Argh.
Well, what can I say other than that it's been a weird past few days.
THE JOB HUNT- still fruitless. The makeup people never called me back (for reasons unknown). Since I'm pretty much anti-retail (at least mall/strip mall retail) my options are pretty limited. I just want a job that I make decent $$$ at and can still be myself. It seems so many jobs want a "professional appearance". I understand that, but where does the personality go? I am most definitely NOT an Ann Taylor kind of girl, and don't desire to be. I'm so envious of my boyfriend's job. He works as a cook at a mom-n-pop pizza place that like, no one goes to. They can wear whatever they want and hang out and the owner lets them have all their tats/piercings/colored hair. I'd work there as a cashier (they ARE hiring) but the owner is only giving like 12-15 hours a week. It's more of a high school kid kinda job. And they don't need any more cooks. Dayum.
I mean, fuck, just because I don't adhere to the Newport Beach style of dressing doesn't mean I can't look nicebut what can you do, I DO live in the OC.
I just really want a job (that I like). I'm so bored sitting at home. I'm going fucking crazy. All I do is watch TV and go on the comp. The other day our Internet was down and I thought I was going to crywhat a loser. Hahah. But I AM getting in shape. I just work out, since I have so much extra time. I'm starting to look pretty damn good. So that's a nice little upside to being unemployed. But my sleep patterns are all fucked up (as you can tell from the 3:30 am journal entry).
ZARA- still sucks. They shorted me some hours and overtime on my check. Good thing I'm anal about my money and caught it. I made them recount all the hours until they finally admitted they fucked up. I spent like ALL DAY Friday fighting with these clowns. But, I prevailed and my check for the difference should be coming in the next few days. After taxes, it's only like 50-60 bucks. (Have they raised taxes or something? $130 was taken out of a $700 paycheck. I mean, maybe I just never have paychecks that big, but it seems like a lot). But who cares, I want ALL of my money for the work I put into that POS store. I'm still convinced I am shorted hours, EVEN after all of my calculations, but unfortunately I can't rely on my memory and have to go with what the managers wrote down.
TORY- As some of you may know, Tory was my best friend. We were totally fucking inseparable. We hung out ALL the time. She broke up with her BF (who she was living with) and this necessitated a move back to her parents in Ontario (Riverside, NOT Canada). She was going to get a job there and just try to save some money to find a roommate and come back to the OC. Which was fine and well. I mean, obviously, it made me sad that my best friend had to move an hour away, but I understood why.
The plot thickens. Let's fast forward about 2 weeks- I haven't heard anything from Tory, period. We didn't get to hang out her last night here because her mom ended up picking her up a day early, which sucked. I'm calling her cell, leaving messages, kinda perplexed as to why she wasn't returning my calls. Finally, she calls and gives me her house phone number. And that's it. She seemed rushed, so I assumed she couldn't talk. But then I remembered that her mom has young kids in the house. I don't know how her family is, if they don't like phone calls after a certain time or whatever. So I called her cell and told her to call me back and let me know when a good time to call her was (whatever day/time/etc.) I never get a call back.
Obviously, I'm pissed and sad at this point. But it gets worse. I go to visit my BF at his job. Tory also worked at the pizza place-she helped Evan get his job there. The counter girl, Kirsten, and I start talking. She then tells me, "Oh yeah, I've been seeing Tory around a lot." WTF? In Orange? Kirsten saysyeahshe came in here with some guy the other day and got lunch. And I saw her walking around on the street. (BTW, Tory doesn't have a car, and walks whenever she can't get a ride. It's not unusual to see her walking around Orange).
And then Evan tells me"Oh yeah, I saw her today-it was fucking weird. Kirsten and I cruised over to Starbucks to get everyone Frappucinos. Tory was there, kissing some guy outside. I started to walk up to her to sayhi, and she got this weird look and ran to the bathroom and hid there until we left. We saw her coming out of it when we got back into my car." And then, Evan's manager, Maher, tells me that Tory was at the pizza joint, asking for her job back because she wasn't living in Ontario anymore. She told him that she was only there for a week and she's living with her boyfriend in Orange now. (Maher told her she couldn't work there again, since she just never showed up for last shifts there.)
