nikkinicolette (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nikkinicolette) wrote,@ 2007-04-08 17:58:00 |
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Sugar rush
I've been out of work too long. I'm itching to be back in a cubicle, doing busy work and fantasizing about lunch or buying CDs. This is a good thing, as when I quit my last job, I was so, so burned out on working. My respite has been costly, but worth it.
I haven't posted much, despite oodles of free time. I wish I could say I've been doing yoga, cooking tasty elaborate cheap meals, and reading voraciously (all things I tend to neglect when working), but I haven't been doing these things as often as I feel I should. I haven't even kept up with my laundry this week. My diet has relied on 2 for $0.88 candy bars. Sometimes I wish there was rehab for chocolate addiction.
Cash flow situation is dire and R. and I had a testy conversation this morning about the prospect of me moving home and my rationale for doing so. The weekend was otherwise very pleasant despite the weird weather that seemed to make everyone in this city (myself included) feel uncomfortable. Some more so than others: I took a long walk yesterday because I wanted some exercise. I walked to Venice Beach and on my way there, very near the beach, a deranged homeless type on a bike comes tearing downhill on a side street perpendicular to the one I was walking down. He comes within an inch of crashing into me, shouting "Get out of my f---ing face, bitch!" Strange. So, I ended up wandering through the year round freakshow that is the Venice boardwalk with jangled nerves. By the time I got home I felt fine, though.
R. came over yesterday evening, we went to a local karaoke bar and he crashed here. We woke up this morning and went to a nice French joint near my apartment, browsed an art gallery, and parted company.
On the job front, I should hear something definitive about a job I actually, really, truly want on Monday. Or Tuesday. Or something. They're "waiting for approval." I feel like I'm waiting for Godot. Otherwise, there's an interview on Thursday, and tomorrow I'm going to do my damndest to get a stopgap gig in retail. Baby needs to finish her dental work and get the brakes on her car looked at.
I've been out of work too long. I'm itching to be back in a cubicle, doing busy work and fantasizing about lunch or buying CDs. This is a good thing, as when I quit my last job, I was so, so burned out on working. My respite has been costly, but worth it.
I haven't posted much, despite oodles of free time. I wish I could say I've been doing yoga, cooking tasty elaborate cheap meals, and reading voraciously (all things I tend to neglect when working), but I haven't been doing these things as often as I feel I should. I haven't even kept up with my laundry this week. My diet has relied on 2 for $0.88 candy bars. Sometimes I wish there was rehab for chocolate addiction.
Cash flow situation is dire and R. and I had a testy conversation this morning about the prospect of me moving home and my rationale for doing so. The weekend was otherwise very pleasant despite the weird weather that seemed to make everyone in this city (myself included) feel uncomfortable. Some more so than others: I took a long walk yesterday because I wanted some exercise. I walked to Venice Beach and on my way there, very near the beach, a deranged homeless type on a bike comes tearing downhill on a side street perpendicular to the one I was walking down. He comes within an inch of crashing into me, shouting "Get out of my f---ing face, bitch!" Strange. So, I ended up wandering through the year round freakshow that is the Venice boardwalk with jangled nerves. By the time I got home I felt fine, though.
R. came over yesterday evening, we went to a local karaoke bar and he crashed here. We woke up this morning and went to a nice French joint near my apartment, browsed an art gallery, and parted company.
On the job front, I should hear something definitive about a job I actually, really, truly want on Monday. Or Tuesday. Or something. They're "waiting for approval." I feel like I'm waiting for Godot. Otherwise, there's an interview on Thursday, and tomorrow I'm going to do my damndest to get a stopgap gig in retail. Baby needs to finish her dental work and get the brakes on her car looked at.
