I don't want to admit failure again...
but I haven't finished my thesis. I did get some leads and ideas in re-reading many of the stories, things I should have picked up on the first time but did not, and I am a little excited to get them all down on paper.
but I got a form letter back as a response to my job inquiry at the local publishing company. We had a great interview this summer. They called me in on my birthday, asked if I could be there in an hour (this meant no shower and missing the English dept. picnic). I gladly obliged. Best interview ever; extrememly comfortable environment; left pretty confident I'd have the job. It took the weekend for them to decide to go with someone with more experience. I ask, though, if it was experience they were seeking, why did they even waste my time with an interview? I had no more experience that day as I did three days later. I call bullshit.
but I came home with seven dollars after three hours of waitressing yesterday. Some people (too old for hockey hair that's way over-greased) don't feel it's necessary to leave a tip. At all. Nope, not a dime for her because she didn't continue to refill me drink and provide me with quality service with a smile. I'm sure she doesn't have bills that she's really starting to worry over whether they will be paid this month. She doesn't have a husband who is resentful every day he comes home from his real job. Nope. No tip for her. Other people feel 7.46% is a fair tip. It's not. But thank you. You did provide me with enough money to afford gas to come back to work tomorrow.
but nobody has signed up for the few SCC business non-credit classes they have given me. The classes that I'm hoping will give me some of that great "experience" people are looking for.
but I cannot give up Mountain Dew and Christmas cookies and bread. And that need to use the treadmill hasn't been so strong that it can't be overthrown by the need to watch Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy.
but I've been hitting snooze too many times in the morning. And that's my life--not ready to start, stuck on snooze. Please, somebody wake me up.
but I got a form letter back as a response to my job inquiry at the local publishing company. We had a great interview this summer. They called me in on my birthday, asked if I could be there in an hour (this meant no shower and missing the English dept. picnic). I gladly obliged. Best interview ever; extrememly comfortable environment; left pretty confident I'd have the job. It took the weekend for them to decide to go with someone with more experience. I ask, though, if it was experience they were seeking, why did they even waste my time with an interview? I had no more experience that day as I did three days later. I call bullshit.
but I came home with seven dollars after three hours of waitressing yesterday. Some people (too old for hockey hair that's way over-greased) don't feel it's necessary to leave a tip. At all. Nope, not a dime for her because she didn't continue to refill me drink and provide me with quality service with a smile. I'm sure she doesn't have bills that she's really starting to worry over whether they will be paid this month. She doesn't have a husband who is resentful every day he comes home from his real job. Nope. No tip for her. Other people feel 7.46% is a fair tip. It's not. But thank you. You did provide me with enough money to afford gas to come back to work tomorrow.
but nobody has signed up for the few SCC business non-credit classes they have given me. The classes that I'm hoping will give me some of that great "experience" people are looking for.
but I cannot give up Mountain Dew and Christmas cookies and bread. And that need to use the treadmill hasn't been so strong that it can't be overthrown by the need to watch Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy.
but I've been hitting snooze too many times in the morning. And that's my life--not ready to start, stuck on snooze. Please, somebody wake me up.
posted by KC in Katoland at 9:49 AM
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