annual check-up
by marinette
(552 views) - 10/2/07
(recorded 10/2/07 @ 8:08:15 PM)
my life, summed up over the past six months, sounds like a bad country song. except my dog died three years ago. and i didn't run phil over with a truck.

i could spell out the gory details (and i did.. but then i got bored and deleted it) but i will spare you. suffice it to say, since we last spoke i landed three fantastic jobs. (for those playing at home, this would include:

1) cheyney university secretary. $14 an hour. sit in an office and chill with phil's mom. do nothing.
2) west chester university webmaster. $8 an hour, but work from home and do whatever i want to the site. do the equivalent of nothing.
3) assistant manager at famous footwear. $10 an hour plus commission. forced to turn position down to pursue job #2. )

i currently have no fantastic jobs. actually, no job at all.

i worked job #1 for three months and finally received my first paycheck about six weeks in due to "lost paperwork" in the payroll office. i worked job #2 for five months and... have yet to receive my first paycheck. due to "lost paperwork." in the payroll office. it sounds like a joke. additionally, said job fired me for "being a poor sport" about the whole ordeal. i got fired for wanting to be paid. for the job. that i did wonderfully. that they fired me from.

i also landed a spectacularly crappy job bussing tables at a swanky restaurant. which i worked at out of desperation for cash. which never arrived. i worked two shifts, back to back, 330pm-midnight, with no breaks, no food, and no drinks.... and no salary. apparently it was all "training." i decided not to return for personal reasons. i.e., i'm fond of food and water. and not dying.







not that i'm complaining. the rest of my life has been going relatively well. i owe everyone i know money, but i am finally officially out of credit card debt. my new school is working out well and i don't want to choke the life out of my roommate (most of the time). --which is quite fortunate, as she is my boyfriend's sister.-- speaking of which, i passed the two year mark with phil. absolutely no complaints on that front. my appendages are intact and present, i don't have any life-threatening illnesses to speak of, and i haven't been arrested yet (unlike all my friends). so let's raise our glasses to Life, that blood-sucking fickle bastard that is currently ass-raping the shit out of my college career. here's to tomorrow.
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Notes:
"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life."

You're welcome. :-)


   [disillusioned (J:: M) 10/2/07 10:21 PM]




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