk to in a day. KENTUCKY IS NOT A CITY, MOTHERFUCKERS. IT IS REALLY NOT. PLEASE STOP ANSWERING MY "WHAT CITY?" QUESTION WITH A STATE, OKAY? THANK YOU, DRIVE THROUGH.
Anyway. The weather's getting hotter which means it is almost time for the summer mix of music, which will always always include "Summertime" by Will Smith (and DJ Jazzy Jeff). It is not summer until that song kicks it off.
ETA: man, if there are people in the world who do not love "Summertime," I just do not want to know. Their lives must be so sad!
Some of us at work have taken to calling this summer the Summer of *Insert Name Here*, because we're all really tired and stressed and unhappy and we all want to Not Work for a while and because of the severance package, we don't have to. for a bit. It's like three weeks for me.