I suppose I should make use of this thing, so here it is.
After working two hellish weeks of canvassing for an environmental organization (READ: going door-to-door and selling my soul by asking people for money) and spending another three weeks unemployed, I found a job that shouldn't suck too badly. I will be a "barista" (READ: coffee wench) at the cafe of a very large chain bookstore. *shrug* It shouldn't make me want to chew my arms off, anyway.
Bought a pair of kick-A roller skates, so that's my new hobby. That, and traveling ridiculous distances on Chicago public transportation to hit roller derby bouts. Fun stuff.
As thrilling as I'm sure my life is, it is now 3 am and I should probably start thinking about sleep. G'nite.
After working two hellish weeks of canvassing for an environmental organization (READ: going door-to-door and selling my soul by asking people for money) and spending another three weeks unemployed, I found a job that shouldn't suck too badly. I will be a "barista" (READ: coffee wench) at the cafe of a very large chain bookstore. *shrug* It shouldn't make me want to chew my arms off, anyway.
Bought a pair of kick-A roller skates, so that's my new hobby. That, and traveling ridiculous distances on Chicago public transportation to hit roller derby bouts. Fun stuff.
As thrilling as I'm sure my life is, it is now 3 am and I should probably start thinking about sleep. G'nite.
You should enjoy the coffee wench stuff. But, do try to put some decent music on for the guy like me. ( If I hear "I would walk five hundred miles"..one more time....)
I wish I had control over the music at the cafe, but I doubt I will. It'll probably be the same elevator music that they play in the whole bookstore. Bah.