February 18th, 2008 by Tabatha
I’m getting more and more used to working again. It’s almost embarrassing how used to not working I was. Today was nice, though. It’s my day off and I did nothing all day. I stayed in my pajamas and watched HBO. The Lake House, Just My Luck and Accepted came on. That actually took up most of the day.
After Just My Luck, Seth and I went and got ice cream and milkshakes. Mmmm chocolate milkshake. Mmm.
Tomorrow I work from 9:30a ’til 3:30p. pretty decent hours. I don’t have to get up terribly early and I don’t have to drive at night. I’m catching on to things at work. I don’t feel like such a dumb ass anymore. It’s going to work out, I think. I hope my manager feels the same way.
I think Jenn and Tommy are going to visit during Spring Break. I can’t wait! I have to find so much stuff to do, otherwise it will be ridiculously boring here. I’m thinking of setting up tours of the local wineries. I’ve lived around here all my life and I’ve never been inside them. I guess it wouldn’t have been a whole lot of fun, anyway.
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February 11th, 2008 by Tabatha
The woman at GNC is sick and apparently contagious, so I can’t start until Thursday. A lot of people would probably be pretty happy about this. I have been looking for so long, just waiting for the day I start work. I can’t wait to start ASAP. Now, ASAP is Thursday, so I’ll just have to deal with it. I’m only a little paranoid about my starting day being put off. I’ve been lied to quite a bit about having a position only to find out someone else got it. I don’t think this is the case now. We shall see.
I got a response from Jenn the other day when I sent a text message. I thought she got her number changed and I’d never talk to her again. I need to call her today. Maybe set up a day to come visit. I ‘d like to go when it’s warmer so we could go to the beach at least once. It’s a shame to go to Fort Walton and not visit the beach. Just a shame.
Also, I keep calling another friend of mine and they won’t ever answer or call me back. Smart me tells me to stop calling them. Stop looking like a desperate dumbass. The rest of me says “PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE! PLEASE BEFORE I DIE OF NOT TALKING TO YOU!!”. Because that’s what will happen. I will die. I am dying.
I need to get back to doing junk. I haven’t added anything to DA in weeks. I haven’t touched anything colorful.
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