So I call Cody, Tory's ex and ask if she's back living with him. He tells me no, but asks me where she is because she's not picking up her cell and her mom says she's not living in Ontario anymore.
I'm totally fucking thoroughly confused at this point. If Tory is back in Orange, then why the hell hasn't she picked up her phone and called her best friend and told her so? And what's up with the hiding from my boyfriend and her former co-workers? And the dodging of the phone calls? And all the lying? I've figured out that she's probably living with Tyler, some dork she met a few weeks ago.
It really fucking sucks. I have the WORST luck with friends (girl ones). I mean, no matter how many cool-ass guy friends I have, it's nothing like having a girlfriend to be stupid with, talk about girly things and giggle. Tory was definitely that person. And now, I'm just being blown off. One of these days, I'll tell you about my shit luck with girlfriends. This entry is too long anyway, so I won't go into it here.
Grrr. And she owes me 30 bucks, has 4 of my cds AND my favorite corset. But what saddens me the most is the loss (I presume) of my best friend. It definitely has put a little hole in my heart, and it hurts to see that someone that I loved thinks that I am so expendable.
Well, at least the SGOC BBQ is Friday. I'm really excited to see everyone again and meet people for the first time. Thank heavens that there is SOMETHING to look forward to.
BTW, go see "The Stepford Wives". I saw it with my stepmom and it's pretty damn good.
Thanks for reading this entry. I needed to vent and I appreciate the fact that you guys gave a damn about me enough to read about 1300 words about the weird joke that has become my life.
I love you all. Who would have known a bunch of pervs looking at naked rocker chicks would mean so much to me?
And I want some Lenny's Pizza. Now.
cause I am a 
And wish my puppy Bebe a Happy Birthday! She turned 2! (Or 14 in dog years). In a year, she'll be able to drink!
Well, what can I say other than that it's been a weird past few days.
THE JOB HUNT- still fruitless. The makeup people never called me back (for reasons unknown). Since I'm pretty much anti-retail (at least mall/strip mall retail) my options are pretty limited. I just want a job that I make decent $$$ at and can still be myself. It seems so many jobs want a "professional appearance". I understand that, but where does the personality go? I am most definitely NOT an Ann Taylor kind of girl, and don't desire to be. I'm so envious of my boyfriend's job. He works as a cook at a mom-n-pop pizza place that like, no one goes to. They can wear whatever they want and hang out and the owner lets them have all their tats/piercings/colored hair. I'd work there as a cashier (they ARE hiring) but the owner is only giving like 12-15 hours a week. It's more of a high school kid kinda job. And they don't need any more cooks. Dayum.
I mean, fuck, just because I don't adhere to the Newport Beach style of dressing doesn't mean I can't look nicebut what can you do, I DO live in the OC.
I just really want a job (that I like). I'm so bored sitting at home. I'm going fucking crazy. All I do is watch TV and go on the comp. The other day our Internet was down and I thought I was going to crywhat a loser. Hahah. But I AM getting in shape. I just work out, since I have so much extra time. I'm starting to look pretty damn good. So that's a nice little upside to being unemployed. But my sleep patterns are all fucked up (as you can tell from the 3:30 am journal entry).
ZARA- still sucks. They shorted me some hours and overtime on my check. Good thing I'm anal about my money and caught it. I made them recount all the hours until they finally admitted they fucked up. I spent like ALL DAY Friday fighting with these clowns. But, I prevailed and my check for the difference should be coming in the next few days. After taxes, it's only like 50-60 bucks. (Have they raised taxes or something? $130 was taken out of a $700 paycheck. I mean, maybe I just never have paychecks that big, but it seems like a lot). But who cares, I want ALL of my money for the work I put into that POS store. I'm still convinced I am shorted hours, EVEN after all of my calculations, but unfortunately I can't rely on my memory and have to go with what the managers wrote down.
TORY- As some of you may know, Tory was my best friend. We were totally fucking inseparable. We hung out ALL the time. She broke up with her BF (who she was living with) and this necessitated a move back to her parents in Ontario (Riverside, NOT Canada). She was going to get a job there and just try to save some money to find a roommate and come back to the OC. Which was fine and well. I mean, obviously, it made me sad that my best friend had to move an hour away, but I understood why.
