Things have changed greatly since the last time I posted. I mean, one thing that hasn't changed is my relationship. Last month, my first anniversary with my boyfriend just passed, and it's pretty badass. We do cool things, and are basically a combination of two 5 year-olds skipping, and a pair of 40 year olds talking about world politics and physics.
As you can tell, I'm too lazy to draw a picture, but I hope that this gets my point across.
I have also done the impossible! I HAVE MOVED OUT.
Due to some conveniently acquired funds, I was able to move out in December, with my wonderful boyfriandmanthing. It was a pretty cut and dry move, and everything luckily went smoothly. The actual transition into the apartment was pretty easy. Although, getting used to the practically closet-sized bathroom was.... interesting. Sometimes I still find myself having a difficult time showering in such a small space.
We live in a basement, which is also surprisingly more pleasant then one would assume. When you think of basements, a dark, damp, cold place comes to mind for most. Fortunately enough, that was not the case here.
I certainly looked a MUCH worse apartments.
Shortly after moving into the apartment, things became financially... sad. Well, to a point of pathetic really. Matt and I primarily subsisted off of pure will-power, and the sodium content of our own tears.
On occasion, his mother would give us groceries, but often times those didn't really help much. Once, she literally gave us the following list:
3 Twinkies
6 Pogos
Half a package of hot dogs
3.5 Timbits
1 Can of H
1 Box of Kool Aid singles (and many more came after)
1 Sample bag of bruschetta chips
2 Apples
1 Jar of peanut butter
1 Box of Vanilla Oreo Straws
For the record, I have not yet been brave enough to open the can we have marked "H" yet. I think it will likely outlive me.
With finances at an all-time low, and rent needing to be paid... and needing to NOT die of starvation, both myself and my manthing went out in search of jobs. Now, I believe I have posted about my pathetic lack of jobs a great many times, so I was a bit behind the curve. And luckily for me, I did get some student loans to help, and the lovely and ongoing assistance of my mother.
Manthing got a job first, and then quit (because it was hella stressful), and now jobs once more in something a lot more relaxed.
I went back to the lucrative world of sign-holding for awhile at the beginning of the summer. I was working for what I call a "sign-pimp". He basically just hired a tonne of sign-holders to work in different locations, but was also the weirdest combination of douchebag and nice guy. I can't insert a text chart, and I'm too lazy to go draw one, as I wasn't planning on this needing to be a thing, and I make this up as a go along.
Douchebag Category:
- White Cadillac
- Crammed people into the car
- Often stranded me hours away from home, without a way back (when he promised to drive me back)
- Produced awkwardly shaped signs
- Yelled at me for listening to music
- Yelled at me for not hearing him honking at me
- DVD Player in his car (to play talking animal movies and reruns of the Simpsons)
- Generally a skeezy guy from the 90's
Nice Category:
- Paid me on every time
- Punctual to picking me up
- Often made small-talk
- Treated me nice most of the time
I think the douchebag category wins.
So, as I went back to something I swear I'd never do, I continued the search for a new job. As always, I had many near-hits-turned-misses, interviews that I knew would never work out, and all that jazz. And sign-holding was getting to a point that was half-passed unbearable. And of course, bills were beginning to happen, because 5 months without internet or food takes its toll. Not to mention, the reality that I need money to finish my schooling was finally sinking in. Financial responsibility is hard.
Until one day... the unthinkable happened...
I GOT HIRED.
Yep. That's right. I GOT HIRED. I did a thing.
I actually have
2 JOBS.
2 OF THEM.
Two whole jobs.
I now work in a call-centre, calling you at dinner time, to ask you personal questions that make you uncomfortable. But the cool part is, I don't try to sell you anything. All I do is ask people stuff, with moderate success. I'm generally good at my job, and I actually enjoy it, I'd say. Even though some days end up leaving me wanting to curl into a ball and never emerge.
Okay, so I'm the worst at drawing computers ever.
I now do adult things, like have money, and bills, and groceries. I've been working there since sometime in May or June I believe, which is super cool. The money's not bad and I actually enjoy everything pretty well. And it kind of occurred to me that I have all of the things that a lot of people in my age bracket generally want.
I've got an apartment, a job (2 of 'em), and a relationship (a good one!), and those are kind of the main things I see plastered everywhere. People hating living with their parents, or rampant unemployment in my age bracket, or horrible luck with the opposite sex.
Yep. I did it, Internet. And if I can, I'm pretty sure anyone can. I'd say I'm starting out my 20's on a good fucking note.
And tomorrow, I'm going to eat a tonne of sushi and sleep until 2pm. Fuck yeah.
So, fare thee well Internet. I don't know when I'll post again, but to be honest, I have a lot of stories to tell now that I'm employed. Especially about shit that I find annoying (jobs give you so many pet peeves!!). And I really want to start doing awesome stuff again.
Until we meet again.~
