Jeans and Sneakers

Well.  I just woke up and I had the strangest dream.  It was the sort that was kind of all over the place.  I don’t remember how it started, but I ended up at someone’s house and got talked into playing Warcraft, except there were no computers about, in my dream, Warcraft was a paper and dice game, and you had to sit on these throne chairs that doubled as potties, (you know, so that you wouldn’t have to get up to excuse yourself when you were gaming, creepy, I know).  Well I started playing and this girl who used to be my best friend in Jr. High showed up.  I stopped talking to her in Jr High, but in my dream I was trying to be nice to her, (god only  knows why).  I gave up my throne toilet (lol) to her, but wanted to show her the utmost courtesy so I washed out the pot first.  But I had a hell of a time in the bathroom figuring out which light switches belonged to which. The person who’s house it was (whom I don’t know in real life) came into the bathroom (good thing I wasn’t going potty) to help me.
After that, I left, with the purpose of going to my dad’s office building for a visit.  I think I did visit him, but I don’t remember what happened if I made it there.  The next thing I remember is leaving, going down in this shoddy, old elevator and pressing the wrong button.  Rather than going to the lobby to take public transportation in the form of a bus, I ended up underground in some sort of train station.  I couldn’t find my way back up to the lobby though, and I thought, well maybe I could just take the train home.  I walked around for a little while, and I was holding a pillow in a plastic bag.  Some scraggly looking guy who vaguely resembled Ed Harris walked near me and asked me if he could have my plastic bag.  I told him sure, cause it was just a pillow inside, and I could carry that without the bag, and then he held up a piece of cardboard that said something about how he was a thief and had some kind of threat on it.  He looked at me as though he knew that I wouldn’t be so foolish as to scream, but I did, and at the top of my lungs.

While I screamed HELP, he ran over to some guy who was clerking a jewelery kiosk, and it was obvious that they worked together.  A cop came running up and was about to apprehend the Ed Harris guy, but not the jewelery guy, so I told the cop they were working together, and then I was able to make my escape.

That’s pretty much when I woke up.  The train station was futuristic looking, but kind of like the hooker town in Total Recall.

Man I have to stop eating McDonald’s Cheeseburgers right before I go to sleep.

My cousin Jon is back from Cali for a few weeks, so we might hang out (with his bro and my sis) today and tomorrow.  It’s definitely on for tomorrow, and I think Rob is coming for any city festivities, which should be fun, but I’m not yet sure if they’re coming out today.  I’m going to clean the house a little bit anyway, the box room (read: the living room) has no visible floor left except where you walk through to the kitchen when coming in through the front door.  It’s time to remedy that.

I’m getting my hair cut today by some SuperCuts advanced students, so hopefully I won’t look like a tard when I come back.   I was thinking about getting bangs, but I’m not sure, as yesterday I was driving around with my windows down, and my hair was constantly blowing into my eyes, and that’s just the broken hairs, because I don’t have any bangs at the moment.  My hair is very fly-away.  :[

And last but certainly not least, Rob has beaten my carb.  My car runs so smoothly, it’s amazing.  Love driving it now.

It’s Friday, I’ve got a somewhat busy weekend ahead of me, and on Monday I start my new job.  I’m kind of nervous, but at the same time, I’m not.

Yesterday after work-time one of the girls I trained with sent me an email saying she was sorry that I quit and she wished that she went to get a cup of coffee with me when I offered on Monday.  It was nice of her, I emailed her back asking about how the day went for everyone else and stuff.

Yesterday when I really woke up I went online and sent my resume to a bunch of places.  One place called me back two hours later, and so today I had an interview.  The place is close enough and seemed chill, and the job description was pretty easy. . . but the pay’s a little bit lower than I’d like.  My last job somewhat spoiled me, but hey, any money at this point is better than no money.

(Here I go again, it seems like every job I get prefaces with this, “any money is better than no money,” and then I’m pissed off that I didn’t try to get something better later. . .oh well)

I start on Monday. The hours are 11-7 though so I don’t have to wake up early, and that’s always a plus.

Other than that, Rob’s been working on my car, trying to get it to run nice and smooth. . .

I found out my brothers have skype, so I’m talking to them on it now, it’s pretty amusing.

I quit my job this morning.  I have a job interview for some other place tomorrow.

That is all.

This job might work.

I might be making new friends.

That is all for now.

I’m trying not to think about how tomorrow is my first day of work.  So I’ll talk about other things.