The plot thickens. Let's fast forward about 2 weeks- I haven't heard anything from Tory, period. We didn't get to hang out her last night here because her mom ended up picking her up a day early, which sucked. I'm calling her cell, leaving messages, kinda perplexed as to why she wasn't returning my calls. Finally, she calls and gives me her house phone number. And that's it. She seemed rushed, so I assumed she couldn't talk. But then I remembered that her mom has young kids in the house. I don't know how her family is, if they don't like phone calls after a certain time or whatever. So I called her cell and told her to call me back and let me know when a good time to call her was (whatever day/time/etc.) I never get a call back.
Obviously, I'm pissed and sad at this point. But it gets worse. I go to visit my BF at his job. Tory also worked at the pizza place-she helped Evan get his job there. The counter girl, Kirsten, and I start talking. She then tells me, "Oh yeah, I've been seeing Tory around a lot." WTF? In Orange? Kirsten saysyeahshe came in here with some guy the other day and got lunch. And I saw her walking around on the street. (BTW, Tory doesn't have a car, and walks whenever she can't get a ride. It's not unusual to see her walking around Orange).
And then Evan tells me"Oh yeah, I saw her today-it was fucking weird. Kirsten and I cruised over to Starbucks to get everyone Frappucinos. Tory was there, kissing some guy outside. I started to walk up to her to sayhi, and she got this weird look and ran to the bathroom and hid there until we left. We saw her coming out of it when we got back into my car." And then, Evan's manager, Maher, tells me that Tory was at the pizza joint, asking for her job back because she wasn't living in Ontario anymore. She told him that she was only there for a week and she's living with her boyfriend in Orange now. (Maher told her she couldn't work there again, since she just never showed up for last shifts there.)
So I call Cody, Tory's ex and ask if she's back living with him. He tells me no, but asks me where she is because she's not picking up her cell and her mom says she's not living in Ontario anymore.
I'm totally fucking thoroughly confused at this point. If Tory is back in Orange, then why the hell hasn't she picked up her phone and called her best friend and told her so? And what's up with the hiding from my boyfriend and her former co-workers? And the dodging of the phone calls? And all the lying? I've figured out that she's probably living with Tyler, some dork she met a few weeks ago.
It really fucking sucks. I have the WORST luck with friends (girl ones). I mean, no matter how many cool-ass guy friends I have, it's nothing like having a girlfriend to be stupid with, talk about girly things and giggle. Tory was definitely that person. And now, I'm just being blown off. One of these days, I'll tell you about my shit luck with girlfriends. This entry is too long anyway, so I won't go into it here.
Grrr. And she owes me 30 bucks, has 4 of my cds AND my favorite corset. But what saddens me the most is the loss (I presume) of my best friend. It definitely has put a little hole in my heart, and it hurts to see that someone that I loved thinks that I am so expendable.
Well, at least the SGOC BBQ is Friday. I'm really excited to see everyone again and meet people for the first time. Thank heavens that there is SOMETHING to look forward to.
BTW, go see "The Stepford Wives". I saw it with my stepmom and it's pretty damn good.
Thanks for reading this entry. I needed to vent and I appreciate the fact that you guys gave a damn about me enough to read about 1300 words about the weird joke that has become my life.
I love you all. Who would have known a bunch of pervs looking at naked rocker chicks would mean so much to me?
And I want some Lenny's Pizza. Now.
cause I am a
And wish my puppy Bebe a Happy Birthday! She turned 2! (Or 14 in dog years). In a year, she'll be able to drink!
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it sucks but i hope one day i will find that one awsome friend because you are right, there is something different about a girl-friend versus a guy-friend.
sweetie i think you are worth the 1300 words.
and unfortunatly i won't be able to meet you at the bbq. like i said before i was supposed to start work last friday but the asshole didn't have my background check back and now they are saying "we'll call you when we get it so you can come work" ppsshhh....after all the other new people have been trained.now i'm gonna be the lagging loner