I'm DIZZZZZZZZZZZ-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!! Make it stop!!! 
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TWO updates in two days? Wow!
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Mark,
According to the world time clock, it is now 7:22 in Tashkent, which means you should have arrived two hours ago and are most likely in the company of Lindsey once again. If the flight death-defying or worthy of a good puking, I'll take out a contract on the pilot for you!
Today I spent my time torn between two loves: class and Alia. Well, perhaps not, but class tore me from Alia. Alas. Quite a few of my classes seem difficult. Confidence levels are at a dangerous low for my ability to keep up with it while working at both jobs.
The heat was staggering today, but before the dew disappeared I walked across Bowman in my original (not alternate) pair of Old Navy flipflops and completed my walk to class with half of the shavings from the freshly cut grass on my feet. Proceeded to be disgusted. Went barefoot until dry.
xoxo
Jenn
PS. Skipped out on Nami. Stop.
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I downed an entire glass of pinot noir before reporting for work today, even though I have done nothing to deserve it. Devils on my shoulder whispered sweet nothings which promised relief if I did. I drank, then drove, then fuck-alled and left work anyway without actually having done any work. The hardest part of the job is the daily struggle to get out of my next shift somehow. It is the easiest and most fiscally rewarding wait job I've held, yet I looooooathe it.
Hours of anxiety passed, and inertia compelled me to stare at this screen for far to long. Whimsy sent me on an errand that turned out to be mostly impulsive. Luckily, Alan appeared after it all and returned me to some semblance of normality through good conversation. Now it is 1:13 here, 10:13 in Tashkent, and well past the time to attempt sleep.
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QUESTIONS:
What do you hate about your job?
If somehow, as in dreams, you weren't you... but were some rock idol instead... who would you be?
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TWO updates in two days? Wow!
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Mark,
According to the world time clock, it is now 7:22 in Tashkent, which means you should have arrived two hours ago and are most likely in the company of Lindsey once again. If the flight death-defying or worthy of a good puking, I'll take out a contract on the pilot for you!
Today I spent my time torn between two loves: class and Alia. Well, perhaps not, but class tore me from Alia. Alas. Quite a few of my classes seem difficult. Confidence levels are at a dangerous low for my ability to keep up with it while working at both jobs.
The heat was staggering today, but before the dew disappeared I walked across Bowman in my original (not alternate) pair of Old Navy flipflops and completed my walk to class with half of the shavings from the freshly cut grass on my feet. Proceeded to be disgusted. Went barefoot until dry.
xoxo
Jenn
PS. Skipped out on Nami. Stop.
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I downed an entire glass of pinot noir before reporting for work today, even though I have done nothing to deserve it. Devils on my shoulder whispered sweet nothings which promised relief if I did. I drank, then drove, then fuck-alled and left work anyway without actually having done any work. The hardest part of the job is the daily struggle to get out of my next shift somehow. It is the easiest and most fiscally rewarding wait job I've held, yet I looooooathe it.
Hours of anxiety passed, and inertia compelled me to stare at this screen for far to long. Whimsy sent me on an errand that turned out to be mostly impulsive. Luckily, Alan appeared after it all and returned me to some semblance of normality through good conversation. Now it is 1:13 here, 10:13 in Tashkent, and well past the time to attempt sleep.
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QUESTIONS:
What do you hate about your job?
If somehow, as in dreams, you weren't you... but were some rock idol instead... who would you be?
VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
1. I hate not getting loads and loads more an hour than I do (I'd possibly be happy once my hourly wages hit the triple digits
2. Well, unlike lots of people who have answered, I hate being me..it sucks, but I'd hate being anyone else too. So I suppose my answer is I would like to be nobody