Ugh, I had the weirdest drunk last night. I was at a birthday party and it was fun until everyone started dancing to Ludachris and I, for some unexplainable reason, got incredibly, teeth-chatteringly cold and couldnt stop shaking. So I quit drinking and switched to water, which didnt help, and ended up curling into a ball under my coat on the sofa. Lame. Luckily Steve called to see how I was doing and then came to pick me up (boyfriends can be so cute and useful). What was weird and terrible was that when I was at the party I felt like I was sobering up fast, and then on the ride home I realised that I was WAY more drunk than I thought I was, and by the time we got to our building I was stumbling and slurring all over the place. I was told to blame the Jell-o shooters, and since I always do as Im told ... I will.
I got some good news on Friday, when I went to my bank (which is also the bank that I got hired on by) to get my rent together, the girl at the counter looked at the name on my account and said Hey, are you the girl thats going to be starting here next week?. I was in total shock, because the head office hadnt told me which branch I was going to be sent to, and I had even been told that I might have to go all of the way across town for training. So once the shock was gone I said that Id been hired by the bank but I hadnt been told which one to expect to go to, and then she said theyd gotten an email telling them to expect me. This location is a 10 minute walk away! I couldnt be more stoked. The only thing is that I feel like I blew my first impression, because since I was just out and about paying bills I was wearing grey sweatpants that are 2x too big, a golf shirt with a mustard stain on it, Dr. Scholls runners, no socks, no make-up, and hair that was in that semi-dry-semi-wet stage. In a bank! The teller started telling any staff who walked by that I was the girl from the email, and I got to shake hand with both the assistant bank manager, and the big boss looking like a homeless person. Dont I feel special.
Things always happen that way with me.
*sigh*
But hooray to the end of poverty! I cant wait to get that first pay check and buy ACTUAL food, cuz I swear eating Kraft dinner 4+ times a week has been fucking with my body. And I can feel a celebratory bottle of scotch on the horizon.
I got some good news on Friday, when I went to my bank (which is also the bank that I got hired on by) to get my rent together, the girl at the counter looked at the name on my account and said Hey, are you the girl thats going to be starting here next week?. I was in total shock, because the head office hadnt told me which branch I was going to be sent to, and I had even been told that I might have to go all of the way across town for training. So once the shock was gone I said that Id been hired by the bank but I hadnt been told which one to expect to go to, and then she said theyd gotten an email telling them to expect me. This location is a 10 minute walk away! I couldnt be more stoked. The only thing is that I feel like I blew my first impression, because since I was just out and about paying bills I was wearing grey sweatpants that are 2x too big, a golf shirt with a mustard stain on it, Dr. Scholls runners, no socks, no make-up, and hair that was in that semi-dry-semi-wet stage. In a bank! The teller started telling any staff who walked by that I was the girl from the email, and I got to shake hand with both the assistant bank manager, and the big boss looking like a homeless person. Dont I feel special.
Things always happen that way with me.
*sigh*
But hooray to the end of poverty! I cant wait to get that first pay check and buy ACTUAL food, cuz I swear eating Kraft dinner 4+ times a week has been fucking with my body. And I can feel a celebratory bottle of scotch on the horizon.
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arete:
update your damn journal bihoooch
laura_belle:
c'mon mufucker. update your cunting journal.
