One beer is a tease...
Oh well.
Today I got an email from some corporate guru informing us that they have laid off another group of NHP related folks (the Gates McDonald workers comp people) and it sounds like they are outsourcing that as well. On top of that I (stupidly) bailed out of a meeting today in which certain things were discussed that made me once again feel a little less secure about my job. The mothership is taking on more and more California work and eventually they may figure out that they don't really need us "overpaid" california people. I finally gave in and found my old resume and started looking at jobs. There were quite a few state jobs I could probably get without a problem and one federal that looked decent.
Aislin told me today that she had to have Sketchers because all her friends at school have them. So I found myself deep in the ghetto at the Sketcher store after work buying light up shoes. There was a Ross (three cheers for cheap ass clothes!) next door so I picked up three shirts that I really needed.
Going to color out the grey in my hair again tonight...I'm aging fast. Some people randomly emailed me and asked if they could do a portrait of me for their art show (click that and check it out -- support your local artists!) and I wanted to reply "can't you tell I'm getting old, grey, and fat?" but I didn't. I should have probably since now I'm feeling more self-conscious than ever. The last thing I think I can realistically handle is some dude taking a bunch of pictures of me that will ultimately end up on display for all of the city to see. This is the very reason that the portrait Josh did of me is in my house instead of on some strangers wall. Yeah. I'll get over it.
It is about 110 degrees in my apartment -- forgot to turn on the AC before I left this morning. I'm melting and its hard to breath. Maybe a beer run isn't such a bad idea after all...
Today I got an email from some corporate guru informing us that they have laid off another group of NHP related folks (the Gates McDonald workers comp people) and it sounds like they are outsourcing that as well. On top of that I (stupidly) bailed out of a meeting today in which certain things were discussed that made me once again feel a little less secure about my job. The mothership is taking on more and more California work and eventually they may figure out that they don't really need us "overpaid" california people. I finally gave in and found my old resume and started looking at jobs. There were quite a few state jobs I could probably get without a problem and one federal that looked decent.
Aislin told me today that she had to have Sketchers because all her friends at school have them. So I found myself deep in the ghetto at the Sketcher store after work buying light up shoes. There was a Ross (three cheers for cheap ass clothes!) next door so I picked up three shirts that I really needed.
Going to color out the grey in my hair again tonight...I'm aging fast. Some people randomly emailed me and asked if they could do a portrait of me for their art show (click that and check it out -- support your local artists!) and I wanted to reply "can't you tell I'm getting old, grey, and fat?" but I didn't. I should have probably since now I'm feeling more self-conscious than ever. The last thing I think I can realistically handle is some dude taking a bunch of pictures of me that will ultimately end up on display for all of the city to see. This is the very reason that the portrait Josh did of me is in my house instead of on some strangers wall. Yeah. I'll get over it.
It is about 110 degrees in my apartment -- forgot to turn on the AC before I left this morning. I'm melting and its hard to breath. Maybe a beer run isn't such a bad idea after all...
posted by Stephanie at
7:36 PM
4 Comments:
mmm, beer.
It would be really cool if you could change water into beer. Then I wouldn't have to go to the store so often. I'd even pray or something. (I'd still curse you behind your back.)
Unfortunatley my powers work in reverse, specifically, I can change beer into yellow water. So, keep cursin' or pass a me a beer.
amen, fucker.
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home