Friday Rob and I went out to that rotary meetup, but it ended up being gayer than we thought it would be.  On the way home, we were driving some friends out to see a state park for the possible location of next week’s NYRA meet, and when something minor happened to my car that was easily fixable, Rob’s transmission blew.  He was able to drive the car very carefully back home, but the tranny was done.  Saturday we drove to some importer in Queens, and picked up a Japanese used one.

Today he tried to swap them out, but there were issues with the tranny being the wrong year.  He was able to fix it, and get it to hopefully work, but it took all day.  Hopefully tomorrow goes smoothly for him and nothing goes wrong.

In non-car-related news. . .today was 3&11.  We’ll have to go out for Thai food soon.  I can’t believe it’s been almost 4 years.  That’s so crazy.

Turbo got a lot of attention this weekend, he had company every day.

Time to go get a really late fast food dinner.

Today, Friday the 13th, is the last workday in the forseeable future that I will not have had to go to work, will not have had to wake up to an alarm clock, will not have had to go to bed at a reasonable hour the night before.

I spent the majority of the day shopping for business casual clothing.  I despise shopping.  Mainly because although fat people commonly bitch about fashion models, and designers catering to teeny, waifish built people, I have yet to really find clothing in stores that fits me the way it’s supposed to.  True, I can fit into size 0, 1 and 2 sizes, however there is almost always something off.  The length, the hip span, whatever.  Well I made out ok today I guess.  And don’t get me started on the conspiracy against size 9 1/2 shoes.

I haven’t finished that lace piece.  I tried, but was trying to finish it while watching a tv show, and I kept messing it up.  I’ll try again when I’m not so completely distracted.

There’s some kind of Rotary meetup tonight on this road where cars commonly meet up.  Despite my exhaust leak, I think I’m going to take my car out.  Later on tonight Chris is supposed to come out and drink and bbq.

Tomorrow I might be going to Heckscher park, and Sunday, well I think at least we’re going to Rob’s parent’s for dinner.

Things have seemed busy lately, though I can’t really say what I’ve been up to.  And I’m kind of scared about this getting a job thing, but money’s money and as much as I hate that fact, I need it.

I haven’t answered the phone for the past two Fridays when my mom has called me.  She keeps leaving me voicemails asking if I’m still mad at her.  She keeps trying to explain that I had no reason to get mad at her, but she’s still not really understanding or grasping why I was mad at her in the first place, and if I try to explain, I’m just going to blow up at her, so I’m not going to talk to her.

Had another job interview today.  And I got a job.  Paid training starts on Monday.  I need clothes.  It’s business casual and it’s been forever since I’ve needed that type of clothing.

That’s cool though.

I bought tickets this morning to go see Harry Potter tonight, so I’m pretty excited about that.

I haven’t finished either my sweater or my painting.  I fail at organizing my time.  At least I finished the first lace piece of the sweater, so I’m literally on the very last piece I have to knit.  Then it’s just blocking and seaming, and hopefully I’ll have something nice to wear.

Hand knitted businesswear.  That’s where it’s gonna be at.

I received a social security statement today. Interestingly enough, I’m only a few credits away from the minimum credit requirement for retirement. I found that pretty amusing.

Last post I wrote about how I had a tiff with my mom. . .well she wrote back surprisingly enough with little drama, but she told me that she’s going to “give me some space, and if she needs anything, she’ll contact me.”

Fine with me.

The search for a way to make income is depressing.  There are office jobs to be had, but they’re low-paying, and I REALLY  don’t want another one of those.  I’m not sure about the other jobs I’m seeing posted, since all of my experience is office related, pretty much.  I don’t know what else to do though.  I’ve had thoughts of walking into tattoo places and asking if they need a counter person.  Maybe I could get trained as a piercer or something.  There’s a studio around here that gives piercing classes, but I’m wary of classes now, stupid spinning wheel girl.

I should spin some.  I keep telling myself I should dye my yarn too, but I don’t really want to dye it until I know what I want to do with it, and I’ve only got the primary colors, and I know if I mix them the colors I make are going to either be garish or just totally brown.  Maybe I don’t have enough confidence in my color palette abilities.  I’m pretty good at mixing paint to exactly what color I want.

I’m back on the pill again, and this is the end of my first month.  I hate how with the pill I’m on, there’s a week where you don’t take anything, and then on Sunday you start a new pack.  I’m terrified that I’m going to forget.  I have a daily alarm on my sidekick though, so hopefully I won’t.  Sunday is Rotorfest though.

My car’s running a little rough, but I’m sure it’s some tweaking that will make it run smoothly.

The worst part of having all of this free time is the boredom.  I had all these ideas of things I’d do if I quit my job when I still had it, and now that I’ve quit, all of the ideas are gone.  My creativity is drained.  :/